Following up on my goofy Jungle Basilisk drawing and newfound, yet misplaced, confidence in posting my positively mangled scribbles (thank you digital friends and well-meaning web strangers for encouragement), I present the Zombie with a wicked crooked-neck. It can't feel anything because it's a zombie, but if it could that neck would be hurting pretty bad. The whole neck thing was the result of being given a whack with a mushroom farmer's busted shovel, so this Zombie's got a right grumpy attitude. Stay out of the way! Reply by email: moodywarlock@proton.me. Subscribe to my blog via RSS feed. Find me on Mastodon. Previous /
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