Various Twin Tip design markers I got from art supply stores and this one post office.

LETRASET PRO - Average quality black marker. I really like the brand though.

BEROL PARCEL MARKER - I got this one in some post office in some convenience store in some strip mall that had a eastern euro rub and tug attached to it. I was mailing some application off and spied it while waiting in line. It was a pretty old convenience store. They had these old notebook covers with baseball platers on them like Lloyd Moseby. The marker is really quite good. Thicker than average borad chisel tip on one side, fine point on the other. Good value for money too at $1.49

DESIGN MARKER 2 - Made by Eberhard Faber. I first started using these things in 1998 and bought up a bunch at this art supply shop across from the Water Street Cafe in Gastown. This one, i pilfered from a friend’s marker stast. The broad nib isn’t too durable; it bends funny after prolonged use.

My addition for the Post-for-post with the-leaky-pen. I drew this character, experimented with design markers, and came up with this snippet.

MIGHT EDIT LATER the scanner FUCKED the colors and I only just noticed.

I’ve always had a bad habit of overindulging my curiosity. My friends used to joke it was gonna get me killed. 

I probably should have listened closer.

It was an alleyway I passed every day, a chasm of red brick on the way to the deli from my place. Fire escapes rusted overhead, and I was looking up to contemplate these awful tetanus farms when I heard the rustle. A couple cans fell out of the stained hulk of a dumpster at the end. 

I remembered a story a friend of mine told once, about how he found his pet kitten as part of a nest of strays out behind his job at the pizza hut.

I swear I’m not always this dumb.

I figured I had a few spare minutes to take a look, and tried to ignore now-brown rainwater dripping from the fire escapes above me. A hankerchief falls out of the bin, and some sort of mass shifts near the bottom of the pile of trash.

I was beginning to suspect that this wasn’t, you know, actually a kitten when the guy jumped out and tackled me to the ground.

Ever look down the barrel of a gun? I don’t recommend it, it’s a dreadful experience. 

“What? Aw fuck, you wont do.” I remember breathing deeply as the guy got of my chest, and a hand was thrust toward me. I gripped it while gasping a quick and obligatory ‘what the hell?’

“Sorry mac, you weren’t what I was waiting for.” I was pulled up until I was looking into a pair of pinprick pupils.

“Name’s Rabbit.” He said, scratching a series of needlemarks on his inner arm. “Seen any dragons lately?”

On an unrelated note, what would people think if I were to do a bunch of adoptable characters?