|Artwork drawn by people much more talented than me.|
Hey, I'm MrCoolDD. I'm a learning young cartoonist, permanently-retired gamer, part-time slacker, and heavy sleeper. Nice to meet you.|
I have always liked drawing. I was self-taught from an early age, though I have taken a few art classes throughout the years.
Drawing is what I'm best at, as I said before. Of course, I still have a lot to learn about it, which is why I like this site.
I'm currently drawing a sci-fi/slapstick/dramedy comic called The Baker's Dozen. Check it out in my gallery!
I also have a second comic, Chromo-Zone, that I've recently started, if you're interested in that.
You may draw fan art of my characters, as long as it follows these rules:
1. Must be appropriate. Nothing sexual or violent.
2. No fetish art.
3. You absolutely MUST credit me.
I also do art trades, but I tend to get busy easily. Sometimes, if I'm really inspired, I might even draw your character without the need for an art trade, since I'm cool like that. I'll be sure to credit you.
Thanks for taking the time to visit my page. See ya later.
Prologue 2/2 - Repairing a Broken Soul“Next up, Harvey and Deanna,” the instructor spoke loudly to be heard in the large room. Harvey, a big man with a big ego, stood and stepped into the middle of the ring. He was smiling- no, smirking. This would be an easy win. Deanna Quinn, an eighteen-year-old who stood barely over 5-foot, was dwarfed in comparison to the 6’5” male. Dee took off her glasses and set them gently on her seat, and stepped into the middle of the ring as well, placing her body in a careful fighting stance, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Harvey laughed. “You sure you don’t want to keep those on, girl?”
Dee replied quickly. “I can still see your huge body without them.”
Harvey grinned. “You sayin’ I’m fat, short stuff?”
Dee stilled. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, fun-size.”
Dee’s jaw dropped and her eyebrows lowered, and the ref called for the match to start. She darted forward and jumped, her f