Pixel Snikt

In kindergarden, I was always Wolverine. My friend was Gambit, running away from my deadly claws and throwing energy poker cards at me. One day he threw a box at me. I woke up in the hospital where they stitched my upper lip. The scar, that would have been a fatal wound sans my mutant healing powers, is now idly concealed under my manly manly beard.
In other news, I have been working a freelance job as AD / Compositing Artist that will last up until March and recently I have been a little sick which resulted in a lack of Gym time. Damn you, Christmas eating sprees, 15 Kilos to go.