So I'm putting up a bunch of some other work I've made. They're also done in MS Paint, but because I was trying to look abstract rather than definite, I think I succeeded a bit more than my previous works.

So that's today. Tomorrow, I shall start an epic quest. I shall walk through the Gray Grass of Aelthreitha. I shall go over the Mountains of Yurg'That, eventually reaching the Kingdom of Gerthanol. At King Gerthan's castle, I shall pick up an attractive young woman wielding a magic gatling-crossbow. She shall be my love interest and companion for the first steps of my quest. I shall go down the other side of the Mountains of Yurg'That with Princess Gerusa, finally reaching the tiny hamlet of Kalt, where I shall find that an ancient dragon with missile breath has taken over the residents. An old sage named Kay will tell me to double back to the Caverns of Barde, where I will find a sword named Murgleys. Using Murgleys to inscribe the sacred power words of death upon the dragon, I will find it has been a cyborg all along. The missiles were from a machine in its belly, controlled by a disembodied, mind-controlled brain.

Upon destroying the dragon and the Inner Machine, the brain - Yuhej, last remnant of an ancient desert race - will aid me in its tank, moving by physic power. Yuhej, Princess Gerusa, and I - Cabre - will continue after freeing Kalt. We'll travel across seventeen seas, defeat powerful cyborg foes, and ultimately annihilate the commander of them all: Voimiani, the dreaded Vortex Angel, the One that Cold Winds Created, the One From the Blackest Pits of Snakes and Fury, the Cold Darkness with Warm Breath, the Man with the Grey Mantle, the One who Grows the Gray Grass.

Finally, we shall travel to my hometown - Aelthreta, next to the Gray Grass of Aelthreitha. We shall find that it is the true last Dungeon of Machines, where the Icy Vortex has been truly hiding. All of my friends and family will be dead. In a rage, myself, Princess Gerusa, Yuhej, Galark, Wea, the Lavender, Eyes of Despair, and any number of other people that make up my party, will ultimately obliviate the Unfeeling God and avenge the world.

The day after that will be filled with eating leftover pizza and playing computer games intended for six year olds.