My brain children. Enter at own risk.
Nycho: Sanctioned Freedom (Part 5)Nycho: Sanctioned Freedom (Part 5) by DefectiveScissors
Something was stirring me, an outside stimulant.
As my mind rose to the surface of consciousness, bright light shot into my tired eyes. I squinted, turning away from the source, which then subsided. Slowly, I opened my eyes to try and make sense of where I was. As my vision aligned, I could see that my leg was bandaged, I had apparently been cared for while I was unconscious. I scoped out the room I was in, a cold, basementlike laboratory setting with several tables, one of which I was upon. I swiveled myself around as much as I could without disturbing my leg, discovering a door on the wall. Where was I, and more importantly, who had brought me here?
"Hello?" I inquired softly, my voice echoing through the metal-walled room.
No response. I sighed, adjusting my glasses, which were thankfully alright, despite the circumstances. There were many charts and diagrams checkering the walls, held up by magnets and such. There
I am a human, (as far as you know), and my name is Kendall. I'm not much of a social creature, but I initially joined DA to share my art with friends who live....not so close. ( introduced me.)
I'm now pretty adjusted to the internet, and I will occasionally do an art trade or two with a like-minded artist. I mostly love prehistoric animals, reptiles, birds, cyborgs, mutants, aliens, robots, hybrids, misfits, geeks, and I especially love brainchild-gone-wrong type characters. I'm also a huge sucker for dark/tragic backstories....
Arts and Such:
Inside My Skull:
In Love With a Computer: