From the depths of the graveyard shift, here am I. I made these 2 pages during my lunch break that started before midnight, so there are 2 different dates. Crust is itching in my soul, begging to be drawn out on notebook paper. There are no pencils at work so i did my best with a cheap ball point.
A new eco-fantasy about a strange kingdom of organism that the swamp kids harvest, the Hedgekin process and sell it in powdered form, pressed into bricks. This powder is known on the streets as CRUST.
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