No rambling, no venting, no slice-of-life stuff, nothing but the art.
CHOKKK!!! The Ur-Device slammed into phase with the cosmos. "This is it," she thought. "If I don't stop this infernal machine in the next fifteen seconds, the entire universe will be as so much cheap chocolate on Valentine's day!!!"
Me playing around with Scriptographer.
Floyd-Steinberg dithering has a certain beauty. Which is completely ruined by the thumbnail process.