On this day, two years ago,
gave up trying to find/get into the Mass Effect group on livejournal (cuz she's internet and computer inept) and decided to set up shop here on dA. She found talented artists, amazingly supportive (and patient) fans, jammin' groups, and the best internet besties ever!! Her style developed into something not so stupid, and her loving
pushed her to reach new heights in both style and silliness. Then her beautiful fairy godmothers named
gave her wondrous heartfelt gifts that still make
smile to this day.
This story is made possible BY VIEWERS LIKE YOU! I wouldn't be here without you guys, and most certainly would be here without
, and most certainly certainly wouldn't be here without God! Hooray!
So let's quit with the mushy stuff AND GET BACK TO THE COMICS
Turian Councilor has very little patience when his civilization is being destroyed and this SPECTRE is supposed to be stopping it... or at least letting the blue lady with the computer talk.
<-- WHERE IT ALL BEGAN