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Birthday present for the wonderful *SgtPossum
One of 3 drawings I decided to create based off of his incredible stories YOU ALL SHOULD GO CHECK OUT HIS GALLERY NOW GOD DAMN IT, you can read vomit and lullabies here: [link]

I hope you like them my sweet
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PsykoHilly Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2013
Excellent work, bravo!
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Vaahlkult Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you! (-:
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PsykoHilly Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2013
It's been a pleasure Emily, you're most welcome :salute:
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SgtPossum Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2013
"Talk to the sea, hepcat. I ain't droppin' no truths."

"Suit yourself." I shrugged, and then drew my vaporizer pistol from the handle of my cane. One swift beam to the brain and the jive talker was a puff of glowing red dust that danced and spiraled gradually down onto the concrete floor of Franz's Nasty House's back room.

Casually I let myself into the alleyway and strolled down to the corner of Lucretia and Joyce, to a chain link fence around a plot where once a cop shop had stood, decades ago. There I stopped, sheathed my pistol back into my cane, and lit up a cigar to think things over. A crowd of cephalopod half-men in dapper vests and trousers hopped by, no doubt on their way to a big iggert party in the slums. All squids were iggert junkies those days, and it was a damn shame; full humans had let their potential bleed away into filthy streets and an empty cosmos, while mutants had nearly become almost promising.

I ran through the tumbling puzzle pieces. My butlers all dead, my mercenaries missing, my greatest possession hijacked and who could possibly be responsible for it all? Gruesome Toothy and his Mudds? Isabella and hisher Valiumites? That powdered kid I left floating under a hanging 40 watt bulb seemed to be a loyal friend of Scrapper Eddy--but Eddy didn't have the stone-cold nerve to butcher my butlers and massacre my maids. Hell, nobody did; I was God as far as most people were concerned. It looked like I'd have to bark up all the most dangerous trees until some big nasty squirrel chirped back. It occurred to me I might be the squirrel.

The first time I ashed my smoke I saw her, standing in the puke-yellow glow of lights blazing from within the roman arches of Casino Runciter. Cissy, or Cissy the Squid Lover. The femme fatale straight out of hell, the hooker with a heart of coal, the kind of gal you'd like to take home to ma but only if ma lived on the Acheron in a houseboat with Charon. One of Gruesome Toothy's girls, the only cephalopod he owned, a status that made it pretty easy for her to lure squids to the dog food plant or the warehouses out by Pier 23, where they got butchered by Mudds and Hogarth Boys that just didn't like sharing the City with lil Cthulhus. And she had her big bright eyes, eyes the color of piss and balsamic vinegar, looking right at me, her purple tentacles flicking nervously around her set of award-winning milk jugs. She wasn't fooling anybody, making it look like she was on the prowl for a john. She was watching me, like everybody in the goddamn City was she was watching me, only I knew it wasn't just the pills wearing off, it wasn't just in my head.

I threw away my nubbed cigar and walked briskly across the street, or as briskly as I could with a leg gimped by a maniacal math teacher with a perverted streak in my youth. She always had been a teaser, the couple times I took her up to my palace, and she made it look as though I had her cornered until the moment my left shoe made contact with the sidewalk; then she turned left and zipped up the steps into Runciter. I damn near crashed up the stairs after her, but I got through the doors just as she disappeared behind a row of slot machines.

"Pardon me, sir, but--" Some kid came for me, I couldn't tell if he was packing a switchblade or just carrying tickets for the show going on, but he was trying to stop me and I had my vaporizer out so fast he was an inanimate cloud before you can say 'Jesus Christ that old fuck has a gun.' I know I did it that fast because the next guy I zapped was still saying it when I turned the barrel on him. Cissy had gone upstairs, to the bar, and slipping through the screaming crowd that had been too terrified by the light show to recognize me as the purveyor of death I was right after her.

By the time I was in there, the place had cleared out in a panic; all that remained was a great big negro bartender tending to Cissy. She was throwing a filthy martini down her beak when I strode in and sat beside her. The bartender fixed me a gin and tonic.

"All right, Cissy. Speak up."

"There's nothing to speak up about, darling." She said in a tone smacking of sex and sewage. "You know who I work for, you know I was watching you. Now you know I'm just baiting a trap that you hobbled straight into."

"Yeah," I said before hammering back the double. "So who do I kill? This nigger, or ten guys waiting in the back for me, or maybe it's too late and I just drank a full vial's worth of poison."

"The first one, but you really shouldn't be looking at me."

I cocked my head where the black man towered. He grabbed my jacket, sent me fourth-class mail to the back door, then kicked me straight through it with a boot he must've taken from Stalin's statue out in old Leningrad. My hat went spinning away, my cane rolled off, my bottle of hooch clinked elsewhere, and standing over my understandably prostrate body the bartender said,

"Grandpa, you need to get hep to the jive." He lifted me once more, brought his fist back, and roared, "You need to get jiggy with it!"
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