marching to the land of glory

foot blobs

he’s so creepy

soldier yoga

steampunk shooter

Prime Zombie

The Dark Wood Cutter

mates, follow that guy

just a skinny guy with a gun

casual

for whatever reason we hate each other

puttin’ things in perspective

stop looking at me

or evil battle

a look behind the scenes

prepare to die

down the plank

marchin’

but i can’t moooove

wha happened?

shiny blood spear

but they’re harmless

The hand says YES

Go fix yourself you sick horse

don’t look at me

we’re a useless team. i prefer working solo.

too much blood in my eyes

and he thought he was alone