Scraaaape (Patreon)

Y'know, the 600 mile range... it' pretty nice.

Y'nkow what's my favorite part about it? Like, there's the warmth of the sun right on me, planet's warmth warming up my feet... got the clouds scraping against my soles...

But wanna know what's -the best- part, tho?

My sneaks -sink- into the ground... like walking on some loamy sand, but also kinda like... a big, boiled egg, y'know? I can feel all that thin crust cracking and crumbling under my weight, a lil' wave of heat radiating from below... I look back, and see the lava veins spurting from the crater of my step...

I can lean on the toes, and feel my rubber stabbing through that crust... then scraaaape, feel that rocky shell crumble behind my sole... see that bright, white hot pool, that -gash- I just made on the planet...

The people are barely there for me. Who cares about them, I can barely even see them anyway... But y'know what I do like? Thinking Of how long they'll have those prints of mine to look at~ Scars they can only live around...

Feels like something above my usual extermination, y'know? More like hurting the planet itself. Scarring that fragile lil' blue orb. Smearing my sneak on its rocky nose, breaking its face, making it bleed...

Hah~ I guess it's a bit sick to think that way, right? But hey, I've been walking on everyone else anyway. Walk all over their homes, their cities... jus' topping it off by trampling all over their world~

Been a while since I've drawn Ethan, that goddamn douchecanoe. So here's him being his usual sadistic godlike self, along with a few words from him. I admit I'm really proud of how I did this scale of macro, with the magma effects, the slight space aesthetic etc.