Our character watched as they ran past the guards, and headed towards the central station. All the guards ran after, or at least turned their heads. He slid one hand into his pocket, and the other upon the handle of his shovel; then slowly let his body rest against the stone wall behind him. Then rose his head, letting his eyes rest upon the horizon, which he had not seen for far too long;for they would not allow it. He drifted off into his thoughts. Why was he here, what was the point of carrying on? Will he ever be able to escape, or would he remain a slave forever? Just then, his thoughts were broken, as he heard a loud bang, and felt something whiz by his face. "Get back to work!" one yelled. He laid his eyes back upon the ground, and returned to his work.
This started as a sketch in my drawing book, that I did one day in math class. For some reason or another, I just loved it, and couldn't resist pixeling it. His arms were supposed to be a bit bulgy, and my friend said that he had an "indented wenis". He also named him Carl. So thats why he is here today.
In other news, this is my 100th pixel!!! I wanted something special for my 100th, so I thought this piece was special enough. |
