You knew this was coming.

While all you kids were out leading productive lives, yours truly was kicking ass in a game of Pokemon Yellow on my little brother's Gameboy. That's right, old school Pokemon, bitches. I hadn't played since sixth grade--since before Redsugar began A long, LONG time ago.

Naturally, though, I named all my Pokemon after Redsugar characters, until eventually I had so many Pokemon I had to resort to really obscure characters. I even had a Zubat named MerlinsUncle. But that's because I hate Zubats.

So here we have me and my winning team: trainer Curtis, Jun the Pikachu, Valentino the Butterfree, Roger the Growlithe, Arik the Wartortle, Harris the Charmander, David the Jolteon, and Lin the Kadabra. Appropriately, Arik was a wuss, Jun was peppy, Valentino was emo, Lin was kickass, and Roger...uh, tried hard.

Pokemon are really hard to draw.

Prisma and Copic marker
[Pokemon!...and Curtis]