Slump.

It's a pretty natural state for someone whose livelihood waxes and wanes with the temperment of forces beyound their knowledge or control. And it's where this particular shaman has been lately, more or less. It's been a long and tiresome time for me, these past dozen moons. I was dragged into the bird realm, climbed the mountains a mile high only before descending to the sea, found myself a new hovel, and so on. Nothing of any consequence to you, but it does mean a disruption in posts.

But something equally arbitrary and meaningful has occured. We've completed a full rotation around our sun and, with the passing of the winter solstice, I am feeling strangely renewed. The spirits that haunt me, taunt me, and flaunt themselves at me have been more solid and forceful recently. As frustrating and inconvenient as it is for one as lazy as I am, it is necessary for removing myself from the valley of slump. In a manner of speaking, the forces of magic threaten to "revoke your license" if you don't stop playing Counter-Strike 2 to get up and do something with them every once in a while.

More importantly, it's good for you because it means that more Cheepo content artworks will be available for you quite soon. By quite soon I mean now. By now, I mean partially now.

The story that's been most recently bestowed upon me from worlds yet unseen actually has to do with the idea of "slump". It's in the tradition of an old winter's tale, as we follow some poor fool on his journey through strangeness to undo a debilitating curse.

This story is serial, so I can't give you all of it yet, but the PRELUDE and PHASE I are available now. I'll be rolling out more phases as they are delivered to me. In the meantime, rest assured that this is not the only effort of the Cheepo Arts Collective and, with all humours aligned, you ought to see some other things here as well.

Until then.

-Tungsten Wizard