((Life suddenly got really busy with school and such so I’ll be taking a break from this. Be back when I can!))
((I was out of town for a few days and when I got home, my internet bandwidth somehow got capped so I’m practically on dial-up speed for the moment, which, you can imagine, is a pain in the ass to work with. Thus, Max will be on hiatus for a while. This message has been brought to you by a very kind friend who let me eat her bandwidth for a few hours. So sorry everyone! I’ll try to be back soon!))
The Sam and Max tag hasn’t been updated in like 3 days. I had to fix that.
An old drawing that I’m still fond of, the idea was born of a silly doodle I made of Sam doing the “Objection!” pose while practicing how to draw him XD
The force of the skeletal structure of my ears are too immense for any run-of-the-mill wig to hold down. I do not recall that wig being made of steel.
Shower me with your curiosity!
((I might be slightly slow, but I WILL answer your questions. If they go through. I’m hearing that Tumblr’s being a derp again
New followers: I see you! I’ll get something up for you soon. Promise!))
Fooled you! I'm not Tumblrbot at all! Still, though, what's your earliest memory?
Ever considered acting? If so, you may want to reconsider your career choice.
And to answer your first question: I’m not human so I can’t respond legitimately. But to your second question: I think my earliest memory involved something with aluminum tin foil and worn down microwaves.
None of your damn business. But if you’re referring to random crap that is NOT my gun, then those are kept in the inventory box that Sam carries around. Where THAT is is none of your damn business either.
(I’m gonna be busy for the next few days so I won’t be on as much. However, I’ll pop on here and there whenever possible to answer your questions!)
(Also, fun fact: I share the same birthday as Steve Purcell. Different year and generation, of course, but same day <3)
It’s debatable, considering the possibility that I may have been adopted.
I recall a tale of my infancy about my tendency to fall from high altitudes and land on my cranium on the softest surfaces with the best sort of luck that would even make Lady Luck herself weep. One day I just happened to fall right on top of a young Sam and we’re been friends ever since.
So the secret to making long-life friends is not through dedication and commitment: it’s about landing on them with your head without crushing their spinal cord.