Placeholder: Deadline. Another damn deadline. What amazes you most is that you haven't become a hack. Pressure. The constant pressure. Keep those worlds coming. The weirder the better. It gets worse every year. They always want something new. Bigger monsters. Stronger heroes. You dig deeper into my dreams. You feel it, you know... whatever I draw... You know you can stop it... You won't stop it. You live through your dreams. You escape. They Deadline. Another damn deadline. What amazes you most is that you haven't become a hack. Pressure. The constant pressure. Keep those worlds coming. The weirder the better. It gets worse every year. They always want something new. Bigger monsters. Stronger heroes. You dig deeper into my dreams. You feel it, you know... whatever I draw... You know you can stop it... You won't stop it. You live through your dreams. You escape. They

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Deadline. Another damn deadline. What amazes you most is that you haven't become a hack. Pressure. The constant pressure. Keep those worlds coming. The weirder the better. It gets worse every year. They always want something new. Bigger monsters. Stronger heroes. You dig deeper into my dreams. You feel it, you know... whatever I draw... You know you can stop it... You won't stop it. You live through your dreams. You escape. They

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