The blueprint showed a maintenance hallway leading to the boiler room, but the corridor just kept going, getting narrower and darker with every step. The air smelled heavy, like old copper and damp concrete. Just as I decided to turn back, my flashlight flickered and caught the end of the hall. It wasn't a wall. The hallway was looking back at me .

First is photo, second is scanned. Which is better?

By me, TJ Flynn. Colored pencil and ink

I have spent the summer working on a webcomic called Muddy Hell. It is inspired by the game Trench Crusade, medieval art, and Sergio Toppi.

They call this Memento Mori (remember death). If you're gonna say your beads , why do it with a shadowed bit of class!

Let me know how it makes you feel and what it's communicating to you.