Hello, hi, and other greeting sundries.
I trust you all are well, as you've always been well in your own right. I know The Broshland went under many MANY moons ago, and for the most part, I have not tried to reach out too much. Let the past be the past, right?
And yet. I think about y'all to this day. I hope you're all well, and having golden brown grilled cheese sandwiches punctuated with freshly squeezed juice of your preferred fruits. I was barely there for the lifeline of Very Serious, but I regret deeply not keeping in touch. I wish I called you, Sir Gimo. You gave me your number and said 'call when you please" and I never did. I wish I had. I wish I would try to this day. I still have it written right next to me. I don't know what I'm doing. ANYWAY.
As for the rest of y'all Broshlanders, I'm not about to start trying to name names, accidentally leaving peeps out, but just know some random Derfthing goblin remembers and loves y'all, and uh...I dunno. Take care. =] Be safe. A third thing that reinforces those first two things etc. Now here's an old sketch of Smallsy that I still need to paint:
