Then the economy turned sour. He became so lazy, he hired someone else to ink his even-worse-than-before artwork. His fans stopped lavishing him with money. He became bitter. He began to make self-pitying rants about how he was turning 30 (poor baby).
Eventually even his enablist fans began to gradually notice the dreck he wrote wasn't worth wiping their asses with. They began to critique him. He threw a dramatic hissyfit and hired other people to illustrate his awful rape fantasies. Many of them quit. Yet, he fapped on.
Then, we came along.
NONE OF THIS ARTWORK IS OURS. WE DID NOT EVEN MAKE THE EDITS. WE HAVE ONLY SAVED THEM. ALL ARTWORK IS FROM GOOD OL DAVID HOPKINS. http://www.pholph.com
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Oh look, a list of riffs.