Sketchtale

I know there have been some issues with our release schedule. However, the first page has finally been finished. In light of its existence, I realized that we had provided very little backstory. So without further ado… Sketchtale. -Foovazent

A long time ago, humans were united. But that is no longer the case. We have split into two tribes, the artists, and the keepers.

The keepers value order and perfection above all else. They built for themselves a perfect society, free of all ailments. Some say they have almost found a way to master death. But of course, perfection comes with a price. The keepers silenced all emotion within themselves in favor of unity. All creativity in favor of order. They became grey, and dull, almost machines.

The artists, however, were another story. the artists were the very epitome of self-expression. They wore their hearts on their sleeves. Their lives were filled with color and joy. They created, painting and drawing and singing wherever they pleased. However, they had extremely little organization. Which is why it was so devastating when the keepers attacked.

Cap said to put all my sketchtale drawings on here. Problem is, I do music, so all I have is this gaster follower