[SPOILERS]

"But burning those villages, watching those naked peasants cry... I see it every day. It's not PTSD, it's the drug. It's only been a week, but it feels like a year. Every word is getting longer, the mosquitoes are getting louder. When the drug runs out, time stops, and you're stuck in the jungle forever."

Instead of drawing a handsome looking, drug addicted teenage war veteran - or basically anything just as cute - I've decided to draw what i imagine a person like him would look like if he was seen by his enemies.

He'd look horrifying, covered in blood, and he would like a mess you'd never want to encounter, almost as if it's death's face itself.

Also, follow me on Twitter, it's really lonely there :

https://twitter.com/Moe_anguish