So there I was thinking to myself "Holy Christ, I'm fecked, what was I thinking." And then I opened a bottle of gin and the fear left me. After drinking the second bottle it became clear to me. Go to Lord Google. So I went to my trusty laptop and asked "Please Lord Google, show me a picture of Skeletor in a semi-gay pose." I scrolled down the first page, then the second page, then the third and there were no pictures of Skeletor drawn from behind. "But I promised everyone I'd have a drawing of Bersercules ass on Monday." I yelled at the dog. "Please Lord Google, I begged, even a shit drawing by a three year old would make me happy." Lord Google refused me again.
So I did the only sane thing a person in my condition could do at that moment. Armed only with a trench coat and a fistful of dollars, I headed for the nearest porn shop. I was in a hurry, I had a deadline so I grabbed a shopping cart from the Walmart next-door and threw myself through the door and into the porn shop. "I need naked men and I need them fast!" I yelled at the shopkeeper. I ran through the aisles, scooping piles of porn into the cart as I passed them.
"It's for research." I yelled in the shop-keepers face as I threw a wad of bills at him and ran out the door. When I got home, I sat down with my pile of porn and began looking. "No, no, no" I said. There were no suitable candidates. So I opened a bottle of tequila and it came to me like a bolt out of the blue "Wrestlers!" So I went back to Lord Google, and lo and behold, there were wrestlers and all of them were built like Skeletor and there were plenty of pictures of them in semi-gay poses. So I got a piece of paper and a pencil and begen sketching. After about 5 hours of tearing up sketches and shouting, I'd finally drawn one I thought would work. I fed that one into the scanner, and took it to MS Paint.
Three days later, I produced this.
I realized as I was sketching that I could not draw a pose with Bersercules looking back over his shoulder with a come-hither look in his eyes. I couldn't get the perspective right. So I drew this, knowing that I'd be cramped for time and would have to pull something out of my ass that looked like Bersercules crossed with Skeletor. So I did this.
I call him Berserculor, a hybrid of Bersercules and Skeletor. I didn't have time to finish the paintwork on this one. I haven't slept in 24 hours and I've done all I can do. And honestly, I can't take it anymore. Jesus Christ, the first one took hours and hours. I had to paint individual pixels to get the folds on that hood to look right, and I don't even want to talk about the musculator on that bad boy. Forever and a day, I'm tellin' ya.
But I did learn something, never challenge a Canadian. They're wiley.