"My name is Victor. Welcome to hell, I'll be your guide."

So, I had a rather insane little dream with this fellow in it. Apparently I'd gone to hell and, much like Dante's Inferno, there were various levels depending on your sins. I guess I only rated a level consisting of "general unpleasantness and inconvenience". It was a lot like Earth but if anything could go wrong, it would in minor ways. Like someone would always have just used up the last of the hot water when you went to take a shower. Or if you were late, you could never find your left shoe...

It was Victor's job to show me around and get me acclimated. Crazy looking thing he was too. Pure white, plasticy skin stretched too tightly over his lumpy skull. No eyes but just strips of black electrical tape where they should have been. And his pinstripe suit kept changing and flowing... very hurty on the eyes. Oh well. He was a nice enough guy about it and kept apologizing profusely which was rather funny in retrospect.

Did this cause it was a rather fascinating dream and what the hell... I haven't really drawn anything odd in awhile now.