Hollywood, France.

Fuck kanye. He deserves a fucking bullet in the head.

I'm going to bet you've never seen anyone draw something by hand so perfectly, that it lines up EXACTLY with what they're copying. Because you haven't. I don't know why you clowns have such a hard on for this hack "artist". It's pathetic.

Again, it perfectly lines up in multiple examples. That is literal proof that in at least those examples... they were traced. I can tell you don’t know how to draw, sketch or paint. Stick to being a petulant cocksucker on Kotaku comment sections.

No, dipshit, there are literally dozens of his “original works” that line up DIRECTLY with another image without even having to “skew/stretch” the image. It proves he’s good at “recreating art” like how a counterfeiter is good at “recreating” the shit they’re bootlegging. 

“Trying to move forward without someone as integral to the show’s success as DiMaggio feels pretty off”.

This sounds like fucking dog shit.

Plenty fucking lines up perfectly to be considered literally traced. Did you and I watch the same video?

Lol none of these are “original” if he’s literally tracing another persons work. You’re a moron, and if I had to guess... talentless.

The solid metal door handle on my car has never let me down.

It’s true: fuck Joe Rogan.

All of these people deserve to die.

I’m so fucking tired of the usage of “blew up” to describe a post in every Kotaku article that mentions a tweet. Every fucking last one. Often used multiple times within an article, sometimes even in the same paragraph. 

the game looks like shit.

Guys... maybe Pokemon games are... cash grabs at best and don’t represent any sort of artistry in how they are written or designed.

Tracy’s stories just remind me that horrible mechanics can become a writer whenever they please. His stories are on par with those of people I’ve fired for being shit technicians.

You’re a fucking idiot who doesn’t understand the world around them. Don’t have kids.

Sounds like a dumb fucking cunt to me.

lol

You mean *fancy* 1960s cars with warning lights. At best, all I’ve ever had is a faintly glowing orange light indicating low oil pressure.