Overdue, Overdue, OVERDUE!!!!
I wanted to do these features in April already, but dA kept me busy, as well as my Ole Screen broke >_<
Now, anyways, first off i would like to thank my friend
For his support and for helping me out of my screen-less misery! Thanks man, i appreciate it a lot!
Now, back on track:
So, back then, i posted a journal, asking my watchers and stoppers-by, if they would like to be featured. You sure all know these kinda Journals, with featureslots, "comment my journal and youze´s gettin da slot..." etc etc.
Now, it took me FOREVER to put it up, due to busyness, but finally, here it is!
OH! And back then, in April i think, i also decided to write a news-article about these features! To celebrate my 29th b-day in April (dA didnt update mah age ¬_¬), and to celebrate my 10,000th Pageview back then, and as a little "thank you" to mý active watchers and supporters. However, this is long gone, but yet i decided to write the newsarticle about it, which you can find here: news.deviantart.com/article/86…
Hope, that makes up a little for the long delay to actually DOING the features, haha!
But enough said, here they are now, hope you enjoy!
TRiG, out! AnalogHeart Sheba-Windstorm Silent--echo
:thumb118457765: Sergeant-McFluffers Rural-Guerre Circuit5389
:thumb125480850: VincentsFallenAngel LlamaDrama
Sorry, But i just couldnt resist... You simply grew to close to my heart and where far too good of a friend and far too supportive to NOT be
mentioned here !!!
A Waiting GameA Waiting game.
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