Hark, whatith that upon the winds?

Is it an old website I spent many-a-day emersed in within my youth over a decade or two ago? But no, alas that website has long been dead. But no my eyes do not decieve me! It hath risen again! "How?" I ponder. "Why?" I question. And before I can consider "Who?" my eyes fall upon a name of old. Ry, that old friend of mine. And thus it all makes sense. The digital necromancer has worked his magics again and risen from the dead comes Sheezyart. I watch from afar as this new born website takes it's first breaths, enjoying the new lease of life without the burden of the bullshit I used to type upon it's faces as a teen. And think "... I'mma do that again."

And now here I am.

What up bitches.

Names IrregularCharlie. I was here back in the day. I was called GearType. Then Blackhatter. Now I'm 31, trans and a lot gayer than I used to be. I'll update this shit at some point.