its down to just Two Beefers in the Tournament... yep its Finals time... Winner takes all... Two Beefers enter one Beefer leaves.

If Art + Random senseless violence = Beef, then Beef + Competition = Awesome!

Plus even if you’re not fighting in the tournament (this time) you can still have a part in the action by simply starting random Beef with any one you like, I mean any one, Got Beef member or hapless bystander… all’s fair in Beef and War. Hop over to to learn how Beefing works.

We NEED EVERY BODY to hop over and take part in this Tournament by voting for the winners of each match, The winners are decided solely on YOUR VOTE! SO VOTE DAMN YOUS! So yeah check it out, plus if this goes well we’ll be doing many more in the months to come.

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Where I’ve Been…
As I’m sure some of you have noticed I’ve been MIA for a little bit, hell I didn’t even know the results of the Got Beef Tournament until a few moments ago. The little internet usage I’m allowed at my office has been severely neutered, a case of one bad apple spoiling the bunch if you know what I mean. Every thing is totally and utterly blocked, not even News sites are allowed now. So until I get the internet hooked up in my place, which should be soon enough, I’m forced back into the library only this time I have little time to get here. So my presence here on DA will be little more than that of an apparition or mirage, I’ll try to make sure I comment when I can and fav whenever possible. So until then… best of luck and happy drawing every body.

Where I’m Going…
So I’ve been doing some soul searching the last few months or so and I have come to the realization that I don’t want to be a nameless empty suit in a drab confining cubical for the rest of my life. The mindless tedium and unfulfilling work is weighing me down too much now and days. I’ve lost that spark… that zeal and passion I once had. Sure I’ve still got some sizzle, just enough to get me moving before its too late and I die in one of these offices staring at a beige wall with a poster of a stressed out cat telling me to “hang in there”. I Want more, I need more, the chance to feel pride in one’s work, respect for one’s self. There’s no pride or respect in foreclosing on a 82 year old widow… NONE.

Ever since I was about 9 or 10 the only thing I wanted to do when I grew up was draw comics and now that I’m 25 and as grown as any one man could get, I’ve come to realize that’s just not in the cards. Sure I still love to draw but the comic field is a monster to break into and with artist a thousand times more gifted (some here on DA fall into that category) my “talent” is not going to pay the bills, I’ve accepted that. The problem was that, until recently, I had no idea what else to think about, no other possibilities imagined, and so I’ve sat here and becoming just as stagnate as the coffee in the break room. But after what I can only call a boredom educed epiphany (being unemployed and turning 25 will do that to ya) and some deep one on one chat time with my love, I’ve decided what I want in life.

I’m going to join the Aurora Police Department. So I’m putting a plan together and by this time next year a badge and patrol car instead of tie and desk. I have to get myself into shape in order to pass the PT Test for the academy; working a desk for as long as I have you tend to get some “Office Expansion” around the waistline. So starting this week I’m hitting the gym again, 3 times a week for 40 minutes than twice on the weekend for 95 minutes, plus cutting back on some of the richer foods I do so love. The Aurora Police department is the second largest in Colorado yet the top ranked and toughest trained. It’s a 26 week paramilitary training course with a 60% drop out rate. To put that into perspective the Denver police is the largest but is only a 18 week, less intensive, training program… its not going to be easy, but that’s kinda the point. I’m putting it out there, cause if it stays with me, just in my head, the drive to reach it dimes, and that’s not what I want. I’m not getting any young and the prospects of marriage and children have moved from distant uncertainties to pending proposals… so as they say its time to shit or get off the pot.

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