God-Jeff Is Not Small

"Just yesterday I was considered one of the weakest pasta monsters. Pathetic, they called me. Useless, inferior, powerless, just a stupid mortal little human kid who doesn't even have supernatural powers. How could I hope to defeat any of them? But then, I somehow gained a strange new power; the ability to steal lifeforce from Slenderman's race and make myself stronger! The once mighty and invincible Operator fell before me, and I became the living titan you see now! Weak, eh? Inferior, am I? Powerless little mortal, huh? Well, tell me, do I look like a puny weakling NOW?"

*gulp* no, God-Jeff. You don't.

This was back muscle practice. I wanted to draw wrecked buildings smouldering in the distance, but I suck at backgrounds -.-

Also: DAT ASS.

That semi's getting a lot of abuse in my pictures, isn't it?

Jeff the Killer © creepypasta
God-Jeff © me