So I was organizing this pile of artwork that had been sitting in the corner of my bedroom for I don't know how many years when I came across a folder of old drawings I must have made when I was eight or nine. Upon leafing through the contents of the folder, I discovered this picture resting among the other pages of badly drawn robots and random things.
I actually had no idea that this even existed. I have a vague idea of what's going on in this picture i must have made in 2009. What do you think is going on in this badly drawn bionicle masterpiece. Feel free to comment with your interpretation of this testament to the boundaries of crayon drawings.