We pull our black dA T-shirts over our heads, proclaiming to the world that yes, we are unique. And quite possibly ninjas. We throw our matching black dA hoodies around our shoulders, hoods up defiantly. We hold our fetching bags close to us, armed with pens, pencils, drawing tablets and inspiration, and shielded by our sketchpads, notebooks and llamas. We stand together, in undefined rows; poets, musicians, painters, sketchers, furries, animators, of every country of every age of every colour and kind. We follow our fearless, monochrome leader Fella, and inject the world around us with life. We fill our lives and the lives of others with col