Archive for November 6th, 2011
#06 The Specimen
One of the highly ambiguous inhabitants of urban space. Going places, yet nowhere.
Ha ha.
#6 – Mouse
To whomever it may concern.
I, Charlie B. Goode, in full use of all my physical and mental abilities hereby declare this my Last Will and Testament.
I, unfortunately, have nothing in my possession worth inheriting to anyone.
And even if I did, I have no family to whom to inherit it anyways.
All I had in the world was my uncle Linus. He cared for me and raised me until his sudden and unexpected death at the age of 97.
It is in his memory that I became a nurse and care for those afflicted by all sorts of mental illness.
Also, I had no money for medical school.
It may not have been the most glamorous of works, but I quite liked it and made me feel like I was doing something important with my life.
That all changed the day I met Edmund Montagu. He had been a guest of the Happy Cheeks Home for the Clinically Insane ever since I got there. He’d never given us any trouble, hadn’t even spoken in all those years. He just used to seat on his wheel chair and read comics all day long.
And one day, out of nowhere, he just got off his chair, started screaming he was a cat, took me hostage and jumped from our third floor window.
I was very lucky that Mr. Montagu had bullet-proof skin and unbreakable bones, or else we would have both died that day.
I was not so lucky in that, when I regained consciousness I was in some abandoned sewer, dressed in a mouse costume and tied to a chair. Mr. Montagu had decided that I would become his sidekick in his new endeavor as a crime fighter.
And that’s been my life ever since.
I’m just a 24 year old nurse. Never even kissed a girl. Now I find myself everyday thrown into the most absurdly dangerous situations because of Mr. Montagu’s insane crusade. I mean, his hearth is in the right place and he kinda, sorta does have what it takes to make it in this business. But he’s a seriously sick person and he needs help, before he hurts someone.
Especially before he hurts me.
I’ll do as I swore to do the day I graduated from nursing school: I will care for my patients. I won’t abandon Mr. Montagu. Not until I finally convince him to go back to the clinic and get help.
But in the mean time, just in case…
#5 – Cat
This World is a filthy, dangerous place.
Evil clutters the drains of our society, making it drown in misery and corruption.
The throat of truth and righteousness is further and further choked by the hairy hands of crime and villainy.
But evil-doers, wrong-doers and other kinds of doers associated with the previous two… BEWARE!!
For I will be society’s avenging plumber, mooning you with my half-shown cheeks of justice!
I will be peppermint flavored cough drop of hope that will sooth your aching throat after I kick those hairy villain’s hand right in his foul butt!
I AM THE CAT! AND I BORROW THE NIGHT!
I borrow it because saying I own it is the kind of thing that egomaniacal super-villain types say. I must remain forever humble and servile to avoid that my super-powers corrupt me and turn me to the side of the devils.
Also, the night truly belongs to the law-abiding citizens of my beautiful hometown, which I’ve made a sacred, double secret pinky swear to protect.
So, once again for the cheap seats: EVIL BEWARE! Because there’s a new cat in town and not only is he hip to your tricks, but he’s also not had his claws clipped in a very, very long time. Kitty can scratch, baby.
Meowch!
And using said claws, plus my other awesome powers, my super scary Charles Bronson from “Death Wish†impersonation, a belt full of pouches, which are then filled with tiny, itsy-bitsy crime-fighting gadgets and my own fearless protégé, the valiant Mouse, I will bring an end to all sorts of crime and villainy.
I will punish the wicked, right wrongs, save damsels in distress, help old ladies cross the street, shake hands, kiss babies and all other duties that this life of super heroism and self sacrifice I’ve pledged myself to demand.
And, in conclusion my superstitious and cowardly lot, you should very much fear me the next time you see me.
FOR I AM THE CAT!!! AND I BORROW THE NIGHT!!
#6 Anna Conda
Here is today’s character from my current project of a tongue-in-cheek comic. This character is Anna Conda:
Anna Dixit specialized in zoology at a university in her home country of India. Studying rare species of venomous snakes and working in league with members of the medical field, her desire was to help the doctors discover new cures for the deadliest snake venoms that plagued the people of her land. When Anna was bitten by a snake, however, some of the untested anti-venom was all that was available to cure her in time. Given a form similar to a spinal tap, the medicine was injected in the discs between her spinal lumbar. Healing her instantly, the anti-venom also delivered a side effect none of them could have expected. Anna’s spine at first seemed to be completely flexible. Twisting herself into a pretzel, she felt no pain. While under medical watch, Anna used her idle time to see what else could be accomplished. Twisting became old hat as she exercised herself and learned to control her muscles which now allowed her separate her lumbar and thus to expand her spine by several times its normal length. Further perfecting her new skills, Anna gained the strength to even curl and coil herself around objects that she could then squeeze with her elongated abdomen with incredible force. Her limbs hold no such bendability or stretch ability but she has honed them into finely tuned arms and legs that fully support her ever changing core. Being an upstanding citizen, Anna knew she would have to benefit the world around her by donning a hero’s identity and helping others. Bearing the name Anna Conda, she now uses these powers for good. Able to reach 20 feet into the air and to produce a squeezing pressure of up to 900 metric pounds, she has a terrible weakness that she hopes no one will ever discover: despite her great strength and incredible gift, she is very ticklish. Should a villain ever be wrapped up in her coil with an arm that is free enough to move and tickle her, the sudden shock of silliness would immediately loosen her super strong grip. So far, however, no one has had the chance to learn of this before being squeezed unconscious.
05_Escher
Spent all of yesterday playing Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines for the first time. It rolled me with a Nosferatu, but I was pretty disappointed with how limited the interactions were and also the fact that I’m stuck wearing this terrible looking and brain-dead stupid getup of lowcut pants and a bra through the city when I’m so disfigured that I send people running when they see me.
This is how I properly envision Esther – a streetwise cutpurse and con-woman who wakes up one day after a poor choice in bed partner to find that the world she’s known is now forever lost to her. The world above is nothing but kine who see only her disfigured face, or kindred who seek to use her as a pawn in their elaborate ridiculous games. Sometimes she just wants to stay in the sewers with the rats. They’re the only ones who seem to like her for who she is…
I decided to experiment with Texture overlays for this pic. It turned out alright, especially considering that it was pretty rushed.
#6 – Cthulbug
The Cthulbug is a small but dangerous creature that lurks around ancient ruins and other places touched by the old ones.
The creatures powerful tentacles will grab onto its victim  and not let go into the bug has had it’s fill of their life essence.
It will often lay eggs in the victim which will hatch a week later and devour the host.  The will mature within a month to continue the cycle.
#3 MAY.
the kind of person who dyes her hair pink and howls at the moon, accepts candy from strangers and forgets why she walked in there pretty much every time she enters a room.
Day 6: Captain Anderson
He is the captain of Jake’s FBI task force. He has been in the force for 20+ years and is thinking about retiring in the near future. He assigns Jake and his new partner to the hack/slash killer
Inspirations seen in photo below
#2 Pugball
he's not fat it's a condition
Pugball is the roundest pug. He has trouble getting around the house. He was born this way. He is proof that nature has a cruel sense of humor.
#1 Unicorn Steve
ugh no mom don't put holes in my hoodies it's so embarassing you don't even know
Unicorn Steve is a teenager who has a unicorn horn on his forehead. It is totally uncool. Everyone is totally looking at it he wants to go home okay?
the queen
Esta es la reina y al igual que el ajedrez, ella es quien controla en su totalidad al ejército cÃclope
#2: Vishy Nobelle
Vishy isn’t exactly a space pirate; she’s more of a space vandalist. Much of her kicks are gotten by raiding ships and essentially crippling them, and then getting out before she’s either shot full of holes or the ship itself erupts.
While solo most of her young adult life, she eventually recruits herself into a bandit mercenary squadron called the Blind Daggers, named after the circus act of tossing knives while blindfolded at a person chained to a spinning wheel. As expected, she is typically the first one in on a job and the last one out.
#6 Femme
Femme a cyborg from the future
In the future(2012 ^^; ), society is dominated by a corrupt and paranoid layer of super rich financiers. To meet the increasingly perverse desires of this class the Xynon corporation has endeavored to create a line of pleasure cyborgs-to satisfy the more earthly needs of these oligarchs. In addition to being built to the prospective buyer’s desires-the pleasure droids are also armed with an array of weaponry(from blades to electronic whips and coils)…they are also coated with a suit of flesh colored armor that is highly resistant to even tank fire. The ‘femmes’ as they came to be called are also incredibly strong and fast.
The designers programmed them with human(desirable female traits) personalities and intelligence, altho the femmes are actually much smarter than a human-basically the equivalent of a super computer is built into their cranium. Femme is the first of many planned droids…hers is the story of a droid that gained ‘consciousness’-she was horrified and repelled by both her programming and those she was programmed to please and protect. After being awakened she killed her owner in a fit of rage…she then went back to the lab and destroyed it…killing the scientists involved. Now Femme is on the run in a decidely unfriendly world…
day 6
oh goodness i was so inspired by the trip we went on ahhaha
anyways we went to this place where they made us try legit cacao like the mayans used to make and oh man the real-deal cacao doesn’t taste good hahaha but then they made the drink and it was actually pretty good; just needed some sugar.
anyways there they had these plants that are called dormillonas and OMG you just touched them and they just folded up all docile like and ahhhh, like
the leaves would literally move as soon as you touched them ( i made a video so i could never forget ahhah )
well this is one of the whore who is for those kind of funny folks that would rather have their whores sleeping while they take them.
day 5
this is panchita glu glu
she’s a sassy whore who is her own pimp, her purse is magical and does not follow the laws of physics, so when she swings it around, it remains perfectly stiff.
she’s glamorous and her tits are real.
day 4
while on the trip, we went to this tiny town whose only public bathroom was gross as fuck with no running water but with these hilarious writings on the walls like you wouldn’t believe ahahha i’m laughing now just thinking about them.
anyways, there was this one dog there that was just the sweetest thing ever, ahh, she’d even fetch a bottle that we found and bring it back to you aw i just petted her so much and oh gosh she was so nice what a nice puppy aww
we named her monica and so i made the first of the whores that i’ll be drawing for the challenge ( ahahah the theme i suppose )
#3 – Wu Xing
Shen Yat-Sun, a humble fisherman from the Hainan Province of China, was half asleep in his small boat, the rod loosely held in his hand, when the blinding flash of light hit him.
Waking with a start Shen fell into the cold water and, when he surfaced, his rod had changed into a wooden staff, with five coloured rings through the top of the shaft. Gripping the staff tightly he found himself floating up from the water, rising above it and drifting to the shoreline where he suddenly realised that he knew what he held – and who he now was:
Wu Xing – the master of the five elements.
Each ring on the staff represented one of the fabled elements – the black ring was metal, giving him strength and protection; the blue ring was air, giving him flight; the red ring was for fire, giving him blasts of powerful heat and flames; the brown ring was for earth, granting him the power of the earthquake; and the green ring was for water, granting him invisibility.
#5 Hectar Grimme
Graphitint fuelled quick drafts for next few days… Wasn’t able to get this sorted yesterday as I was in London all day… I was lucky enough to be spending my birthday attending Distant Worlds at the Royal Albert Hall, the first time ever for the UK. I’ve wanted to go since 2002 when I became aware of a concert that was held in America, and I grinned when they apologised for taking so long to get over here, all is forgiven. Wonderful evening and the promise of a return visit in 2012.
day 3
so while i was on my trip, we went to this nunnery and wow you wouldn’t believe how fucking beautiful the place was, ahh the walls were all pink and with these squiggly indentations and woah it was actually pretty cool.
then i started thinking about the stereotypical nun pornos that i’ve seen and this naughty nurse was born.
#6 Eric
Eric works in a small cafe as a job. He doesn’t do a good job, and breaks a lot of things by accident, but he is kept there because the owner is good friends with his uncle. Eric hates the uniform and thinks it looks like a dress.
#2 – Legacy
After a tour of Iraq, Sergeant Eric Danielson returned to his home in Swindon, England and a life that felt as if it were someone else’s. Each day he awoke and trudged to his new job in the City, dealing with the reams of paperwork that never seemed to get any smaller and then, at the end of each night, to his empty flat and ate another tasteless meal for one.
Many miles away, on a small Greek island, a box was being opened as Eric stated out of his bedroom window, wondering what his role in life was meant to be – wondering, hoping, that there had to be more to it than what he had.
It was at that moment that a bright light flashed through his window and a warm glow enveloped him. Looking down he found that his clothes had changed – that he had changed.
Now garbed in the tabard of St. George himself – granting him protection from harm; the belt of Waylund Smith- granting him strength beyond mortal men; and wielding the bow of Herne the Hunter – which never missed; and the fabled sword, Excalibur – which could cut through anything non-living.
With the emblems and artefacts of legend Eric Danielson suddenly knew the role that he was destined to play.
day 2
Her name is ayden and she’s a flaming lesbian and in love with clarissa.
that’s why she always rescues her.
she’s a really good fighter, but in the end has to kill clarissa because she got infected with the weird beast virus so yeah.
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