Thursday, December 03, 2009

Dysfunctionality | Dating Pains

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DISCLAIMER: This piece was done back when I was still – or, at least, more – terrible at art and humor, and only my strict, self-imposed non-deletion policy has spared it from being memory-holed out of embarrassment. So take it for what it’s worth.

Dysfunctionality | “Dating Pains”
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Hopefully, not a mirror of what any hypothetical future memories of my own (equally hypothetical) dating experiences will have been like … (Does that sound right?)

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Dysfunctionality | Levels of Wrongness

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DISCLAIMER: This piece was done back when I was still – or, at least, more – terrible at art and humor, and only my strict, self-imposed non-deletion policy has spared it from being memory-holed out of embarrassment. So take it for what it’s worth.

Dysfunctionality | “Levels of Wrongness”
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Yeah, I know, lame humor … just be happy that it used to be even worse before I changed it. ;-) As usual, done entirely in PhotoShop CS4.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Dysfunctionality | Filthy Politics

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DISCLAIMER: This piece was done back when I was still – or, at least, more – terrible at art and humor, and only my strict, self-imposed non-deletion policy has spared it from being memory-holed out of embarrassment. So take it for what it’s worth.

Dysfunctionality: “Filthy Politics”
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I love comments and feedback, so share anything you have to say. =)

Small disclaimer: This was loosely inspired by a gag from Bill Maher, found here, and I am very much aware of it so don’t bother pointing it out. Thank you.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Dysfunctionality | Rude Awakening

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DISCLAIMER: This piece was done back when I was still – or, at least, more – terrible at art and humor, and only my strict, self-imposed non-deletion policy has spared it from being memory-holed out of embarrassment. So take it for what it’s worth.

Here’s a quick little comic I jotted out a few days ago for a friend. It’s not one of my best; there are plenty of little mistakes I ought to fix, but frankly, I just don’t care. =P

Dysfunctionality: ‘Rude Awakening’
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This is actually an episode from a comic strip series I’d created a while back, titled Dysfunctionality. The character above is Max. Perhaps I'll post more details someday if I ever get around to it.

Original drawn by hand (pencils); inked & colored in PhotoShop CS4.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Reference pic: Aki (profile view)

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Here's a little reference guide I made for myself, for Aki the vixen, a character in my Inhuman story series.

Aki the vixen (profile view)

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Ain't she a cutie? ;-) (Also my very first attempt at anything other than a regular human, mind you.)

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Quick doodle of Richard O’Neil

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Richard O'Neil is the protagonist in the story I'm currently writing (nearly finished with chapter one). What started out as an absent-minded doodle ended up finished, photographed into my PC and photoshopped into this.

Richard O'Neil (portrait)

Just thought I'd share it. 'Cuz I'm bored. =/

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Dark Horizons

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Author’s Note: This is the first story I ever published online, way back when I was … 16? 17? … which entails that it’s understandably amateurish by my present standards. But then, we all have to start somewhere. And so, here’s my first foray into the literary arts (that I’m willing to let anyone else read).


Dark Horizons


— PART ONE —

The Dead City

It was a calm and tepid May night. The moon was shining bright in the starry sky, casting its eerie pearly glow upon the parched clouds and giving the waters and buildings below a surreal, almost phantomlike aura. A low, plaintive breeze made the few trees sway slightly, their leaves tentatively bristling before settling back down to a deathly still.

The massive towers of dark glass, steel and stone that populated the island stuck up like a forest of needles towards the sky. Their windows were blackened, mostly broken, and looked as though light hadn’t shone through them in decades. The buildings’ facades were prominently cracked and crumbling, the rubble from which formed mounds of debris in the city streets hundreds of feet below. Once bustling with life and action, these asphalt pathways were now silent and still, covered in a chaotic mess of rusted-through cars, fallen streetlamps, and other random garbage and debris that would’ve made walking amongst them a true navigational nightmare.

However, no-one was walking around. There hadn’t been a sign of human life in New York City for what had obviously been a very long time. Only insects and the rare animal managed to eke out a living in what was now a sprawling, towering ghost city.