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My First Monster

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Thu, 09 May 2013 15:01:11 -0700

Elijah’s first monster was “The Tadpole”. It was very small compared to his parents’ monsters, barely the size of a small skyscraper. And it couldn't fly, or breath nuclear fire, stuff way too dangerous for a kid’s monster. But it was clever and lithe and could jump pretty high, and Elijah loved playing with it. He could only take it out with his parents, which wasn't much fun because there were so many rules. Even though they told him over and over that his monster was not a toy, he still snuck it out of the paddock to play with sometimes. After all he was just five, and everything was a toy to him.

Elijah’s monster stepped on his little sister, and then ate his parents, before roaming down the hillside into town. He knew he’d be in trouble and would probably be grounded once his parents woke up. After all he was just five, and had no concept of death.

The army came and killed his monster, but not before it ate or stepped on most everyone in town, and left very few buildings standing. Elijah didn’t understand why everyone was so mad. After all he was just five, and he thought this is what monsters were supposed to do.

That Yellow Bartkira

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 01 May 2013 22:21:05 -0700

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Here's the complete five page set of my unofficial attempt at the Bartkira Project. Tons of fun, but man I'm not cut out for sequential art, it's exhausting. Since I was already mashing stuff up, I tossed in some Sin City yellow for the pop-manga-comic-cartoon hat trick.

You're gonna want to view this at a larger size to see it all.

Bartkira: Page 252

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 11:30:21 -0700

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Continuing the practice project, this is a side-by-side from page 252 (Akira volume 6.) Two pages left to go!

Bartkira: Pages 249, 253 Comparison

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 20:05:58 -0700

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Continuing the practice project, I chose five pages from Akira Volume 6, here's a comparison of the two pages with the original from Akira. This is really a lot of fun, I highly recommend anyone give this a try for art practice. Doesn't have to be Akira, or Simpsons. But mash something up, you'll be amazed how much you can learn from the freedom and limitations of the task.

Bartkira: Page 249

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 20:05:58 -0700

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Continuing the practice project, I chose five pages from Akira Volume 6, and here's the first result.

Bartkira: Page 253

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 20:05:57 -0700

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Continuing the practice project, I chose five pages from Akira Volume 6, and here's the second page attempted.

Bartkira: Page One

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Mon, 08 Apr 2013 14:55:49 -0700

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So there's this thing the internet spawned, "Bartkira". Basically hundreds of artists were each handed five pages from Akira to redo with Simpsons characters. I missed out on joining in, but decided to give it a go anyway. Here's how page 1 went.

Little Red Riding Hoodie

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 11:27:43 -0700

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The Wolf circled slowly around her, secret plans whirling behind his eyes. Red stood her ground, unafraid. “What lovely skin you have,” the Wolf said, licking its lips.

“Yeah I kind of need a coat, maybe something with a hood. I like your red fur.”

“What tiny hands you have.” the Wolf continued, sounding a bit confused.

“Oh I know! My hands are so small I had to get this dagger specially made.”

“What, uh, what green eyes you h-”

“Look, can we just get on with this? I’m freezing my ass off out here and Gramma’s wolf stew isn’t going to make itself.”

Double Feature: Kill Bill vs Karate Kid

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 22:36:42 -0700

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Kiddo: C’mon kid, are you serious? I have a sword. You see that right? Sword?

Kid: …...

Kiddo: Look just, just stop doing that. Put your foot down. I’m not here to fight you. Ok seriously, put your foot down, what is that even supposed to be?

Kid: It’s karate!

Kiddo: No, it’s really not.

Kid: So if you’re not here to fight me, what do you want?

Kiddo: I’ve got some good news and some bad news for you. Good news is, I found your long lost father. Bad news is, I need your help to kill him. We have to Kill Bill.

Kid: …...

Kiddo: Wow, up with the leg again.

Just Another [REDACTED] in Vegas

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 11:41:26 -0700

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Then there was that time in Vegas, preparing for [REDACTED]. We met the [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] for drinks in the penthouse, standing on the furniture for no particular reason. But before [REDACTED] we were in the middle of [REDACTED] again, running from [REDACTED]. We were forced to [REDACTED] an ancient [REDACTED] to buy back our [REDACTED], who was being [REDACTED] by male [REDACTED] in a secret [REDACTED] behind Circus Circus.

it didn’t get really [REDACTED] until we [REDACTED] [REDACTED] the chamber for [REDACTED], releasing [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] upon the world. But then [REDACTED] [REDACTED] dawn approached, we had to catch our flights, and everything [REDACTED] to normal.

Double Feature: The Omen vs Jaws

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 12:37:15 -0800

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“You’re going to need a bigger kid,” the Amity sheriff said, watching Damien play with the deputy’s german shepherd.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” the Pentagon suit replied. “You may want to keep him away from the dog, though.”

“So what are you going to do,” the sheriff asked. “We don’t even know how to find this shark.”

“We just drop him in the water,” the suit replied. “He takes care of it.”

“Just like that?”

“Yep. Worked for Syria, “ the suit said, a tremble catching in his voice. “Ok Damien, you’re up. Get your water wings on, you’re going swimming.” The suit guided him to the helicopter, noticeably staying out of reach. Damien smiled.

Back on the dock, the deputy searched for his dog.

Sketchy Vegas Memories

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 19:18:05 -0800

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No story with this one. I mean there is, just not something I can share, or entirely recollect. As it should be.

Legend of League Legless

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Thu, 14 Feb 2013 14:10:24 -0800

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It was a terrible journey to the ancient caves, made inconvenient by their collective lack of limbs. But that is where the journal said to go, so they went. Their mistake of course was trusting the writings of a madman, or more properly expecting that madmen must be mistaken.

The cap stones were there, the massive levers and pulleys, all scratched and etched with ancient warnings in every language, known and unknown. But fortune favours the foolish, or so they told themselves, thus they pushed and pulled and turned and twisted, until they felt the tell-tale tremors.

They unleashed the unknowable upon the world, and knew it was their cataclysm to correct.

And they didn’t have long, since supper was at six.

Magneto Bullet Theory

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Thu, 07 Feb 2013 13:49:11 -0800

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Published in the late 1960s through the mid 1970s, “mutant conspiracy comics” became highly collectible in later decades. At the time, it wasn’t yet mainstream to be distrustful of mutants, they were just groups of kids in tights running around fighting each other. But for some underground artists and writers, mutants had their hands in every significant historical event of the period. Cuban missile crisis, Kennedy assassinations, Watergate, even the cancellation of long running television series were the fault of secret mutant machinations.

With paranoia and distrust of mutants unfortunately at an all-time high, perhaps there are lessons to be learned from the wild conspiracies of the past.

(Collection on loan from the Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters)

Anger Managed

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 14:32:57 -0800

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They stole our children, took our babies in the night, and laughed at us.

These animals, these pigs, they all deserve to die. For taking our children they will be crushed and dismembered and beaten until dead. No one will help us, we seek revenge alone. We are destruction and rage, we are death.

This game rated E for Everyone.

Space Zombie Protocol

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Fri, 21 Dec 2012 12:00:05 -0800

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So, you're in orbit. The zombie plague has been in full effect down below for months. You've got rations and air for 18 months, a good crew, a viable plan to get the self-sustaining moon station up and running within a year. Then your proximity beacon goes off, and you see a capsule heading your way. You hail it, nothing but static, or a mix of static and low grunts. What do you do?

A. Shoot them down.
B. Allow them to dock, use robot probe to check for life signs, leaving airlock door open.
C. Enter capsule, say repeatedly, "Hello? Is anyone there?"
D. After suffering attack from zombie astronaut, allow him to run away, and hide serious bite wound from your fellow crew.

The correct answer is "A: Shoot them down." Those of you who answered anything other than "A", pick up your gear, you're scrubbed. It's not rocket science, people. Not the hard kind, anyway.

The Last of Them

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 18:53:24 -0800

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Moby Dick vs Life Aquatic

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Fri, 16 Nov 2012 17:12:42 -0800

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In the Land of Terrible Dreams

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 12:02:28 -0800

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Nemo had a dreadful sense that this dream was different. Instead of a gently surreal journey to Slumberland, he saw something he feared was of his own future, and it frightened him terribly. He encountered a seascape of adventure to be sure, but also great destruction, tragedy and death.

Then he awoke, as he always did. But this time there would be no consoling him, no escape from the haunting visions. Nemo refused to sleep after that night, throwing his mother and father into a panic, sending for this doctor and that. After many days of decline, they feared he would perish of this mysterious affliction. They may have been right, except for that first fateful pre-dawn day of Autumn, when the knock at the door came.

And the only person awake in the house to answer, was Nemo.

Sesame Street

nobody@flickr.com (The Searcher) — Thu, 15 Nov 2012 14:00:45 -0800

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