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Toy Bonnie the cute rockstar bunny
2 years ago
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Game news!
Haha, I lie. I'm not ready to show you more Eclipse. I'm not ready to show you any Corridors of Wrath, either - yes, another game I have just been inspired to create. Completing one game before starting up another is for clearly for the incompetent. Oh alright, I'll let you puzzle over this pointless tidbit, just to irritate you.
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
A Giraffe Riding A Motorcycle
That is all.*
*Disclaimer: I don't really know how to draw a motorcycle or what one looks like. Use your imagination to make it look less like a regurgitated dinner.
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*Disclaimer: I don't really know how to draw a motorcycle or what one looks like. Use your imagination to make it look less like a regurgitated dinner.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Happy Frends #11
Give me a shout out if you read this (as in, the comics), either at the site or the blog. Just out of curiosity.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Some more Damien Drake
But only a little.
A story in many parts by the Safeer
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(continued from last paragraph)...The thing quickly regained its composure, and eyed me levelly. It didn't seem offended, which was a good sign.
'You are... the human? My sources... Damien Drake, am I correct?' gentle and unassuming, the voice seemed feminine in nature, but I still couldn't be certain about its gender. He, she, it, for want of a better way to describe them, looked like a deformed emu wearing a coat. In place of feathers, thick golden-brown fur covered the entire length of its body. Fingers like large, delicate needles protruded from its equally long and slender arms, rather than wings, and in place of a beak, long, rubbery lips, no doubt hiding needle-thin teeth. Perhaps it wasn't much like an emu. My mind and I got re-acquainted and by then I was pretty damn certain: this was a Kemorhan.
'Yeah. I help people. Finding things. Finding other people. I assume your sources already told you that, though. So, what the hell is a Kemorhan doing in the galaxy's greatest landfill?' Kemorhans were a pretty high class people. Pacifists, sure, but sharp as a scythe, the frontiersman of peacekeeping technologies. And they weren't generally the dirty types, by nature. There were exceptions: take off a Kemorhan's 'head', and all you'd be doing is taking out an auxiliary brain. You wouldn't have time to find out where to really hit them: their survival instincts kick into overdrive and you'd be a new layer of carpet before you had a chance to find out.
'Something – something terrible has happened to me. The law here, they can not help me – and my own people have abandoned me. They said that you were useful.' Cold way of putting it, but it was true. 'Mr Drake – you must help me. Payment will not be an obstacle. Please, just – accept my offer and come with me, I can say no more unless you agree to that.' I rubbed at my forehead with my fingers. She – 'cause I just couldn't shake off that air of femininity about it – sounded genuine. And I could definitely use the cash. But something itched at my scalp, not painful but merely irritating. Something was definitely odd here. Something obvious, but out of reach. I was still groggy from my placidity. What was I missing?
'You are... the human? My sources... Damien Drake, am I correct?' gentle and unassuming, the voice seemed feminine in nature, but I still couldn't be certain about its gender. He, she, it, for want of a better way to describe them, looked like a deformed emu wearing a coat. In place of feathers, thick golden-brown fur covered the entire length of its body. Fingers like large, delicate needles protruded from its equally long and slender arms, rather than wings, and in place of a beak, long, rubbery lips, no doubt hiding needle-thin teeth. Perhaps it wasn't much like an emu. My mind and I got re-acquainted and by then I was pretty damn certain: this was a Kemorhan.
'Yeah. I help people. Finding things. Finding other people. I assume your sources already told you that, though. So, what the hell is a Kemorhan doing in the galaxy's greatest landfill?' Kemorhans were a pretty high class people. Pacifists, sure, but sharp as a scythe, the frontiersman of peacekeeping technologies. And they weren't generally the dirty types, by nature. There were exceptions: take off a Kemorhan's 'head', and all you'd be doing is taking out an auxiliary brain. You wouldn't have time to find out where to really hit them: their survival instincts kick into overdrive and you'd be a new layer of carpet before you had a chance to find out.
'Something – something terrible has happened to me. The law here, they can not help me – and my own people have abandoned me. They said that you were useful.' Cold way of putting it, but it was true. 'Mr Drake – you must help me. Payment will not be an obstacle. Please, just – accept my offer and come with me, I can say no more unless you agree to that.' I rubbed at my forehead with my fingers. She – 'cause I just couldn't shake off that air of femininity about it – sounded genuine. And I could definitely use the cash. But something itched at my scalp, not painful but merely irritating. Something was definitely odd here. Something obvious, but out of reach. I was still groggy from my placidity. What was I missing?
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Happy Frends #9
My comic has degenerated into sandwich jokes. On the plus side, I'm pretty sure I just invented the cliche 'sandwich jokes'.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Damien Drake - Private Investigator
A story in many parts by the Safeer
My eyes wandered listlessly over the minutiae of life thrumming across my vision. My mind was drifting again. A finger traced across groove across the dust covered desk behind me, a path to nowhere in particular. As always, the past resurfaced, like an ugly corpse torn from the weight that tied it down. An unwanted memory flashed, bobbed, sunk again, only to be replaced by one more gruesome. Introspection, an ugly habit. Work was scarce, my proverbial wallet emptier than a Pusher's soul, no cash even for the cheap booze that was my fuel. I was settling in for another day of boredom and self-pity when three sharp knocks broke me out of my comfortable stupor.
I turned away from the window and turned my attention to the door. A tiny head atop a slender neck poked through the door, inspecting my claustrophobic little hole I call the office. The rest of the creature followed, cautious, probing. Damn. An Outie. This could be just what I needed.
'Can I help you?' Not leaving the table, I extend my right 'arm' to the stranger. He, she, it, stiffens at the long, sinuous tentacle that passes for a greeting, visibly unnerved. I smile inwardly. Sure, I needed the job, but I always got a perverse little kick outta that part.
(Continued soon)
I turned away from the window and turned my attention to the door. A tiny head atop a slender neck poked through the door, inspecting my claustrophobic little hole I call the office. The rest of the creature followed, cautious, probing. Damn. An Outie. This could be just what I needed.
'Can I help you?' Not leaving the table, I extend my right 'arm' to the stranger. He, she, it, stiffens at the long, sinuous tentacle that passes for a greeting, visibly unnerved. I smile inwardly. Sure, I needed the job, but I always got a perverse little kick outta that part.
(Continued soon)
Yep, I'm trying to write prose of sorts. You don't have much to go off yet here, but comment away.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Happy Frends Has Moved
It looks prettier over there, so yes. Go bookmark it. All of you. ESPECIALLY you. If you don't, I totally won't be your friend anymore. Or don't, cause I'll probably still update here every time I post a comic. But do it anyways. What if I forget? You could be missing out, stupid! YOU'D REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Eclipse, eh
Haven't touched it in a while due to general business (as in, being busy, not making some sort of money). I'll get back on it soon, and hopefully have some significant, uh, stuffs. Nothing much changed since the last time I posted it up, but what the hell, here it is again: http://www.mediafire.com/file/ijmmq1ndjig/BOXES.exe
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