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How's your comic going anon? You have a comic right? Who else is going to save comics?


I am.


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>go to bed

>cant sleep

>make up a bunch of stories in my head

>some of which i think they are funny

>mfw havent written any of them down

>not even as a short stories thingy


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>How's your comic going anon?


>You have a comic right?

I have one that I currently work on. It's just a practice for other books, and it also serves as a petri dish for ideas and a place to get retarded humor, wacky stories, and fetishes out of my system.

Other than that I have five different book ideas, with settingx mostly fleshed out and stories being half-way planned.

>Who else is going to save comics?

(You), faggots.


Write it down, faggot. There is nothing more frustrating than knowing that you came up with something good and then forgetting it.


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For well over two years, I've been coasting on a ton of ideas, but this the year I have decided to try to make some of them concrete. I've been focusing on two at the moment, a comic and a tv show.

The comic mixes noir and Tarantino-esqe elements with anime and cheesy comic book bullshit while the show idea involves three assholes wrecking havoc trying to get society to accept them.



I've got a half-baked idea about a Minecraft Survival comic with Lore and a story arc, and it was better than every other kid's on the block, because Thaumcraft was Canon in it.

Honestly, it's been years since I thought about that thing, way back at the beginning of High School. I'm cringing at the character archetypes I came up with. The Girl love interest was a badass with red hair! The entire thing was a pile of cliches blended with "jokes" based around Steve being a walking panic attack and normal Minecraft Shit happening to him, resulting in screaming, running, and physical comedy.


I don't have much, but a short Cuphead Noir comic titled Cuphead by Gaslight would be worth bank in recognition right now, and guarantee focus on whatever project you're currently working on. Even more so if it's actually good.


I don't have much, but a short Cuphead Noir comic titled Cuphead by Gaslight would be worth bank in recognition right now, and guarantee focus on whatever project you're currently working on. Even more so if it's actually good.


I got a bunch of art and writing books for the Volafile, if anyone's interested.




Kill yourself.



Sounds shit. Scrap them both.


I got a fucking idea I've been simmering for years, now.

Trouble is that work and life in general prevents me from practicing my art like I know I should. And I dunno if I can afford to get a decent artist onto it. I know a few, but I don't want to jerk them off with pitiful amounts of money for their time.

I've mentioned it before in another, similar thread. A scifi story about ship full of a battalion of supersoldiers given cyborg bodies that crashes into a city. Story takes place 70 years + after the crash and everyone's dealing with the societal changes and long-term effects, with the cyborgs who remain just wanting to live normal lives.

Of course it's not that simple, so fights, rioting, deformities, cyborg infighting and all sorts of other shit abound.



A webcomic at best, it is easier to publish.


YouTube embed. Click thumbnail to play.

I've got an outline/design document for a JoJo fanPart, although I've been putting off picking up sketching for several months now.

Maybe I'll make that fanPart some day.


Well I wrote a novel, and I'm currently doing the revisions e editing. Since I'm unemployed for now, I hope to get it done by January.


I've been writing a script that is over 200 pages now, less than a 1/4 of the whole plot and been practicing drawfagging, but I'm in a STEM college that is burning all my time.



>How's your comic going anon?

It's not moving at an optimal pace. But I am working on it, at least to the best of my ability. Right now I ran out of paper! I can still just ink and do other things.

>You have a comic right?

What else would I be doing to escape hell world? Video game is for gay who can't draw. The comic is about a dead guy who can't get a break. He hasn't even been allowed to sleep in 8 years.

>Who else is going to save comics?

Comics can't be saved until people give up cape genre and make stories about other genre. I just draw gookcomics, which no one really reads. But I like it so i'm having fun right now.



To be fair, I was 14 at the time.


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>Car Seat Headrest

At least post good indie like Pavement or The Stone Roses, you fucking pleb.



I-it ties into the fanPart.


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Oh yes, I've been slowly working on a universe/story concept for a little over two years now. Have the world mostly built, and I'm working on the first part of the story now. Unfortunately, college keeps kicking my ass up and down the street every day, working while trying to get an education makes pursuing creative outlets fucking impossible.

It's a fantasy set in a pseudo renaissance era with parallels to our own world and cultures. There are swordfights, flintlocks, magic spells and anthropomorphic characters galore.

Still not sure what I'm going to do with it when I'm done. Obviously, adapting it into a comic would yield more profits, since my writefagging isn't the best, and furries can't read, so there goes a huge portion of my guaranteed audience but I don't have the funds to procure an artist on commission and they'd have to be willing to put up with my desire for almost complete control over the property. As of right now, an internet release, like a light novel, is probably where I'm heading.


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>all these idea guys

comics are doomed



It's going slowly. I just finished my finals for the semester so I'm gonna be working on the storyboards while I'm visiting family.

I have a couple ideas one idea I think is gonna be a good one to work on as I grow as an artist and a big comic I want to do once I'm a little bit better, but I've been thumbnailing both and doing concept art/ studying art as well. I don't know if it'll change comics but I hope it might make a dent in it at least.


I have many ideas.

All I know is that as soon as I finish this semester I'm gonna suck >>>/loomis/ cock until I get at least a level 3 mastery


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It ain't just ideas; writing is actually being done and art is being practiced.

Just, other life factors tend to take up much of my schedule.

For the story outlined in >>949071 I did get an artist pal of mine to give me his own particular take on my OC based off sketches provided.

So, here it is:

(I still need to catch baggyfag and get him to do some work, too)



Very very slowly since I’m constantly adding/removing ideas to my drafts. I’m also occasionally worried about how others may view it so there are times I’m filled with a lot of doubt. I haven’t really shared it with any of my real life friends or family because they aren’t interested, so I mostly keep it to myself. On the plus side I’m really enjoying drawing it by myself too despite the fact that it shows I lack anatomy and perspective.

I don’t think I’d be one the heroes to save your comics, but I’d at least like to finish the story before I die since I live in a kinda shitty area.


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Not exactly /co/ but I decided to JUST do it and run a quest thread over on /quests/. I'm finding it a good learning/practice experience to start getting into more narrative telling without having to wait forever agonizing and forever second guessing.

Not many people see it though and the art isn't amazing but that's fine by me right now. Part of the point is that I'm actually doing it instead of "eventually doing it".



Sometimes, I like to write it down ideas or dialogues in loose comic form, but it doesn't go further than that desire to communicate a small thought in a graphical medium.

One of these days I'll probably upgrade and make something with a real story. I know some drawfags friends who are actually making full-on comics with scarily thought-out stories and lore and settings and whatnot, it's really inspiring.


There should be a comic called Ultraman, about that Chad meme.


I used to make these really shitty MS Paint comics making fun of other shitty comics in LOL threads on /v/. I used a literal strawman and a dick head as my characters, they were called Sam and John. I've since long forgotten and lost the origina



lost the original 10 comics*

Fuck, I hate phoneposting. But yeah, no longer parodying other people's work. I'm instead working on an one frame per-second animation atm.


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Still working on my President Kaiju comic with an artist. I can't really dive deep into it now since I've got another comic I'm pitching soon. Till we're working on it full time my artist likes to do some pieces of characters fighting or stuff exploring history in the story lore.



That's good to hear. Great idea like that deserves a comic. Art looks pretty good too.

>I can't really dive deep into it now since I've got another comic I'm pitching soon.

How are they going to be released? I am willing to buy it as long as Marvel and DC won't be involved in publishing.


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>President Kaiju

I remember that thread, I'm really glad you are sticking with it.


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President Kaiju I'm most likely gonna make a webcomic but I actually will have an ending planned for it. At most I'd take a year to build up as much content as I can (maybe 5 issues worth) and release issue by issue on a monthly basis. I honestly don't like weekly releases, I feel that works more if you're the artist and writer for your comic.

The other idea that I'm currently working on, I'm pitching it to a smaller publisher mostly because I'll still be retaining rights to the characters at least.


Hey thanks, anon.

Honestly the Kaiju market in comics is pretty bare. It's practically open game for anyone to jump in with something.




>There is nothing more frustrating than knowing that you came up with something good and then forgetting it.

ALWAYS WRITE STUFF DOWN. I can not emphasis this enough. I put down ideas/designs in my sketchbooks over the years that when I look back at them some of them, I realize they are mostly gone from my memory in the present day.

If you try to keep an idea in you head, time will make it eventually break down and "evaporate" piece by piece out of your memory in the future.

I feel like I have finally refined my current sketchbook layout, so here how I layout mine (from western style left to right book use)

>Front half first 5-6 pages, some tutorials info/some blank page for other notes

>After that drawings of things your seen online, practice drawings, figure studies, anatomy. Usual drawing stuff.

>Back of sketchbook, final page. Some motivation quotes, other generic info, reminders.

>Second to last page (and now working right to left) 5 page blank for WRITTEN IDEAS, no drawings. I use a mechanical pencil for this to write small (but always make sure to write neatly so you can read it in future)

>After that add in personal drawings, designs of your original ideas.

>Finally always DATE your work of your drawings, especially if your draw every day. It's nice to look back and see what you did on a moment in time. Heck even write down if something happened that day (attended a birthday, election results, completed a video game that took up your time, job interview or other job related stuff, movie you watched, etc)

>When you have filled the sketchbook enough to your liking to move on to a new one, write down its start date and end date and what number of sketchbook it is (is it your 3th book? 7th? 15th?) to "sign off" its completion before moving onto the the next sketchbook.

Additional notes

>I'm had times where I haven't even filled in all of the first 5-6 pages for tutorials in some sketchbooks. No ones perfect. That stuff does get boring (and might even bore/confuse someone you don't want trying to read it. I still think of this even though my sketchbook has never fallen into anyone's hands for some strange reason which I assume is a perfectly normal reaction).

>The reason for "learning in the left side and your original drawing stuff in the right side" sketchbook layout means that your ideas will be easy to find for future reference compared to them just being mixed together with the other less useful practice drawings, saving your future self time which I'm experienced.

>The above could also lower the risk of someone grabbing your sketchbook and being more distracted by other drawings (like nude figure drawings) before seeing you own original stuff at the back.

>Optional: When doing the date, write down the day of week. Gives a clear indication of what days of the week you draw most.

>I don't date my written ideas at the back, never really thought about why I don't do that. Probably saves that little bit of space/pencil lead.


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I wanna redraw this shit I made with an office pen completely but using a marker instead.

Supposed to be a Shonen manga style action comic where the characters have tons of lore, but the main story is simple.

I'm basically remaking all the comics I drew as a kid and it's meant to be my final drawing project. Only scripted the prologue that sends the characters on their journey by now and I'd be happy if I'd at least get that one done.



I remember you posting these like a year ago it feels like. I think they're a pretty great start to something.



Make sure to post once you have something you'd want to present, I think alot here would like to see where you're going with this.


Dang this looks pretty clean and well put together. The styling is nice too even if simplistic. Guessing you planned it out pretty well.


Any way we could possibly see a thumbnail or two? I like seeing what people are working on, and maybe presenting it will help you in some way?


I've posted some sketches here before but currently the comic is at a standstill while I'm sorting life stuff out and because I want to redo the sketches that were already done into something that doesn't feel like shower thoughts.



I make them up on the spot, but then I messed up at one point due to my improvising and decided to plan ahead. Maybe too much.


Haha nice that someone saw it.

Should I even draw with thicker lines or just keep it up like this?!


Considering I can't draw, *or* seem to persuade someone to do it for me regardless of how much I'm willing to pay?

It's not, basically. None of them.

Short story book is out, though. Working on the second as we speak.


>How’s the comic going

Aight. Still storyboarding and a few shit concept drawings

>You do has comix, rite?

Getting there…

>who’s going to save comics

Probably some waifufag



Developing surprisingly fast. Was having a brainstorm session with an artist friend who's been trying to decide on a project to really make a grab for patreonbux, didn't expect anything to come of it but he's really running with an idea I threw out. We're still fleshing out basic character/setting/plot structure stuff but it's looking way more likely to actually turn into something than any of the other projects we've bullshitted about

it's gonna be weebshit though


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good luck,

at least try to avoid some of the worse tropes or pitfalls anon.


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Indeed I have.



Every single day I make damn sure to work on mine, and there's just so much packed into it that I'm positively bursting at the seams to tell you about it.

And when I'm not actively working on it, I'm researching what I can in order to improve. Everything from catching up on the Manga I've wanted to (One Piece, MOB, Totsukuni no Shoujo, etc), and the comics I've neglected for so long (DC New Frontier, Don Rosa's The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck, eventually this one Moon Knight run, etc), digesting as much source material as I possibly can in order to continually deliver the best possible comic.

Every single detail, every single line, every single story point, I spend whatever hours I can find amidst this busy life combing over, in order to continue the fervor of this project, (much to the dismay of my friends who've wound up stuck as my editors.) There's a definite ending we're moving towards, and it's in one of the pages I've included, but how long it takes to get there and what it entails? Well that much we've gotta take our time for.

And yes I say "we" because anyone who reads this is a participant in "EGWT" as a whole. Because above all else, I put in all this work so that others are able to enjoy it as much as I do making it. Besides, I've got a few topics for videos in the works, anyway. So the more extraneous, background, details, will be delegated to that.


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not very well



I beg to differ, friend, this looks interesting as fuck already.

Tell me, what is this character?



one of many main characters in the story ive got that ultimately get fucked over by a trickster god, ive got a long, elaborate lore going on, but in the end, i just wanna draw more



I remember seeing you post about this on /a/. I'm glad to hear it's still coming along.


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as for the actual work ive done, its only coming up with new characters, places, little cults, minor lore building shit



it's going alright. challenging to come up with funny jokes every week. I'm happy just doing funny stuff, but people want red pills too.

getting a fan base is another challenge, it's been slow and steady


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Powering thru the grind. I will get there..




Well then don't fret. You clearly already have a good work ethic, all you need to do is figure out what's holding you back, and you'll get this thing going on no time.

I hope you do, as well, the way you're combining more realistic art, with stylized symbolism, is really fucking cool.


Oh there's no need for concern of me finishing this, my entire life is structured around it. I'll only stop when I die.


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I've been practicing my art skills for some time, hoping that i'll be coolio one day. Maybe that day won't be too far away



I like these designs.


Reviving the thread to say:

Doing research sucks balls



I love doing research. I wish I could get paid just to research stuff.


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it's doing alright

except it should have ended years ago



You mind providing something for the x-mas card thread? >>953688


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Since I am in a good mood I might as well just post some of my concepts


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>TFW have been toying with an idea for years

>Basically have the basics all figured out

>Lack the drive to do it

>Don't want to tell anyone for fear of someone else executing it and being successful.

I'm in eternal stasis with shitty drawing skills to show for it.



Nah, i'm not good enough for it.


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Going good


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Fine. I practice my art with /Loomis/ and the /co/ threads while also writing my shit.

I know Final Draft is meme software but couldn't find a Fade In rip.



>Basically have the basics all figured out

Ah have we all been there… Do you have plot? Because once you figure that out this shit is really gonna take off.



How is Final Draft anyway? I will begin doing my first version of my novel (wrote the manuscript by hand) and I was just thinking on using Word or Writer. Does it do anything interesting?



>Word or Writer. Does it do anything interesting?

Word and writer are pretty much all you need. The only issue I have is that I'm studying and have to constantly change back to APA 6th format for my projects besides since I'm already stealing this shit there really isn't much to lose and already comes with automatic commands so the work is extra fast.


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But also has some gimmicks that well used can prove themselves useful.



Yeah basically. It's nothing too complex but the thing is tying all the ideas together in a way that doesn't sound like pretentious horseshit.



This is good. Do you know how it ends? Also, have you written anything before?




The "downtrodden slums kid" wakes up after being comatose for a year by a fly (a callback to the bugs that would swarm around him when he lived in the slums, before getting adopted and becoming a temporary big-shot) landing on his face and him swatting himself with his augmented arm. He wakes up to find the city he despised, then served, changed drastically. Gone are the freedom fighters he had known and then betrayed and instead the same megacorp had fully taken over, with the two main freedom fighters as the new figureheads and power couple. This pisses him right off and he storms out of the hospital to confront him. Him and the Husband, now full of the city-manufactured augments, clash before the Wife (who was his former love interest) joins in. At one point he calls out the Husband about his hypocricy, at which point he says that it's not his problem anymore. The Kid manages to turn the city against them by replaying that footage back for everyone to hear, and strikes a decisive blow to both them and their reputations.

Flash forward a few months later and things have died down. The Husband and Wife are still in power but public opinion is a bit sketchy for obvious PR reason. The Wife hears a knock and goes to investigate. At this point in the story both her and the husband are so full of augments they're more machine than human and so a lot of what she was is suppressed. She finds a disc slipped under her door. The footage on the disc, of a new group of freedom fighters giving near-identical testimonies that are spliced in a way that stirs up her tech-savvy nature enough to check for embedded files. what she finds is her "old self's" journal, and the memories come flooding back. The kid enters, cautious, and tries to lead her away to safety, but during her conversion she's gotten safeguards installed. She realizes that she's just going to get suppressed again, and urges him to leave. The freakout alerts the others, but the kid's already gone, stalking down the alleyways in a way similar to how he did when the story started, but instead of being alone, he's followed by his own crew now.

I haven't written anything but bad fanfiction and it clearly shows



Looks interesting… Freedom Fighters? Really? I hope you change that name in the future.

Anyway, If I can offer some advice, here some:

>Plot and theme:

Though it is important what the story is supposed to be about, theme-wise, it is not wise to focus on that in the very beginning. In the early stages, one should focus on the plot first. It becomes much easier to tackle a certain theme once you have a solid ground to work on. Many followers of the Stephen King School of Writing say that plotting, and its techniques, is bad for you, so is keeping notebooks. These people are also full of shit. Especially if you are an amateur, having a solid grasp on your writing and be able to continuously exercise it is a good thing. don't be ashamed of it, especially if it's utter crap.


I'm >>954534 and I accomplished some steps in writing my book. One of the most effective one was outlining my story. Just write the scenes you want in it in topic fashion: guy wakes up without memory in the middle of the forest // guy walks through the forest // guy finds a town. There's no need for you to get into too much detail in every scene, just the broad strokes. If you are in doubt about two scenes, write both. Got stuck? just move on. You will be surprised in how many times I found answers to questions I couldn't even answer just by reaching the later acts of the story. As I said early, don't be afraid of writing shit, you will cut stuff up and change in later stages, but got have SOMETHING to begin with.


After you develop your skeleton, now you put some muscles in it: Now it's the part where you develop some of the scenes you outlined. I would assume that, by the outline, you got a much bigger grasp on how the scenes connect, so you approach as such. You probably know that guy in the forest lost his memory by now, but not the audience. Throw some curve balls, setup a twist, have him encounter some characters or something. When I wrote the manuscript, two things concerned me: Description and characters. I wrote a fuckton of dialog, lots of descriptions, I shove exposition up the wazoo and developed some weird backstory for everything. Some of it weren't even used. But that's the reason you write to begin with. This is the time for you to discover your place and your characters. "B-but I know everything dude, I got it allll in my head!" No you don't, trust me. I said the same thing to myself when I started writing and the whole thing became something completely different when it was over.

Manuscript is the most important part: it is very demanding and the most fun. It will take a certain discipline. Ian Fleming always said that fallowing a strict routine is very important, as it keeps you from abandoning the project when you feel moody, he also would never make corrections or look back at what he wrote, as it would steal his motivation. I can relate to that, many times I would slog my way out writing the worst pieces possible and thinking "this is awful! nobody will like this!" after a while, I get into it and let it ride. It should be nice to have a minimum and a maximum amount of pages or words to write so even if you're feeling the best you can say "well I wrote this much so I can call it a day". I wrote my book in 2-to-6 pages system (i wrote everything by hand, take "page" as a sheet of notebook paper, front and back) and I finished in a month.

>Revision / editing / research

This is, I think, when things go from long and fun to short and boring. You reread everything you did, every mistake, every fail, every scene you hated and reflect on the one you re gonna have to write instead. Keep you not book to make pointers, see what is consistent and what isn't, see you're gonna have to search on. Keep asking why this characters asked this or did that and don't be afraid to use lumicolor on everything. Theme should be concern at this point, but you can use what you learned on the manuscript on your favor, now you have all the pieces of the jigsaw, you just have to solve it.

I have to delete a full early chapter in my book because the tone just didn't match, and have to full chapter to connect two scenes. Some changes have in style as well, LOTS of exposition will have to merged with dialog or expunged. Since my novel is set in a specific date, I had to look up a calender in centuries in advance to make sure was working out and had to make a timeline of events to see if everything matched. I also had to look up 1800's fashion and architecture and how geothermal energy works to my surprise, it uses water, so I had to rethink THE WHOLE FUCKING PREMISE OF THE DAMNED THING!

From then on I will type my first draft, based on the things I did previously and no, I have no idea how it's gonna be like.

>inb4 something something Charles Dickens


Anyone got tips for comic panels aside from bland, basic 4 strip comics?


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tryin to come up with some minor characters



I actually made a post about this, of similar structure to the Anon above you's


But if you want the TL;DR? How I personally do it is:

>Manga template

>3 rows

>scale panels sizes, to significance of event

That ignores the other stuff going into it, like, you need a good script to begin with, when to cut what, to leave room for the speech bubbles, etc.

Read Scott McCloud's Making Comics, for a way better breakdown than I'd be able to give.



I've got an idea

what if there was a comic book about a "superhero" who had the power to do just about ANYTHING

…but only if he thinks that it'd be funny

there could be a slew of villains that he fights who don't work together; one of them could be The Trendmaster; who has the power so start trends

that villain could make young people do crazy and even lethally dangerous things, AND make it "hip and trendy", but nobody but the villain ever ends up realizing whats going on until it gets out of hand



also it wouldnt be a serious comic


>what if there was a comic book about a "superhero" who had the power to do just about ANYTHING …but only if he thinks that it'd be funny

you plagiarist!




hm, didnt know that existed

well, now i know


Got the outline of each issue complete. Starting on Issue one. Did a few thumbnails for a couple of pages. And working on map of countries. Doing a back story for certain characters white bull beating a group of black bulls and working on improving my art style for the book.

Plus trying to set up for a small con, while hoping on getting an artist alley space for a big con.

So yeah, planning is going well. And execution is in the process.



>Hey anon, why don't you just, like, make a comic?

>You know, just write, draw and publish it all on your own

>In a dying and overpopulated medium


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Quickly doodled my comic characters for the first time in a while but nobody knows who they are because I haven't shown anything else.

Maybe this year…



the short one is my least favorite because she's wearing clothes.



You must be over the age of 25 to use this board. How the fuck can you not know Who Framed Roger Rabbit?


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Another pin-up, this time of the goat demon Kaiju named Hectakaiizer. I think soon we're gonna try some pages.



>Goat Demon

>No large revealing member shown proudly

That's like- the most fucking mandatory thing when to this kind of shit.

Unless it's a Giant snake, or hilariously, a Snake Girl


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>tfw I debated on that but ultimately decided not to

Its probably because I felt it was sexualizing him to a degree when I wanted him to be more terrifying or disturbing. Doesn't matter much since Hecta is more of a side character. Besides I'll depend on fans to draw a big flopping dick on him if they want to.

Big Mama here, a more important character, I had a similar mental debate on whether to give her breasts or a more defined chest area. Its because she's a kaiju who was more widely feared back in the day, eventually settled down with another kaiju and had two kids. Its noted by other kaiju that she used to be slimmer and got somewhat fat after more or less 'retiring'


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I'm working on a joke project involving Xavier Renegade angel and a certain /a/ series that also has angels, but trying to learn how to write something xavier would say is harder than I thought



well, believe it or not, I'd actually posted that before I clicked on the link, expecting very, very much to see a superhero of the relevant description

then I saw that movie clip and wasn't really how I should respond further, if at all; I have seen the film, by the way

I guess that toons would sorta fit the bill, but they aren't really superheroes, nor is such power one-of-a-kind within that fiction

I'm almost 24


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Marvel's Slapstick



The original issues were pretty good. Didn't know they'd rebooted the character since then, outside of rare cameos. How'd it turn out?



You probably wouldn't like the other two either once I actually get to drawing.

The centre wears a bikini all the time, but she's an assassin, and will regularly be covered in blood. The puffy haired one is in a symbiotic and romantic relationship with a brain eating parasite.



Why did you make me search this


The guy made a whole wiki for himself and is still updating.




Is this like Bleedman?


I have some trouble writing my plot, the actual writing goes at a good speed once it starts but there's a lot of planning behind every issue so I can write 20 pages in three days then take 2-4 weeks before starting again.

And I have some issues with the long-term plans, for example my plot conveys a general style that works and of course I have my characters with their own personalities and struggles, the first half of my plot has the characters just learning to move around the setting (with several tests of character in the road) and as we near the climax their own personal issues begin to ramp up with one of these characters being closely related to the DEEP LORE.

But starting on the second half the personal issues pretty much swallow the whole plot and much of the original style is lost., don't get me wrong, is not any "Bitches in coffee shops" crap, there's plenty of action and movement just from the characters alone and rather than swallowing the plot the general style has been almost entirely consumed in the first half's climax leaving the yet to be resolved personal struggles go on.

Much of the original style was achieved by leaving the character backstories as something that was only mentioned when necessary making the story feel episodic in a good way, but by the end of this first half these backstories have been explored and left on the road of character development and ignoring them in favor of more episodic style feels forced but otherwise it seems I'm making a fanfic of my own work sometimes.



How about you start by telling us what you're writing.



Well, I've shown my story around here a couple of times but the difference is that before, like 9 months ago the last time, it was escapism fiction to avoid face the fact that I was a NEET thus I shilled it beyond trolling, but I got into college ever since in which I'm getting good grades and my self-esteem got through the roof so I'm putting hard work into this and drawing lessons.


Space Cadets and Super Soldiers vs Rebels

WARNING: AUTISM, this is all I have writen which rounds up to 300 pages, but I have the rest of the series already planned, if this is not what you wanted to see, tell me.


Individual scripts are around 22 pages long

The story begins when a new generation of recruits bear with it for a second are selected for the spaceship Terminal Velocity as part of the Sidereal branch of the army, we have four main characters and three secondary but major characters: Emerick, Michelle, Maria and Linda (privates, Fireteam Red Lightning part of the Red Squad), also, Ramsey, Bo-Os and Blacklake (commissioned officers) and a recurrent Acasius (Sergeant assigned to the Red Squad).

The basic setting is that there's a rebellion against the government.

>In the first script (60 pages, a long one) we learn their basic personalities and they have to go through their first antagonist who they beat and kill. Who kills him? The meek and rather shy Linda, with the help of the rest of the characters but Maria and Bo-Os who were solving their own Plot-B problem which is also action packed but it breaks from the monotony and fills in time, well this is a pretty basic issue but its just the introduction.

>Then we have some semi-filler individual scripts (68 pages) were we get exposed to the characters a bit more and finally Maria has a script on her own, she is the more leveled private character and since she doesn't call attention to her in particular, she can use these pages.

>The next one is a long one (>80 pages, a multi-parter), the team gets sent to fix the drug traffic in an orbital city on Mars atmosphere, originally it was just a fun script, military vs drug cartel, but it has turned into a reflection on the struggles of cops in crime-riddled cities as the military force of two whole spaceships have to replace the police force since this is being investigated for corruption, at the same time we look at problems with drug addiction, collusion, and nepotism. Linda, Michelle, Blacklake and Ramsey get a lot of protagonism, the officers for the political themes, sensitive Linda is hit hard by this one and we learn Michelle's backstory of how she escaped home at the age of 12, is a middle school dropout and lived in shelters until she enlisted.

>We have a fun filler of dumb action with Michelle, Maria, and Ramsey while Linda and Emerick interact a little more.

>Mala, in this script the team is task to "retrieve" a prostitute who is known as the "girlfriend" of the leader of the rebellion, loyal to him at first, she refuses to give any information and she's "rescued" by rebel soldiers, but at the last minute said leader has decided she's a liability and orders to execute her, the team manage to rescue her back but at the end she is killed before giving any info by an unknown hitman hired as a plan b, in the process Linda is gravely injured and hospitalized.

>The next long script (60 pages) features the first DEEP LORE heavy one. Ramsey decides to take Michelle with him on a mission, and since Linda is hospitalized the team is allowed a break. Emerick goes to pay a visit to the orphanage he was raised in by nuns where he meets a childhood friend and we learn his backstory of how he had a rebellious phase during teenage which spiraled unto the death of a friend which set him straight into the army as atonement but another friend became a hitman also shocked from the events and reveals there's a bounty on Michelle's head. Maria becomes close to Bo-Os, cold snarky Lieutenant and leader of engineering maintenance, due to her ability with tools and electronics. Linda faces a world of nightmares and trauma from the past months meanwhile in a coma which breaks her soft side. Ramsey and Michelle fight a mutant created by eugenics and Ramsey reveals the deep lore, long in the past, genetic manipulation was common to create super soldiers which eventually fell into a cold war in between every government who had access to the tech, the created individuals were eventually hunted, Ramsey is himself a "Child of the Moon" and far older than he looks like, Moon labs being a defunct eugenics lab where he was created and Michelle grandfather was too.






You know you can turn that feature off


Issue 5 of my print "anthology" (everything by me) is now into it's fifth year of production I think I did more work on it in the past few days than all of 2017, mind you

I once started a BL comic as "an excercise in speed drawing", but I drew it in the same style, so it's going at the same speed. I also restarted it, I was going to be a printed book when I finished it, but I might just put it online and update it whenever.

Anyway, I've been thinking of doing something I actually can draw quickly. My anatomy, expressions and scene composition are all shit, so I'm thinking of doing something in the style of Tezuka and other immediate postwar manga (only with more text and explanations, like British adventure strips of the same era), just 3-4 panels a page, mostly just featuring the characters and minimal backgrounds, with the aim of a page a day (I've been doing some similarly simplistic illustrations for my job, and can finish a page of eight in a few hours, so it's not totally out of the question). Only problem is, I don't know what I should draw, I have plenty of idea for long stories, but I want to do all of them "properly". I've been thinking of either a minimally-powered costumed vigilante (like The Phantom or The Shadow), or spy-fi. I can't imagine spy-fi that's not set in the WW1 to Cold War period, though, and there's been quite enough already.


i would like to know how you guys practice writing and grammar, also what programs do you use, personal i would like to do comedy but i can draw for shit.



>i would like to know how you guys practice writing and grammar, also what programs do you use, personal i would like to do comedy but i can draw for shit.

First of all, comedy is easy to draw, just learn from those shitty webcomics and make your writing better.

I personally use a crack of Final Draft 10 since it has grammar correction and a thesaurus copy, but is kind of a cluster fuck regarding it's UI, so I normally use Trelby software to write the first draft and then correct the work in, ironically, Final Draft.

If you don't want to use too many programs you could setup Word, or even Notepad to do the trick but if you're anything like me, you lose inspiration pretty fast so you would want to open a program and start writing, my stories have comedy but as a drop in a bucket so I don't have much writing techniques.

As for the grammar, all you have to do is hang out in here long enough for someone to yell at you for your shit grammar and then practice on it. If English isn't your first language, like in my case, just keep at the tip of your tongue those common issues between languages, for example; I'm a taco so in Spanish when I start a sentence in past tense the WHOLE has to be expressed in past tense meanwhile in English only the first word sets the tense of the sentence so instead of writing "I/He didn't did it" like I would in Spanish, I have to remember "I/He didn't do it". Just use it repeatedly until is just natural, If you don't feel good about the way a sentence is expressed then check it out online, also a lot of proofreading.

Also, "I", to mention yourself, is always capital, faggot.



Unless you're Cat Yronwode.



Pretty good,beauty.



So how much of this have you drawn?




Post some of it.



Microsoft Word makes grammar suggestions these days as well as spellchecking.

Apart from that I just read a lot, stuff just starts to look right when it is.

The art just comes with practice, and the practice comes with drawing the damn comic.

That creepy pedo who said "Craft is the enemy" wasn't wrong, even though he is an idiot, and not a very good cartoonist, and probably should be investigated by child services, his quote is constantly taken out of context by the post-modernist feminists running the art scene these days, to mean that people shouldn't train or learn or hone their skills, because learning anatomy and perspective, and even plot and characterisation and story structure is elitist and patriarchal and crypto-fascist and probably Manichean, and art should be events, and grown men and women climbing through orange crates and dancing on butter and pretending to be an acorn growing into an oak tree, and if you disagree you are a literal NAZI SHITLORD, and a part of the CULT OF BEAUTY, you LENI RIEFENSTAHL MOTHERFUCKER, WOMEN ARE DYING TO LOOK LIKE THIS!

Whereas what he really meant is that you should do your training by actually drawing a lot of comics. Which is funny because he never gets any better himself.


Too many ideas. It's kinda hard to focus. I keep doing things halfway and then I get stuck and move on to another idea. Also, I can't really draw and don't have time to practice because I work two jobs. Shit's kinda fucked yo.

I finished a little documentary film I had been working on, so now I'm gonna try to focus on an idea I had a while back. It's pretty much Gothic meets Escape from New York meets Arkham City meets Borderlands meets Mass Effect with a few tiny little Lovecraftian elements. I'm currently trying to write a dossier about the setting (a former prison colony in space which was given up during a revolt), then I'm gonna compile everything into an exposé and try hitting up an artist, I guess.

I still have two other projects on the back burner; one is basically Game of Thrones featuring the Mafia (which I've been working on since 2012, and I'm not really happy with what I've written so far), the other is a screenplay about Norsemen being stranded in the wilderness and then chased by a local orc tribe.



Draw the layouts yourself for the artist. It'll be good practice for you, and an artist will pay more attention to a visual than a script.



Just pick one and go off from there.



They all sound pretty boring, to be honest.


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>looking for shit to read

>search for dragon marries the knight

>because its my fetish

>mfw find pic related

Fuck this shit, I will write my own damn stories, about a qt half dragon girl that uses damsels in distress to bait and rape marry a white knight

I guess it will be a short story. Is not like I can write a whole book about a wife raping having consensual sex with her husband.


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I've been working on a thing for 9 years now. It's actually a collection of smaller stories and 3 big ones all set in the same world within a time space of about 1oo years with plenty characters and events overlapping. Each story has it's own meaning, message and overall mood. The setting is low Fantasy, with magic setting much resembling Avatar in terms of powers and elemental setup (fire, wind, earth, water and the rare combinations)

Right now, I'm working on further developing my art skills since they are still not high enough for my expectations.




>fist pic

they look sad, got happier portraits?



That's really good, anon.


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Female dragons are the purest concentration of vanilla.



Spoiler that shit Anon.


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Thanks. I'm working on making it better. Anything you don't like?


There are happy characters, but I don't tend to draw them since this is also a emotional vent for me…so most of them are running through some kind of difficulty.




>Anything you don't like?

The mouth of the girl in the bottom right corner is fucking huge, that looks a bit strange. Also, with that landscape image, you could do a better job at separating fore- and background, as it is it looks a bit like the characters are giants.

Nothing else comes to mind, you're really good with light and perspective. I'd like to see how you draw movement.




You were the guy posting on /tg/'s drawthread for a while, weren't you? Even if you weren't, your stuff is super good and has lots of appeal and personality. I'd buy your comic.


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Thank you for critique.

I've got nothing new on movement. Only older drawings and few animations.


Yes I was. I'm very, very busy with Academy stuff and I'm barely separating any time to post and interact so I went back to /co/ since the drawthreads and discussion here is much, much slower.



Nice. I really like the style of that 2x2.

Maybe I should go off to /loomis/, pull myself together and start practicing


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pretty good shit, anon. Keep it up.


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I am currently working on a comic about how

god is dying, and he left us a gift on mars which unfortunately the global elites got a hold of it. I have finished about 200 pages so far.


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Here are some samples, in case any one who's interested.


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Are you the artist? You know each post has space for 4 files?

I see many issues with just these 3 examples




Well you leave plenty of billboards for advertising space.


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Fuck it, it's ongoing and I might as well post it here too, in the hope that it can motivate someone.



yeah I am currently just a one man team, those pages aren't done yet, I am in the process of polishing them up a bit more. Since I don't have a script, so basically I just make stuff up as I draw.



You've got some style, kind of reminds me of Scott Pilgrim with Atomic Man's design sense.

You could be going a bit crazier with the page layout, though. Look at some of the wilder 80's new wave creators' work, like Gammarauders, the Pander Brothers, Howard Chaykin, Marshall Rogers, RAW, and Ronin.


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>Who else is going to save comics?

No one…



>The puffy haired one is in a symbiotic and romantic relationship with a brain eating parasite.

That actually sounds neat. So, is the parasite in her own head?


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Been writing some comic stuff for a while now, and my best friend's the artist. Here are a few pages of the very beginning.

I tend to think being only the writer actually is both frightening and magical, because waiting for the illustration of your words through the hands of somebody else is always worrying (is she gonna get it ? is it gonna turn out ugly ? will she be lazy about it ? etc.), and then you see the artist's work and it's just… great. Sweet feeling I tellja.

Oh and we participated (with that same friend) to the 24h comic run in 2017, not gonna post all 24 pages here, but it was great practice too.

And might as well post a comic we made for /v/ as well while I'm at it



ah neat, you made that last comic huh? That always gets some feels out of me.

Me an my cousin have a similar dynamic to yours and your friends, though usually I'm the idea guy and the artist but he's good at stretching my ideas into full stories.



I believe no one's capable of producing anything artistic without a specific drive to be read or seen. All dancers, all artists, all writers, etc., consciously or not, require a conviction, if not confirmation, that their work will resonate with somebody else.

So having someone close to you who's always not just helping, but pushing you to do more, is the best way to make something both enjoyable and consistent, anon.

And yeah, the entire console-tans "lore" makes me feel so fucking emotional every time, makes no fucking sense, it was just a bunch of stupid shitposting that started out as potential fap material or something. How did it grow into a drama.



well, he needs to pay the bills some how.



Oh, and even forgot to thank you for your comment on the comic; apologies, anon.

Thanks !


Nothing could be seen if not the silhouette of the horse cart slowly moving across the dark and misty road, where the drumming of the horse’s hooves on the brick road would break the silence of the night.

Inside the large closed transportation, made out of well adorned mahogany of the best quality and its drapes covering the windows, Carlos Silva sat beside his trusty leather briefcase, his trilby hat, his very well folded light gray coat and a copy of the Imperial Gazette, commonly read by the inhabitants of Petropolis City and of which the date said March 16th 2500. the young-looking man was watching himself in the mirror looking for anything to fix, as absurd as it sounds to anyone who would see him.

Carlos Silva was the owner of a very peculiar beauty in the Empire, differing him among the noblemen. That being said, any woman would not look at him just once. In this land where the majority of its people is white, Carlos had his bronze skin very well shaven and taken care of, his head covered by thick black hair combed to the back of his head and his sideburns going just over his ears. His face was almost perfectly symmetrical, with a double chin, large honey-colored eyes and fine lips in his large mouth forming dimples when he smiled. The only flaw in his face is his big and crooked nose, result of many boxing matches in his soldier times.

These quick inspections in his face have become a habit, much to his shame. Carlos was serving his country, even if it meant to execute such tasks. He is was spy coming from the mighty Tropicalia Republic, crossing the Waste Lands until he reached the Brazilian Empire and along with his squadron, he would learn the lifestyle of this land. Carlos was infiltrated in the Empire with the fake name of “Paulo Souza” and the fake job of tobacco salesman. Since the plant is very expensive and sold only by traveling merchants, this would ensure him a position of influence in Petropolis City, residence of the Imperial Family and almost all of the Brazilian Noblemen.

The agent was just returning from the house of one of his clients, wife of an Imperial Guard Officer traveling to the emerging urban center of President Vargas. As any respectable salesman, especially pertaining such plants like tobacco, he would be invited by many of the housewives for close inspections in their houses where Carlos would execute the second part of his plan: To seduce and use them as font of information on the whereabouts of the High Government, be them mere rumors on the Emperor’s personal life, future expeditions in the outskirts or even possible military actions. Every word whispered by these women into his ears had to be treated as possible threats to the Republic and reported.

That was the protocol.

Much like Narcissus, Carlos was so hypnotized by the contempt he felt by the face on the other side of the mirror he almost choked with saliva by the scare. The cart bumped and tilted to the side. Hurried, Carlos took his briefcase and left the wagon, from where the driver also was leaving.

“Oi Mister Souza!” The man called him by his fake name, but Carlos had already turned himself from the farce.

“What the-? Ah yes,” Carlos responded, recovering his character. “whatever happened here?!”

“Sorry Mister, methinks it was a snake.” He pointed to one of the horses, thrown at the ground twitching its legs while the other was shaking scared.

“Really? Snakes here?”

“All of this region is a forest, sir.”

Carlos watched for a moment as the driver to try and calm the animals and decided to continue by foot. He took the rest of his things and paid the man, thanking him. He then set himself to go alone, knowing he was very close to his destination.


Inside the cigarette factory on top of the Marco Antonio Hill, three men waited patiently inside the administration office. The three colleagues, who met at the Piabeta Municipal Park and came walking together, were now silent on the big table inside the meeting room. Alisson dos Santos, coming from Providencia, was reading a copy of the local newspaper, The Voice. Gabriel Medici, coming from his post in the Maracana Construction Site, was playing Patience with his cards, a change in his routine, which would consist in writing a letter to his family in Sobral, his birth town, omitting compromising details from his employment. Felix Dantas, coming from his temporary residence in President Vargas, kept concentrated, finishing his report, while his colleagues already brought theirs already done.

“Can anyone open this goddamn window?!” Alisson was the first to shout, complaining about the stifling room.

“Hell no, you know it will freeze up the whole place.” Gabriel responded. Even after living in the Empire for three years, the four agents have not accustomed to the cold weather of the Rio de Janeiro hills, living the majority of their lives in the Brazilian Northwest.

“I don’t give a shit, I got my jacket.”

“this old thing?! I don’t know why you always wear it on meetings.”

Actually, he knew. They all knew, except for Carlos, who was not one to creep on his colleagues’ personal lives. Every fifteen days, the four agents would ignore their jobs as tobacco salesmen and would meet in this room with Captain Rodrigues da Fonseca, posing as the owner and president of the factory. Alisson and Rodrigues are old boot camp mates and he would use the jacket he got as a gift from his now superior in meetings to show his colleagues how safe his position was in the operation.

“Quit talking shit both of you!” Felix shouted, annoyed by the distraction.

“My boy…” said Alisson, condescending. “You had like fifteen days to get this report done, why wait to do this so close to the bell ring?

“I want everything to be 100% well-done, I don’t want my superiors going for my throat, right?” Felix glanced at Gabriel, an imperceptible act from Alisson’s perspective, making him turn on his back.

“Well, I…” Gabriel tried to change the subject. “Anyone knows where Carlos is? He should be here already.”

“Must’ve gotten lost.” Alisson responded, smiling. “You know how he’s like.”

“He is not stupid. He just likes following the rules, maybe a bit too much…”

“Though I must say Rodrigues should be here at this point.” Felix interrupted both. “You guys think something happened?”

“Don’t think so.” Alisson responded. “He must’ve stopped for some elbow bending. You know how he loves the Brazilians, isn’t it Felix?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The drinks? What do you think I was-”

The three heard the cling of metal scratching inside the room. It was Carlos opening the rusted metal gates of the hangar of the production bay. This was the only entry to the cigarette factory. As soon as he entered the area, he could see the silhouettes of his colleagues on the window of the administration room above him, mainly Felix’s silhouette seemingly getting up quickly. He raised an eyebrow on noticing the Captain was not present. “Here was I thinking I was late”, thought. The agent presumed the Captain was still in the shore, receiving packages from Tropicalia. He crossed the production line, went up the two rows of stairs at the other side of the pavilion, knocked on the door twice and entered.


“Oy, I thought Rod was already here.” Announced Carlos, with no response from his colleagues, who were staring at the table. When he turned his attention to see what they were looking at, he also turned white with horror.

A pigeon contorted completely mad between the broken glass from the window, destroyed with the impact.

“What in the name of heaven happened here?!” Carlos asked.

“What do you think?!” Responded Alisson. “I guess he was seek, these things usually happen to birds.”

“Yeah, just toss it out the window and we’ll fix it tomorrow.” Felix concluded.

“Is that it?!” Gabriel questioned. “We’ll just leave this pigeon out in the grass?”

“And who do think will take care of it? You?”

Gabriel stopped talking. After Alisson threw the bird away, he started looking for glue so that he could seal the hole in the window with newspapers, at least until the morning after.

“Guys, am I the only one here worried about Rodrigues tardiness?” Carlos asked.

“Yes.” Alisson answered. “We didn’t worry about yours either, now fetch me a broom to get rid of this broken glass.

“He’s right.” Felix intervened. “We know Rod takes his time to bring the package, but we’re here for like what, two hours?”

“Y’think something happened?”

“Can’t tell. But I feel it’s not a good sign.”

“I say we should get out of here and run for Novo Rio.” Gabriel suggested.

“And what? Run home and hope for any of us not to get-” Felix bit his tongue on noticing his partners were watching him. “It’s just too soon to take conclusions.”

“And it’s too late to keep waiting.” Said Carlos. “Look, we’re on an odd spot now, I think we should go to Novo Rio and make sure if the Captain managed to get there, if yes, we come back and talk to him in the morning.”

“If not…” Asked Alisson.

“If not, we take the first caravan to Tropicalia.

“Yeah, sure we all want that…”

“What do you mean-”

“Stop it!” Felix took control of the situation, as usual. “I hate to admit it, but Carlos is right. Gabriel, I want you to code a message in case Rodrigues comes back. Tell him he took too long and we went after him.”

“Alright.” Gabriel answered, fetching a piece paper and a pen.


After they put their reports inside the factory’s safe, the four spies went down the stairs, hurried. Felix ordered the comrades to wait by the production line while he opened the gate and watched the street. It was Deserted.

“Let’s go.” The three followed him, carefully.

The four men started walking through the entry walkway. The road was pitch black, making the three agents anxious. Of course none of them would let it show to one another. Alisson was carrying a hand lantern.

“No!” Gabriel interrupted. “Someone might see us!”

“He’s right.” Said Felix, furiously scratching his head. “Look, I think that pigeon just gave us the creeps, y’know? How about we just go back inside and clear our minds?”

Clear our minds…

Clear our minds…

Clear our minds…

An odd stream of air hit Carlos’s side of his face and his sight got blurred for a second. When the second, which seemed to take about ten hours, ended, he noticed he was laying on the ground on his side and all he could hear was the sound of a whistle on the back of his head and a hoarse scream saying:

“Run, faggot, RUN!”

That was the voice of Captain Rodrigues. His voice appeared to be coming from all directions. Carlos got up in a hop and ran in aid of his partners. He grabbed Felix and Alisson, who held on to the agent’s strong shoulders.

“EAUGH!” That was Gabriel’s high voice coming from the smoke cloud on the walkway in front of the factory. As the three men recovered their senses, they realized. It was a grenade, they were under attack.

“He’s dusted!” Felix shouted. “Let’s get in, to the rear exit!”

The three spies crawled as the sounds of hooves were getting louder and louder. As soon as they got in, Felix and Alisson managed to get themselves going and let go of Carlos, leaving him to close the gate.

“This shouldn’t have…” Felix whispered, inaudible with the dragging of the rusty metal and the clang of the lock.

“We got scavenged.” said Alisson, scared. “My God, does that mean-”

“Anyone got the suicide pills?”


“No! I’m not dying like this, we have to keep going, let’s go through the secret spot and-” Before Alisson could finish the sentence, one more grenade broke the top window, just below the roof, falling above one of the production mats, completely destroying it.

The spies threw themselves to the ground trying to protect from the flying metal shards, and were soon on the run for the back door of the hangar beside the stairs to the administration office. The door lead to the tobacco crops and towards the end of the lot there was a fence covered with ivy which, opened with a key anyone of the agents had, would open a secret passage to the forest surrounding the factory, giving the group a head start for an escape among the shadows of the trees. Felix was unlocking the back door while Alisson watched in horror the blows to the gate, contorting at each impact.

When Felix opened the door, a massive rumble came from the main gate, falling behind them. A squad of what Carlos could see at least four Horsemen of the Imperial Guard, advanced through the deformed metal of the gate at full speed. The three agents went through the door and ran through the crops, cutting through the tobacco leaves until they were stopped by a giant fireball forming in front of them, almost blinding them.

“A Molotov cocktail!” Carlos explained, horrified.

While the flames were spreading through the crops, another four horsemen surrounded them, two coming from each side of the property handling chains and swords, stomping the leaves. Alisson turned to the building and saw two of the four horsemen were already out and by the noise coming from inside, the other two would finish ravaging what was left of it.

“I surrender!” Alisson and Carlos turned back, spooked as they were trying to find Felix amid the dark and fetid smoke. “I surrender! I surrend-”

The soldiers did not wait for Felix to kneel, they lassoed him by the neck and pulled him. Alisson heard his colleague being dragged away through the leaves while he coughed choking by the chains, knowing he would be the next. Between the blindness and the unbearable heat, Carlos could only hear the sound of his partners being snatched. He braced himself for a fight, as pointless as it would be.

However, he didn’t feel any lasso or chains in his neck. He felt the same dizziness from a few minutes ago, following a hard blow on the back of his head. He fell on his knees with his arms grabbing the wet dirt. When he turned back, he felt every hair on his skin stand up as he saw specter gazing behind him.

A shadow that seemed to be twenty feet tall from where he was laying and to come from the Hell Pits stood out among the crimson fire consuming the tobacco crops. It sported a revolver on its left hand.

“I’m sorry you fell into this net, young man.” Said the creature, almost at a whisper. “But rest assured you will rest knowing you were part of national history.”

Carlos heard a shot, then another. He felt vertigo as his head fell to his back and the smoke went darker and darker.


Beep! Beep! Beep!

Carlos slowly opened his eyes after he heard the beeps from the heartbeat monitor. The four surgical lights knocked on his head like a sledgehammer right in front of his forehead. His head hurt like it was drilled by hundreds of nails. The spy was still a little dizzy and barely felt the rest of his body. He managed to move his neck with difficulty, looking to his sides, trying to figure out where he was amid the darkness and his blurry view.

Little by little the agent awoke, and reached the conclusion he was, in fact, on a surgical table in what he hoped to be a hospital. Except for the tiny lights above him, the place was pitch black and he saw nothing else. He tried to look at his body, but he could not move his neck to the point of lifting his head. Carlos became tense on noticing he was chained to the table. He tried to scream, but his mouth was too dry and his voice, lost. The fatigue caught up to him, laying his head back on the table and closing his eyes.

Just when the lights were disappearing in front of him, a shadow, very much like the one he saw moments ago, formed itself to his right, waking him up again. The panic made his heart beat much faster, making every limb in his body feel the adrenaline rush in his veins. He saw the shadow, which wore a gray sleeve overall, running towards the switch and turning the light on. A janitor, of course. Carlos smiled upon seeing Felix’s face turning to him.

“Felix!” Said Carlos, in a loud whisper. “The hell you’re doing here?”

“No time to chat, Cal. They should be on their way.”


“The nurses. You got to get out of here and go back to Tropicalia. They have to know what happened.” Felix was talking fast while he unchained him.

Carlos tried to get up, struggling, holding on to Felix’s shoulders. His legs and arms were trembling and cracking, causing much pain. When he managed to put his feet on the ground, he did some stretching for his back, shoulders and neck and glanced at the room once more.

“You OK?” Felix asked, offering a bottle of water.

“Slept in worse hostels…” Carlos was sipping the water while he browsed the surgery room, noticing how filthy it was. There were broken and loose mosaics scattered through the sides of the room, a network of pipes protruding from the ceiling meshing with the spider webs which would attach to the upper walls of washed-out paint. “What place is this Felix?”

“You’re in Doctor Steinmann’s lab, in the abandoned pediatric house of the Teresopolis Imperial Hospital.” Felix Responded, with composure, appearing to give tragic news. “Cal, you’ve been in a coma for two weeks.”

“The Hell?!”


“Here.” Felix handed him a copy of the Imperial Gazette. It was Thursday, April 8th 2500.

“My God…” Carlos gazed upon the mirrored window, which occupied almost all of the wall at the height of the knees, and noticed some stranger was watching him. He approached the window and noticed it was himself with his head completely shaved, a scar on top of his head and another crossing the middle of his forehead until his right cheek.

“That night… It was horrible…” Felix explained. “Gabe and Al were arrested. You died that night, we saw your body tossed into the wagon with us. I read on the paper that Rod died in the fire. I remember the truck stopped wherever on the way and you and I were transferred to an ambulance. As I read the other two are still in prison.” Felix waited for any reaction from his colleague, but Carlos kept on looking through the mirror, horrified at how thin he was.

“They say” Continued. “Steinmann got some weird shit around here, secret experiments, mad doctor shit. Kind of ironic we never got a deep look on him so far.” Carlos kept quiet. He was not surprised to hear that, since he heard several rumors in Petropolis saying Steinmann had a clandestine operation in some unknown location for his shady experiments, he just didn’t expect to discover it under such circunstances. He included what he heard about the doctor in his reports, but never received any orders to investigate him more thoroughly. “I think he wanted to use us as lab rats.”

“Y’think?” Carlos asked, dryly. “I’m more concerned about the objective of his experiments. And how did you get here anyway?”

“Well, I uh-” He turned to the hallways, as if he was looking for possible guards. “My experiment would involve mind control drugs or something, but I only pretended to take the meds. Lucky me I’m a good actor!” He smiled, maliciously. “The docs thought giving me a janitor job, the work would serve me as occupational therapy, this gave me leeway to sneak around the hospital and find this place, it’s when I found you.”

“Got it.” Carlos ended the conversation. “How do we get out of here?”

“How do YOU get out of here, I can’t afford to break my character like this. Wait here.” Felix headed back to the hallway, where his cleaning cart was parked. From inside it, he took a plastic bag and handed to Carlos. “Here are some clothes for you to use, but I think you’re gonna be on your own from then.”

Carlos quickly got dressed. It was a suspender overall and a long-sleeved cotton shirt, as well as a blue wool coat going halfway through his thighs with yellow lines adorning the hems. Carlos put the pair of boots and the leather hat on and looked at the mirror once more, remembering how much he detested the hot apparel used in the Empire.


“Plebeian clothes?” Carlos asked. He’s been living in this country long enough to understand the predilection of President Vargas to imitate the Petropolis fashion sense. “Where did you get these things anyway?”

“There’s a deposit full of these around here. I know how much you hate the noble’s clothes, and you’ll want to look like a peasant if you wanna blend in the croud.”

“Eh. Could be worse. What now?”

“Now we get oursel-”

The bang from the slide door of the surgery room broke the silence, followed the clang of the locks. Felix ran for the hatch and saw two of Steinmann’s nurse henchmen locking the door. Carlos gazed at the ceiling when he heard the static sound coming out of the sound system.

“Well, well, well… I see my favorite patient has just woken up!” Said the nasally voice coming from the ceiling, echoing between the metal pipes.”

“Steinmann!” Shouted Felix. “Get me out of here right now!”

“Ah! Quit whining and let me have a look at this young fellow.” The light beyond the mirror was turned on and the two could see a wheelchair-bound man, who look more like a hobbit, watching them from the other side of the glass in some sort of control center.

Doctor Joseph Steinmann was as ugly as Carlos imagined every time he heard stories about him in his travels around Petropolis. A short and tubby man whose stuffy neck merged his fat head with his narrow shoulders, his silhouette made him look like the ugliest rotten potato in the world. His thin arms with long bony fingers held on to the arms of the wheelchair while his legs, also very scrawny, were set on the pedals. His face only reminded him of how abnormal he looked, with a large nose covering his tiny mouth between his cheeks and his enormous gray eyes were protected by a pair of bottle thick-framed glasses. His head with almost no hair, shined not only by the baldness but by how oily his skin was. Doctor Steinmann did not seem to be kind of guy who buys new clothes either, even through the dirty glass, one could see he used a crumpled suit that was too tight for his size, with the sleeves pulling up at every fold.


The little everyone seemed to know about the old Jewish doctor was the reflection of how little the Empire know about Europe and its transformations through the century. Born in one the scandinavian tribes of the North, he learned the medical trade with the wizards from the region until he traveled to Nova Pangaea on the West shores, where he acquired academic knowledge. He was invited by the Brazilian Emperor when he was traveling to visit his family in Belgium to be his personal physician and to assist the Empire in medical education and research.

Much like his history, every aspect of this individual’s personal life was based entirely in hearsay. Steinmann was a recluse if there was one, of questionable morals, never married, never seen escorted if not by his associates also of questionable morals, and supposedly never had children. One thing Carlos had to admit, this first one-on-one encounter sure confirmed three fourths of all the gossip he heard.

“Guess who sang before the rooster! Isn’t it just frustrating when surgeries don’t end up like we expect mister, ah… Paulo, no?” Steinmann asked. Carlos was relieved to listen to his false name being called, this meant the Empire has not discovered the shadowy details of his mission.

“Yes. And I suppose you are the enigmatic doctor Joseph Steinmann.”

“At your service.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

“You spoke too soon, I see the hurry is a genetic thing. I have plans for you, If you stay for a minute, you can sympathize, with my final objective. But I don’t think we need to talk business with the house crew around us, right?” Steinmann glanced at Felix with a defying smile, while the door was unlocked. The two nurses, more like security, ran in grabbing Felix’s arms to his back and pulling him out. Carlos was ready to jump on them when he was interrupted by Steinmann.

“I would not that if I were you, Paulo. I can poison all of this room with substances you can’t even pronounce!” Carlos stopped and let the two carry Felix away, once more locking the surgery room.

“What do you want, Steinmann?” Carlos asked, impatiently.

“I want what every man wants at some point in their lives.” the doctor answered with his hands crossed. “Vengeance!”

“The fuck you’re talking about?”

“The Imperial Guard told me everything! I know you are a spy, just like all of those cigarette salesmen.” the doctor said, maniacally “And I know you heard many stories about me, and now I will tell you a very interesting one! Five years ago I made many expeditions around the Rio de Janeiro shore forests, in search for the old world history. It is one of my pastimes, to discover how lived world of the past. In one of my travels I found the ruins of and old nuclear power plant.”


“Should I be impressed? My country uses nuclear energy for centuries.”

“But not this one. If we could invest in the power of atom for production of electric energy, the Empire could finally leave this Dark Age and enter a new technology era!”

“All this seem to too good to be true, don’t you think?”

“Well… Something was raising an interest in me. I am a doctor by trade, and I was very worried to know how we could learn how to control radiation by discovering the effects in human beings.”

“My God… So it’s true! You are responsible for closing the pediatric pavilion of this hospital!” Carlos remembered the most famous story regarding Steimann, in which he made a series of tests in radioactive fragments found in the power plant, however one of the containers had a massive leak, liberating radioactive particles around the entire pediatric building, killing half the men, women and children, some being hospital staff, and leaving the rest with permanent after-effects. Among the rumors, there was the absolutely ridiculous idea that Steinmann chose the building deliberately and he caused the accident himself. “You did all… all of this to see hundreds of people dying!”

“I did it for the good of humanity! For Science!”

“Stop talking shit! I bet you don’t even care for ‘discovering how lived world of the past’. You just want to know how it withered. You only did this because you’re a psychopath who enjoys watching innocent people suffer!” Carlos raised an eyebrow upon looking at the doctor’s wheelchair. “So that means after the ‘accident’ you didn’t retire for a few weeks like you wanted everyone to think, you were serving time, right?”

“Yes, I’m afraid it is true.” Steinmann slid his hands through the arms of the chair. “As soon as the Emperor found out, he sent his lackeys to punish me, they beat me for five hours and because of the blows, my brain marrow was permanently damaged. I can’t keep my balance anymore nor stand up. As if it wasn’t enough, Imperial Guard troops would watch my room to make sure I am not hiding everything else.”

“You’re still alive.”

“Yes, I am.” He glanced an angry look at the spy. Calmly, he pulled a handkerchief and cleaned the oily face, revealing a forced smile. “Even after all I’ve done, the Court didn’t have the guts to execute me, my head is too precious to be wasted in a basket!” His eye bulged in excitement. “Think about it, boy! I am an entrepreneur, a man of vision! I see a tragedy and turn it into an opportunity, that’s why I’m alive. I just needed to pretend to be a goody-two-shoes for about a month and pay some soldiers to turn a blind eye, now I have all freedom to keep my research from in here, nobody would suspect my operations in this dump of a place!”

“Until someone get their tongues loose.”

“Whoever is the chimpanzee who opens his mouth, he will be dead before any investigation even starts.” the doctor responded, dryly. “And since we’re talking tragedies, let’s talk about your mercy. A young man, on top of his game, dead at point blank and whose friend now works as a janitor, you must be confused, wanting answers, right?”


“What do you want Steinmann?”

“I already told you, Paulo… Vengeance. I want it, and I know you want it! Kill the Emperor. Make him pay for what he did to us, for what it did to you! I’ll give you whatever you want, money, land, women, just ask.”

“I’m not here to do dirty jobs, I have a duty with my country!”

“Huh. I thought you had what it takes. Well, you know how it is, tragedies, opportunities. Back to plan A then.” Steinmann pushed a button at the console beside the wall of his office. Carlos looked up once more, as the ceiling was emitting some sort of hiss.

“3-Quinuclidinyl benzilate,” said the doctor. “a powerful anesthetic gas. I always wanted to know how the human body reacts to post-hypnotic stimuli, and you will be my first patient to receive electronic treatment! Of course a little lobotomy will be necessary, but it won’t hurt. I think. Well, even if it does, it’s not like there will be much of you left to complain, yes?”

The heartbeat monitor flew through the window like a cannonball, shattering the glass and falling on the crimson carpet floor with its screen completely destroyed. Steinmann looked at the monitor and the broken glass trail it left, when he turned back to the surgery room, Carlos was already jumping through, in his direction.

“I’m disabled! I’m disa- AH!” Steinmann shouted desperately, but Carlos didn’t want to listen, he grabbed him by his throat, kicked the wheelchair away e lifted him with his left arm. He slapped his flaccid fat face twice and threw him, making him spin, tripping on the monitor and knocking his head against the corner of the table in the bottom of the room, causing a massive cut on his forehead. When he looked up, he could only see Carlos’s golden eyes, seemingly glowing more than normal as the light of room projecting behind him darkened his silhouette.

“Doctor Steinmann! Are you ok?!” The nurses rushed in the room, armed. The stopped upon seeing Carlos holding the doctor by the few hairs he had with one hand and a massive glass shard with another, pressing the lard mountain he called neck.

“Shut the gas down.” Said the spy, quick and to the point, pressing the glass against Steinmann.

“Do as he says, now!” Upon listening to the doctor’s order, one of the nurses pushed the control button.

“Throw your weapons.” Carlos only said it once, without changing his tone. With no options, the two nurses obeyed. Without taking his eyes out of them, Carlos tossed the doctor across the room. Still focused, he took the guns, put one of them in his coat pocket and pointed the other at the two henchmen.


“Where’s my colleague? Hurt?”

“No we… We just scared him off, that’s all.” One of the nurses answered.

“He left the building.” The other completed.

“Good. Pick Steinmann up and go to the surgery room. Move!

Steinmann would not keep his eye out of the spy as he scavenged his desk, gun pointed, sharing his attention between the contents in the drawers and his two assistants carrying him to surgery. He could not stop thinking of poor doctor Frankenstein. A cursed walking corpse, making his life a misery, ruining his work.

Carlos shot one of the locked drawers, and took some bills from it. Three hundred chevaliers, enough to pay the transportation, he thought. He then glanced at the three men.

“Empty your pockets.”

The two nurses, still scared, tossed what they had in the office. Carlos stared at Steinmann, defiantly.

“And what do you think you’ll do?! Kill me?!” Steinmann shouted, sitting on the surgery table, reminding Carlos of how annoying his voice is. “I know you gotta keep me alive! So, keep threatening you… you… Ghost spy!

Carlos responded with a shot, making one of the henchmen fall to the ground, screaming. The other rushed to his assistance and Steinmann, grumbling, emptied his pockets. Rings, watches, bills and coins. Carlos put everything in his pockets, figuring the money and jewelry would make about five hundred chevaliers.

“The big boy is gonna live, just shot his foot, easy to fix. Go to the emergency and tell him cut himself with a scythe or something.” Carlos relaxed his tone. “You will count to 100, then leave, no second before. If any one of you follow me, I kill, and will pay to see the good doctor over here slither his way out of explaining a dead nurse in a condemned building. Steinmann?”

“Yes?” Responded the doctor, dryly.

“This will work in and out of here, got it? If I ever see your people around me, I’ll come for you.” Carlos did not blink once on his warning.

“Sure.” Steinmann answered, failing his voice. The two nurses kept silent while Carlos left the room and closed the door behind him.


From the administration building of the hospital, Felix ran along the hallway to the North courtyard, way to the pediatric pavilion. He had a gun hidden inside his overall. Before he could get there, Carlos opened the door and approached him.

“Carlos!” Felix spoke, excited. “You made it? Let’s leave this place, nobody can see you here.” Felix tried to pull his colleague outside. The North courtyard was as desert as the pediatric building. They would be completely alone.

“Nobody knows me around here, no stress.” Carlos said with the same ruthlessness from before, ignoring his colleagues pleads. Felix knew he wouldn’t be able to convince him and decided to follow. The two turned and walked to the hospital’s lobby.

“Whatever happened to Steinmann? Is he-”

“Alive,” Carlos got a little unsettled when he heard him start the question with ‘Whatever’. It just occurred to him that out of the four, Felix is the one adapted the best to the Imperial lifestyle. “Steinmann won’t bother me anymore, he would not be stupid enough to ruin his little clubhouse by hunting me down, but I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t need to worry. After today’s scare, Steinmann won’t be as crazy as to try and threaten me knowing I can blow the whistle on him any time.”

“If you think so… I just don’t like leaving you here.

“I told you, I’ll be fine. You need to worry about the mission. You must go back to Tropicalia and inform three agents remain under arrest in the Empire.

The men crossed the hallways of the hospital in silence. This is a total contrast to the desolate appearance of the abandoned building where they were. They were in the emergency department, close to the reception and even being the simplest sector of the hospital, it had a certain opulence that only the Emperor himself could pay. The blue-green walls with golden details were perfectly painted, with many hanged portraits picturing the mountain regions that served as home to the noblemen. Drawings of angels and flowers adorned the baseboards and the ceiling, and the very well polished mahogany floor was organized in diamond shape.

After crossing the emergency, the two reached the lobby, where the were welcomed with suspicious eyes. Carlos noticed his apparel denounced him, since a high-class hospital frequented by the Imperial Family and the Petropolis elite would not have people be in contact with the plebeians, even less the staff. Their presence in the lobby brought unwanted attention.


Ignoring the staring eyes, Carlos went through the lobby with his chin up, while his colleague would watch everyone around him. One of the receptionist noticed the janitor’s weird behavior and could be seen whispering at the phone. Leaving by the main gate, Felix looked back, annoyed.

“Fuck…” He whispered. “I’ll have some explaining to do in a few.”

“Haven’t you learned anything in training? There’s confidence in the walk.”

“Oh, sorry Shakespeare.”

“Sure you don’t wanna skip?

“I am. I’m needed here.”

“I see. Take care.” The two shook hands and Carlos called a horse cart on the other side of the street. Felix sighed in relieve and, maybe, guilt.

He turned back to see the head nurse of the mental ward watching him with her arms crossed and her teeth clenched.



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Thanks for the praise. I liked Scott Pilgrim when I read it, but if anything Double K and Madworld were where I looked to for guidance on the high contrast.

>you could be going a bit crazier with the page layout

No thanks.

I'm not going to sacrifice clarity and the cleanliness of the page layouts, to be more dynamic.

I get creative with them in the unreleased pages (74, to be specific), but there's no reason to get wild, if it's in a duller scene.

Because believe me, I could get wilder, and I do know how, but muddying the clarity is the gravest sin you can do for a comic.



Ever read Scud the Disposable Assassin?

It had some of the same zing! I see in your artwork. But your design sense reminds me more of Brute/Aidan Hughes. Or a Jhonen Vasquez who isn't a little bitch.

If you like high-contrast work, you should check out Alex Toth and Jose Munoz, they're the gods of high-contrast, Frank Miller cribbed a lot from them when he did Sin City.




I like your art, but something seems to be missing when you do action. It's really hard for me to quantify, and it's weird because whatever's missing in most of them is present in spades in the last image of >>950926. Maybe it's the posing, or the panel layout, or something else I haven't even thought of. Sorry if this isn't helpful for improving but I like your style and really want to see it executed at the best possible level.



Looks okay.


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Son, this isn't the other place.


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Right, that's the last of the rules. To give a quick recap

>"Fuel" = blood. Use it to Burn, lose all of it and you die.

>"Ignition" = basically "OfA: Full Cowl." A basic movement/strength enhancer

>"Thrust" = an explosive repulsive force, not a propulsive force

and now

>"Afterburn" = the latent trait you're born with, and lets you do crazy specific shit

All of that should recontextualize the older pages, quite a bit.


Nope, but it's in the backlog now at least.


The motion blur? I've probably been slacking on that, and forgetting to include it. Largely because I've admittedly started burning out a bit on all this, and just wanted to rush the story out of this one location it's been stuck in for way too long now.

That and the composition, most likely.

I'm not sure, but I'd like to hear more of what you're talking about, since it'd be helpful.



Well, show us yours, then.


here is a question, that has been bugging me. It is about the suspension of disbelief, how far can one go before people just give up and call bull?



Huh? Context?


Just copypasted some short points from All The Tropes Willing Suspension of Disbelief page.


>An author's work, in other words, does not have to be realistic, only believable and internally consistent

>"You can ask an audience to believe the impossible, but not the improbable."

>Most action movies push this trope almost to the breaking point; for the sake of action, the heroes can do virtually anything, given enough Phlebotinum.


I have to ask how do you guys start writing out character? I start with personality then reason because i like to use the personality to see what best fits the character (male, female, strong, weak, young or old). Reason is just why and what the character exists for, this also works for motivation, I mostly would like to know how you guys do it as i'm not much of a writer and mostly just doing because im bored silly and would rather to something constructive then selfish.

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