Ad Continuum Episode 1

So here comes Episode 1 of the story I've been cooking up for a while now. Full view here.

A little behind the scenes if you may.

Like I said in the previous post, I've been thinking of starting a more cohesive comic story, one with a universe, fixed character roles and a more solid continuity from one chapter to the next. I've been itching to try it out for a while now, but I've been busy with a lot of stuff, recently being the first week of class and all.(I do part time work as a teacher by the way, just so you can get an idea how hectic the first week of classes for me can become)

Anyways, so there. Expect the next comic to be from the komikos timeline (the name I gave to the original 3 episodes), followed by another from Ad Continuum. Or it could go the other way around. Depends on how lazy or inspired I become.

Oh, and a little P.S. of sorts. There's a shoutout to a friend in this comic right about in the middle center of the first panel. It's more of an unintentional shoutout really, and I didn't quite notice it until when I was already in the process of shooting. He's the guy I'm buying my next FIGMA from! (and hopefully some others, the Eva FIGMA line looks pretty tempting)

So there, see you on the next ride!

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Of Pertaining to Comedy: Episode 3

So here comes Episode 3. Click here for the full view.

A little behind the scenes if you may.

This would be the third installment to my semi-cohesive comic story. Witness the awesum power of The Machine Porkator's Hambuster! Now all we need is a grill and some choice cuts and we can have ourselves a barbecue. Which is odd since the Machine Porkator is pig.

Anyway, the next episode would actually not be Episode 4. Rather, I'm planning on making it Episode 1 of Ad Continuum, a little comic story I've been planning to make. It's not really going to be comic in the sense that it's not going to be funny (as if the first three were funny anyway), but it would still follow the five panel format, maybe stretching to five every once in a while. In case you've been gullible enough to be a fan after three not-really-funny episodes of this comic, don't worry. I do not intend to abandon this style, but I'm really more of a storyteller than a comedian, so my focus would be on Ad Continuum.

That or my fickleness kicks in and I begin spurting out more of these comics anyway. See you in the next ride!

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Of Pertaining to Comedy: Episode 2

So here comes Episode 2. Click here for the full view.

A little behind the scenes if you may.

So the first one got a little views, and I decided, what the heck let's make another. So here it is. The SHF Kabuto figure used here was lent to me by a good friend.

And The Machine Porkator is back! This time with his buddy the Machine Baconator, which is a heck of a lot more efficient in terms of fat mileage. The same may not go with RX's brain.

See you in the next ride!

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Of Pertaining to Comedy: Episode 1

Read more to see the first of its kind. Or click here for the full view

A little behind the scenes if you may.

Kamen Rider Black RX is an SHF action figure given to me by a good friend. I was bored so I decided to take a spin at writing and making comics again, this time using pose-able figures instead of, you know, actual art. I guess it turned out okay for the most part, besides being devoid of all comedy.

Anyway, the title is actually from the meaning of the Greek etymology of the word comics, komikos. Until I find a new home for these comics, they will reside here, and will have their own category.

Until then, see you in the next Ride! Hopefully not in a Machine Porkator. (Which is now trademarked by they way, by me.)

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From An Other's Eyes: Dark Corridors

Where the trail ends, the music stops. Where the music stops, life ceases. Survival is the name of the game; not getting caught is the only rule. It's either you complete your mission, or "they" get you, the choice is entirely on your hands.

Every corner you navigate, every turn you make, makes you feel a sense of urgency, a sense of unknowing certainty. Each dead end you come across and each long corridor terrifies you to death but urges you to go on. Fear becomes adrenalin, adrenalin that fuels you to go further. The farther you go, the more dangerous the turns become, the more unpredictable the peril. Insinuating more fear. Restarting the madness.

Urging you. Consuming you.

Until finally, there would be nothing left.

Ghosts of insanity haunt you, taking your life, stealing your breath. Their perceived absence entices you to move forward, their ubiquitous presence drives you back. Running is futile; you know they will get you somehow. But running is all you could do.

Running. For your life.

While the ghosts taunt you and drive you insane.

The game ends once you've gathered all the fragments of your broken self. Each fragment gets you closer to your goal; each piece gets you closer to your final destination. Every once in a while you come upon a shred of your former glorious self, and for a second, you get the urge to fight back. To fight back the ghosts and drive them away; a few minutes of rest to gather back your broken sanity. But once that reprieve is over, you would be driven back.

Back to running. Back to insanity. Back to fear.

Back to the addicting adrenaline that draws you further in.

Deeper and deeper the game calls on to you, drawing forth your very last breath, your very last ounce of strength. It calls on to you. It asks you. It demands you to collect every last fragment, every last shred. And when each one has been collected, each tiny fragment accounted for, the music stops.

And the game starts anew.

This is my life. This is my game. I am...

Pac Man.

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Deus Ex Machina

I was lucky to have survived that fall.

First Shiine, now Chacha as well; just what is going on here? It's been the better part of a decade since I last saw them; I had resigned myself to never see them again. But like a cruel cosmic joke, there they were! Or at least, there was Shiine and Chacha, but not how I remembered them.

It's all happening way too fast...

"Are you awake?" I heard a voice ask.

"Yes, I think I am, unless I'm hearing strange voices in my dreams. What happened?"

"Most of your bones are broken, your skin has been fried and torn up, you lost half the blood in your body and still you manage to be cynical huh? Well, I saw you unconscious on the shore so I brought you here." The voice answered.

"Here? Where is here?" I said, trying to get up. The pain wouldn't let me.

"Don't try to get up yet, you're ribs got badly beaten up and broken. It should take you a month, maybe two to heal."

"And you plan on keeping me here until then? What do you want in return?"

"Depends, I could just probably rip you open and examine your organs, maybe sell them to scalpers. I heard shape shifters like you are a rare breed. You heart would fetch a handsome amount..."

"Why you..." was my pathetic attempt at a reply. I heard her chuckle in response.

"I'm just kidding! Give me a little credit here; I did save your life! By the way, I haven't formally introduced myself. I'm Aiushtha, a forest dryad. Or at least I once was. And to answer your previous question, you are now in Crying Eagle. I've been living here ever since those stonedwellers destroyed my former home."

"Crying Eagle huh..."

"Yup! Legend has it that they got the name from the weird noise the birds made when they tore their way through the woods where they built this city. It sort of sounded like eagles crying, or at least, that was what the legend said. Still, the thought of it kind of makes you sad huh?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry to be bothering you with these useless sentiments. Those woods... Was actually where I used to live. I won't be able to forgive those greedy stonedwellers, but there really isn't much I could do then and now."

"I see..." was all I could muster. It's been forever since I last talked to someone, never mind having to comfort them at the same time.

"Well, anyway, don't worry about it. Make yourself at home until your injuries heal. That should be in about a week or so."

"I thought you said it'd take a month!"

"Nah, it would but you're gravely underestimating me. You see, I specialize in healing magic. It's been a while though since I last used them, so I might have grown a little rusty. If I were in my prime, you'd be up and running in no time!"

"I see, thank you- Aiushtha was it?"

"Yup! But it's unfair that you know my name and I don't know yours."

I couldn't help but grin.

"I'm Riiya, the White Wolf. Pleasure to meet you... If I wasn't hurting like hell right now."

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From An Other's Eyes Episode 2: Raven Hair

Those crazed, panicked words kept playing over and over in my head; angry words that are terrified and at the same time devastated, calling on a name whose owner did not respond. I still cannot believe what had just happened. He must have been playing us for a fool all this time! That name and face, bullshit. He could've easily wiped us all out; he didn't need a name or a face!

All he needed was a reason.

"He's dead."

Those words were the final nail to the coffin. Come to think of it, we might all end up in one very soon. I wished I had heard wrong, but the image of him falling over, eyes blanking out, fingers gingerly clutching cutlery; there's just no denying it. And we would most likely be next. The murderer who did this must be laughing his ass out right now! Shit shit shit...

"Reaper! Where are you?!? Show yourself! You must know something about this!"

That's right! He- it must know what had happened. It's been missing for some time now; certainly it must have had something to do with all this. I may not be all that sharp, but looking back, that thing disappeared just prior to his death. Has he been in cahoots with that demented murderer? In any case, he- it must be found. For our sake, it must be found.

"Everyone look at this!"

What the hell is this? Sand? How could there have been sand here, and this much? This could have easily destroyed all the sensitive electronic devices we've been using in this investigation, so how could there be this much sand in here? Has this been lying around here all this time? It just doesn't add up!

"Whoever did this... I will avenge his death."

Cold. His words, no, his entire being is cold. As cold as death.

"Only by solving this case will I bid him farewell."

Is he nuts? Is this kid trying to get us all killed? I don't care if he's the director's son, but putting all our lives in danger, he must be out of his mind!

"Mister Matsuda, if you are afraid of getting killed, I suggest that you leave..."

"No of course not! I'm not quitting of course... Please Light, you're starting to sound like Ryuuzaki!"

Looks like I'm going to be part of this shit after all. That son-of-a-bitch Light, I swear one day I'm gonna shoot him dead.

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