| [2006 July 15] That's what good pot does. It makes you feel just like that: no arms or legs, one foot, and a huge head. Now, whatever the hell Rudy's smokin, that's different. That's some strong shit.
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Concerning the little gray guy, did you get the idea from mythology somewhere? | |
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| [2006 July 15] I wouldn't call it a work of art, but I prefer more graphic design and less comic book
sequentials. Just like the texture of the tree, I'm getting to the point where I can do my regular style with CAD polylines now. It still takes a little more time, but it's so much better to have a node-editable finished product than trying to edit a manual piece.
These were my original sketches from 2004 of the "imp". I changed it up after I figured there was too much "monkey" in the comic already: rudy holding imp the imp | |
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| [Transcript] - "I had da go for a walk on d'acres... get away from'm..." Rudy stops after a little while to examine a tree.. and he spots something familiar to him. "Looks like we're gonna ged some rain." Rudy picks up a curious little... blue 'head' with one foot and two hands. No arms or legs. A tiny little thing. "These dings always come oud in rain.. I dunno whad dey're called.. but dey're always in de trees. Somedin.. like a tree imp. Not even d'animals see'm. I always could. Dey appear only when da weather is gonna be unusual. Dey disappear when id clears. All I know is dey really aren't from dis place." A coyote walks up to Rudy... |
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These woods.. I know them like the back of my... alright, who stole it? I was lookin at the back of my hand just a minute ago..
The rain turned the night into an ink blot the size of a city. I managed to stumble my way outside and right into a trap.. somebody let the dog out. When the lightening flash hit I saw him there. They must have really went wild with the raw egg because his coat was as shiny as wet stone. He made no move.. neither did I. It was an eternity in a dank hole somewhere in Hell and neither of us wanted anything to do with introducing the terrain with thick pools of blood. The hours dragged on as I stood there waiting for his first move. Damn it! I shoulda brought my hand cannon, but I had to leave it on the damn table inside! I considered over and over making a run for it. The front door couldn't be locked. I didn't lock it. At least.. no, it's too risky and these monsters of the id were always a touch faster than me. I had scars from one end of my body to the other to attest to that.
Morning came. We stood there late into the morning staring into each other's eyes. Neither of us moved a muscle and it was already morning. The owner of the house finally came outside. It was morning. He took one look at us, laughed, and quickly left for work. It was still morning. I had to piss. My guess was, so did the dog, but you know they can hold it in longer. It was morning and we stood there like two statues in a staring match, like two cadavres with their eyes stitched together, like two sides of the same bone, each waiting for the other to do something.. and then not doing it. And then I finally noticed the little man in the bushes. He stood there as still as cold tree sap and smiled. Bastards! All of them! Damnit I had to pee!!
