
Just what the hell is up between Hurke's mom and this Baron guy anyway?



Enter the Potatomen! NOW we've got the makings of a fight on our hands!
Major Tom is a new webcomic which I've begun on the Underground Pop Productions website. It's one man's surreal journey through a cosmic landscape which, I hope, will surprise and stimulate.
I first imagined the Simians as a race of honorable warriors. Kind of a mix between Klingons and samurai. They're all about the bloodsport, but they've got a strict code of honor. Even though it is ridiculous that only 2 warriors prevent the whole dwarven army from entering the Nameless One's lair, Bron is flexing his authority here. I imagine the only reason why the dwarves put up with Bron is that he really gets fantastic results. He's the strategic mind behind most of their victories against the Northlands lately.

I haven't been posting much of anything lately due to the fact I'm battling some "creative demons" and some days are better than others. Here's a shot from a possible new webcomic I've been working on. I'll spare the details because I'm still not sure what I'm doing with it or, if it's anything at all. it's a day to day process.
Meanwhile, back outside...
My rugs in the "way too small and expensive" bunker are being replaced and I've taken the opportunity to do a little spring cleaning. I've unearthed a virtual time capsule of crap and dust but, I did discover a few old gems. I did this piece about 7 years ago. I can't quite remember the "why or what for" but, I liked it enough to share. I have a colored version trapped on an old floppy somewhere but, that'll probably never see the light of day. Damn floppies.
I know what you're thinking...waaaaay back at the beginning I showed a flashback where The Nameless One was shown as some sort of tentacle beast.
Here's page number one from another project that I'm trying to cultivate. Right now I'm in the "throw it against the wall and see what sticks" mode of creating. I have a ton of stories, plots, and incoherent scribbles lying around and this is my method of cleaning house. Sometimes old doodles suddenly come alive and begin to mate with the other half-eaten scraps of ideas. In the end, I could have my very own Frankenstein Monster!