Three things you need to be a warrior: 1.) Big hair.
2.) Good running shoes.
And most importantly,
3.) Vest with no shit underneath.
Three things you need to be a warrior:
She is gonna play the shit out of Mine Sweeper.
Just things. Things that are possibly large, or small, or inside or outside. How much fun can you have drawing a picture?
Why not indeed?
I don't know what the satellite girl is doing. Exploring; maybe going on a journey. I can't decipher what the fuck Walker writes on these little Cards. The second picture is inspired by the terrible film noir, Kiss Me Deadly. An awesome title to a slow & confusing movie.
Once these are done I'm going to pour black ink into them. Make them all dark and scary. But not this page, this page will serve as counter point. Bright and cheery in defiance of the rest of the story's mood. The plan (and I hope I can remember the plan) is to wash out all the flashback scenes in white and shrowd the current scenes in black.
I hate sharks, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating the beauty in nature's most perfect killing machine. And needlessly turning it into a robot. I find myself drawing these things.
Anywhoo, I wanted to draw a samurai girl. But thinking about it, I didn't want to draw a video-game hoochie. But at the same time I was bored with the prospect of drawing flowing robes and stuff. So I threw out some baggy pants and body armor. Really, the only thing that qualifies her for samurai status is the sword. Maybe she brings honor to the battlefield. I dunno.
I haven't done any samurai-related efforts in a while. I enjoy feudal Japan. Who knows, maybe I'll do a lone warrior wandering the world story. Or just chicks with swords. Either way.
Fat crocodile, happy dinosaur, tiger-corn? And not all pokemon can be cute and cuddly.
She's considderably superior to my previous attempt. The last guy I made was good at hiding and listening... He went insane listening to his friends die while he hid. Then a monster ate him. Winter Thompson, despite appearances, is a top-notch sprinter and has extra sanity points. Turns out, running and dicking people over are far more important than what I had previously assumed were good survival skills. Also making another guy to be a middle-weight prize fighter for a 1920's game.
Starting a new weekly drawing challenge: Get a page of something done each week. Eh, I know the title sucks, but what ya gonna do?
None of my friends have mustaches.
One Day You're In; The Next, You're Out
Devilishly good fun.
Dunno. Watching Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex
All the best bands are affiliated with Satan.
Great response to that age-old question, even for a drunken super-heroine. I had a whole slough of funny things she could yell out.
I drew him one, then decided it didn't have enough shit and added more wires and such.
Throwing the Claude Steele card away.
Really, this has nothing to do with Jinx other than I started out drawing her. I guess the dress is kinda her.
I apologise to all my African-American readers for my depiction of Valerie Brown. She started out with an "Aw hell no!" expression, but it turned into more of an "Oh lordy-lordy! I don't know nothing bout no xenomorphs!" Though I will not apologize for immediately thinking of putting in a word bubble with "Don't go in there!" next to her head.
With their giant phallic rocket ship.