If the 1,488 of you who watch me truly love me, you'll read this journal entry. Seriously, I don't care if you skim it I just want it to get some sort of recognition. Not for myself but for these people that I LOVE and deserve attention more than I. I also just spent like 2 hours putting this together so PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ IT.
First of all, mister *SgtPossum
A very close friend of mine as well as an extremely talented writer. Like damn can this guy write some good sci-fi. As well as that he's part of the collaborative comic that him, *Vaahlkult
, and myself are currently putting together. He has one of the strangest minds I've ever seen, like really I'm not joking he's pretty fucking crazy and his ideas are ridiculously quality. Having conversations with him at his most drunken state is probably one of the most unique experiences you could ever have with anyone ever and I mean that in that absolute best possible way. Here's a few of his stories to give you a good idea of how batshit fucking nuts/talented he is.
Vomit and Lullabies Having been told to get jiggy with it by a very large black man, shortly prior to his having beaten the holy living hell out of me, I began to question the sanity of my pursuit. After all, that for which I searched was just another dull item one might easily replicate no matter where they went. I only wanted it because I felt like wanting it.
But, as I lay in the muddy back alley behind what I think was Halverson’s Liquor Mart—though it may have been Cleo’s Nasty Shoppe—I decided that to give up now was to admit defeat. And, once the obviousness of that statement clicked in since I was of course in competition with
It's All Relative, Baby On a grim morning in a gruesome field on a ghastly world, XXIII—or Twenree, as she preferred to be called—touched down in her shuttle. The skyline, a daunting shade of purple crisscrossed by thin wisps of vaporized hydrocarbons, was the only picturesque sight to be seen: planet ID557-2194d was a gnarled jungle of rock blanketed in pus-colored bulbous vegetation. It looked as though the surface was diseased, dying as it was bombarded with hard radiation from a red giant.
Twenree disembarked clad in her pressure suit, treading lightly as she knew there were spots where the ground could give way, and lurking in caves below were cr
Second, my shmeeester *Vaahlkult
. She probably already receives enough lovin' as is but I decided to feature her anyway because we true homies. We're also identical twins, just putting that fact out there. It's pretty great that we managed to grow up with equally great talents and I find that though we're both pretty good, she's better than me in several areas of drawing just as I am better than her in others. Regardless, she's an a+ artist. I mean she pisses me off a lot but that's what sisters are for. Go bask in her colorful, magnificent art.
We also run the Nyreen Kandros FC together, so go become a part of that shit ya nasties
Thirdly, my homegirl ~Valkinerie
She's actually taking point commissions
at the moment, so do both me and her a favor and purchase artwork from her. Because dang, has this girl ever improved since I met her. Very quickly after she was introduced to digital art she managed to get a pretty good hold on it right away. She has progressed far more quickly at creating digital art than I did when I immediately entered the game and probably took only a couple of years to get to where I got after 4. Go appreciate her you fools.
I'm also going to feature my other very talented sibling. My brother Andrew is the guitarist of a band known as Cult of Self, and I feel that with all the work and time he has poured into the group they deserve a lot of recognition. He recorded their first album himself and spends a lot of his free time posting the band's music around the internet trying to get more attention. So if you will, take some time and have a listen, I don't give a shit if you don't like rock music or what, just go, listen, nothing more. Cult of Self's FacebookListen to their music here
And with all this, I'm just going to shamelessly promote the comic *SgtPossum
, and I are in the process of developing, called 4242. At this point we have yet to get started, I'm pretty sure Jake is waiting on my sister and I to get some of the story drawn up, but we're still working out final designs for all of the alien races, characters, and environments within the story. I'm just bringing it up here in hopes that it might get people excited about it, because I sure as hell am. I feel it has a lot of potential to be something fucking amazing and we got a team of three talented little assholes with great minds.
Here is a very eloquently written summary of 4242 by SgtPossum himself:Taking place in a distant future, the stories and settings in 4242 are a mixed batch of surrealist absurdities, space opera fantasies, and hard sci-fi concepts both new and familiar. It is a dystopic, unpleasant future, in which a large portion of our Milky Way's Orion Arm is ruled by the conniving Zokdan Empire. The Zokdans may sound familiar at first--an evil empire that rules the galaxy with an iron fist, putting down revolutions and committing genocide when it suits them--but there is a quality to this future most readers will find very unique.
In this universe, there is no collective rebellion to be seen as the protagonists. Humanity is not the last bastion of freedom in the galaxy; in fact, they are allies of the Zokdans, working with dozens of other species to maintain order over their vast empire. The revolutionaries range from libertarians to criminal syndicates to communist-style rabblerousers, and few of their movements work in concert with one another. Profit and greed and lust for power is the name of the game for most peoples. However, though this background lends itself to many unusual and interesting tales of neo-noir sociopathy, it is not the focus of 4242.
Instead, 4242 centers around one man. A despicable pirate, a brilliant tactician, a drunken womanizer, and an intrepid explorer all at once by the name of Oswald Ferdinand-Rogbert. The unnaturally intelligent Oswald, brought into the criminal world after being arrested for providing a primitive alien race with the technology to produce booze and, according to his human captors, chemical weapons, is an escaped fugitive traveling the galaxy in a pseudosaucer he stole from an Oort Cloud prison. He lives off of pilfered food and the kindness of an admiring public who see him, often incorrectly, as a savior and bold revolutionary. In reality, he is a man out for his own survival and enjoyment, stealing from the rich and giving mostly to himself.
Oswald meets many odd people along the way. Mustellite mammal revolutionaries such as Jyscil, and quasi-humanoid nymphomaniac murderers like Kolseleen. He packs a pistol and a bottle of hooch wherever he goes, he screws and murders and steals, he does whatever the hell he wants to. And because of this, he becomes the most famous and wanted fugitive in all of the Zokdan Empire--as well as a target for mafias, gangs, and those out for vengeance.
4242 is, in other words, the kind of wild west science fiction that will kick you in the teeth and put a smile on your face doing so.
Some 4242 Concepts and Artwork by Vaahlkult
What do ya think? Are you just as excited about 4242 as I am or what. *wipes tear from eye*