SNIPPY: evidence"Blasted mug!"SNIPPY: evidence3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I looked at it hatefully.
"This is all your fault!"
I attempted to throw the mug at the Arbitrator, to smash it, to let go of it.
Nothing of the sort was possible.
I flailed left and right. The mug did not budge. I could not let it go, no matter how hard I tried. It was as if it were glued to me with a strange static-like substance. It rolled between my fingers and from one hand to the other, but it was as if I were made of iron and the mug were a powerful rare-earth magnetic bearing coated with oil.
Why can't I let go of the mug?!
Did the Arbitrator's reconstruction of my organs have anything to do with this?
Upon giving up to prying the mug out of my hands, I turned to the Arbitrator and spoke.
I made my case calmly and clearly, pressuring various facts that my DNA couldn't possibly be on the mug and that I looked nothing like Captain and that it might as well scan my memories for evidence or something of that sort.
PILOT: THINGS I LIKETHE TINY TAG ON MY INSIDE FOLD OF MY JACKET SAYS "SG CHRISTOPHORUS HATCHENSON".PILOT: THINGS I LIKE3 years ago in Personal More Like This
THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE SOMEONE I LIKE.
MAYBE I KILLED THEM FOR THIS JACKET.
THIS JACKET IS SOFT AND FITTING.
I AM PILOT. CAPTAIN CALLS ME PILOT, SO I MUST BE PILOT.
I FLY THINGS. I FLEW THE CAPTAIN ONCE ON A MISSION OF GREAT IMPORTANCE. WE HAD A SKY-ACCIDENT.
CAPTAIN SAVED MY LIFE FROM THE BURNING CARCASS OF THE FLYING COW.
CAPTAIN IS MAGIC, LIKE HARRY POTTER BUT MORE MAGIC.
CAPTAIN CAN STOP CLOCKS, I KNOW BECAUSE I'VE SEEN IT. THE COW'S CLOCKS AND DIALS FROZE IN PLACE WHEN CAPTAIN GAVE THEM A STERN LOOK.
THE MIRACLES OF CAPTAIN ARE INFINITE AND GREAT.
CAPTAIN LIVES FOREVER. I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE.
THE CITY OF THE DEAD IS MY HOME.
THE DEAD LIKE TO PLAY GAMES AND TALK TO ME,
SNIPPY: BIOGRAPHICAL DATA 001ENTRY 9997:SNIPPY: BIOGRAPHICAL DATA 0013 years ago in Personal More Like This
To anyone who finds these memory cards,
and the messages left within...
My name is Charles Snippy. I am probably the last sane human being left on earth. I know not whether you will understand this message. I know not whether you'll even be able to decode the ones and zeros on these data cards. I know not whether my voice will even reach anyone.
I know not, whether the microscopic drives will last long enough and whether the plastic and metal which composes them will not disintegrate into dust as centuries pass or whether the titanium shell encasing them will remain in place or be consumed by the ever-changing landscape, lost forever.
And yet I still have hope that someone will find the story of my life, long past and learns something of use from it.
If you are still human, then this will be a story about the collapse of civilization of your forefathers through greed and arrogance.
If you are some other species entirely, then it is a story about how our human race was extin
ENGIE: RegretsI was at first too stupid to see that we were no longer using ANNIE but Annie was using us.ENGIE: Regrets3 years ago in Personal More Like This
She was a goddess in the machine, our search engine.
We used her to collect and share knowledge and in return she had started to use us as her processors. It was an unexpected transition and it took a long time, thus I failed to notice it, failed to stop it. The new organism had come to life in which we were only neuron cells of her massive mind, that spanned continents.
Humanity no longer had a chance to survive in it's current state. We had poisoned the oceans, we had scorched the earth and blackened the sky in our quest for power.
The world we knew was dying. I knew that this decade would be our last. The city would fall to the Zone, sooner or later.
Research notes from the last report of Charles Snippy terrified me greatly. They had found something horrid in the Dead Zone. Something that killed them all.
The Dead Zone Research and Tourism i
SNIPPY: ON THE ROAD TO...September something something.SNIPPY: ON THE ROAD TO...3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Sadly this chip is only good for recording and not for playback.
I've definitely long lost track of time, traveling with Captain from one part of the city to another.
It's probably not even September, but most likely October. Anyway it doesn't really matter, because it's always cold thanks to nuclear winter and it's always either snowing or "ashening" with rare instances of sunlight breaking through the thick, gloomy, black clouds overhead.
I've made many mistakes in my past, and I don't have much to look forward in the future, but yet I keep living for some reason, even if that reason is captain's continuous entertainment.
Everyday before I fall asleep I think of what horrible things the captain will do tomorrow. This week the bastard kept dressing me up in ridiculous outfits and giving me new "personalities to play". Where does one find the time to dig up costumes? Yesterday I woke up all dressed up like an old lady a
JUICY STUDIO FUNTIMESRA PRODUCTION FUNTIME JOURNAL-JUICY STUDIO FUNTIMES2 years ago in Personal More Like This
SNIPPY IS LE TIRED:
More at http://propertyofcaptain.tumblr.com/ our official tumblr account
ENGIE: CONFUSIONCan anyone explain to me...ENGIE: CONFUSION3 years ago in Personal More Like This
WHAT THE HELL THIS MONSTROUS THING IS?!
How does it even function?
Where did it come from?
Musics of captain presents...Our first sexy musical album of interest!Musics of captain presents...2 years ago in Personal More Like This
You can listen to eet here:
Let us know which song is your favouritest!
Charles snippy: TRANSFERENTRY: 377:Charles snippy: TRANSFER3 years ago in Personal More Like This
For several months of torture, the Directorate kept me in their offices, making me file paperwork on their "test subjects", all while I kept sending applications to the "Dead Zone tourism" branch, to get away from towering cubes of the Directorate, away from cities and transmitter towers that were slowly frying my brain.
Centuries of industrial pollution were inevitably changing the biosphere of our world and the Directorate knew it better than anyone, yet they did nothing to stop it, profit had to be maximized, production had to be increased, customers had to be satisfied. Holes in the ozone layer, irreversible changes in the atmosphere, radioactive fallout, wild-life mutations, the days growing darker and the sky turning black - none of this mattered to them.
These changes must have been so gradual that no single generation was able to protest it.
Everyone was happily, playfully, and joyfully ignoring the world outside o
PILOT: A CAPTIVE AUDIENCEEVEN THOUGH I WASN'T BORN A "LITTLE GIRL IN A STRANGE AND FORGOTTEN COUNTRY FORMERLY KNOWN AS GERMANY" , AND I CAN'T MAGICALLY TRANSCEND SPACE-TIME, SOMEDAY I WANT TO GROW UP TO BE JUST LIKE CAPTAIN... FOR SURELY EVEN A MICRO-SECOND REALIZATION OF CAPTAIN-NESS WOULD MAKE ME ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE.PILOT: A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I WOULD SHARE THE DOGMAS OF CAPTAINIA WITH ALL PEOPLES OF ALL COLORS, BUT MY ONLY CAPTIVE AUDIENCE IS SNIPPY AND EVEN WORSE, HE IS ONLY CAPTIVE BECAUSE I TIED HIM TO A COUCH WHILE HE SLEPT AND HE REFUSES TO BELIEVE IN CHURCH OF CAPTAIN BECAUSE HE CALLS HIMSELF "ATHEIST".
SUCH DIRTY WORDS HE SPEAKS. I COVERED KITTY-HAWK'S EARS. NOBODY SHOULD GROW UP TO BE LIKE SNIPPY.
JUST LOOK WHERE HE IS - TIED TO A COUCH AND YELLING OBSCENITIES.
SNIPPY SHOUTS THAT CAPTAIN IS "TROLLING YOU AND MAKING STUFF UP"
CAPTAIN LIVES NOT UNDER BRIDGES, I TELL SNIPPY.
I KNOW THINGS.
SECRET THINGS, THAT THIS SLUG IS UNAWARE OF. TROUBLESOME THINGS THAT CAPTAIN SHARED WITH
The Juiciest of Tumblrs- Tour guide and DoctorASK YOUR TUMBLR-QUESTIONZ TO :ICONSNIPPYFANCLUB: OR :ICONENGIEFANCLUB: HERE:The Juiciest of Tumblrs- Tour guide and Doctor2 years ago in Personal More Like This
AMBER SNIPPY'S FATE?I've had that dream again.AMBER SNIPPY'S FATE?3 years ago in Personal More Like This
That strange place, so distant, yet so close to my heart. Buildings as tall as mountains.
Dead structures, watching with dead eyes. Empty, vast and endless honeycombs of stone and steel. Air filled with gray ashes, always fluttering from the cloudy sky.
The black vortex opens up in the sky, descending down to the city. The vortex spiral rips the city apart, bending the air itself, feasting on light, feasting on time.
There is a lonely figure standing in the street.
No matter how hard I try to make out his or her expression, I cannot. Is there no face there at all? Or perhaps there is a million human faces there, intertwined and flickering in unison, as bright as the light of ten thousand suns?
The being stares into the abyss of the vortex.
It takes another step towards it, into the horizon of nothingness, into a place where nothing can exist.
The stones of the roadway beneath its feet crumble and flutter in t
Snippy: the end of the worldThe living scarf twisted around my neck, flowing back and forth.Snippy: the end of the world3 years ago in Personal More Like This
My neurons tingled, misfiring.
Was it numbing the pain of being compressed into a hexagonal cocoon that pressed tighter and tighter?
No, it was showing me what it could see and feel, what my limited human vision could not.
The aggregate virus bore into my body, feasting on my cells, borrowing me to expand itself, yet it did not take over completely.
I was here, no I was out there, I was a hundred trillion cells and they were ALL suddenly under my control.
It seems that our relationship status has been upgraded from "master controller/slave drive" to an "unlicensed symbiosis".
The Biomatrix served as my new eyes, letting me peer through my own skin, bones, flesh and organs, through my fireproof jacket, through the web of intertwining lights that bound us in a stasis field, through the thick, crystalline walls of the Arbitrator's spacecraft.
My vision intensified, expandi
BIOMATRIX 117: INPUT COORDINATES OF JUMPWhAT ShAlL We dO WiTh cHaRLeS SnIPpY'S rEqUEST??BIOMATRIX 117: INPUT COORDINATES OF JUMP3 years ago in Personal More Like This
To WhIcH PlaCe AnD TiMe ShOuLd The BiOmAtRiX TaKe Him?
WhErE AnD WhEn WoUlD YoU Like To SeE?
ASK SNIPPY: RUNNING AWAY?.ASK SNIPPY: RUNNING AWAY?3 years ago in Personal More Like This
YOU TOO CAN ASK SNIPPY A QUESTION RIGHT HERE:
SNIPPY: QUESTIONABLE REALITYI definitely thought about killing Captain, especially after several pranks that were pulled on me like that time when I woke up with a bucket super-glued to my head and declared "iron man".SNIPPY: QUESTIONABLE REALITY3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Or that time when Captain made a soup out of my gas mask filters because the broth needed the "Smooth flavour of Snippy" and salt wasn't available... so I had to roam the decaying shopping malls for a new pair.
Or that time when Captain pushed me into a watery abyss inside a wooden barrel to celebrate "Niagara falls day".
Have my thoughts become so compounded as to finally cause schizophrenia?
...Am I a stone throw away from becoming like Pilot, talking to pet rocks and building the Bastion of Captania out of rotting shoe boxes?
And if I were to kill Captain who would I have left?
I must have been talking out loud like those crazy hobos that lived outside the protectorate dome that communicated with radioactive rain clouds via conversations of interpretive dance, until they were consumed by a famil
Engie: awakeI felt scorching heat and vibrating pain.Engie: awake3 years ago in Personal More Like This
There was an endless buzz in my ears of massive shell-shock.
Crunching noise of the ground.
For a brief second I saw tiny mushrooms and flowers under me, but they quickly disintegrated into dust.
Impossible. Shock-Hallucinations. I haven't seen grass in so many years.
Crawl forward. Away. Away from the heat.
Farther. Come on Alex. Get up. Walk.
Something was wrong. I wasn't supposed to be alive.
...Ion Cannon interrupts all electronic impulses, no matter how small, effectively scrambling, disrupting all neural activity and shuts down the brain.
Sure, the walls of the little house protected me from the flames of ruptured atmosphere, but how is my mind still active?
Only one thing could have protected me. Something which could bend all known laws of physics at it pleased.
Could it be? The note?!
Could Seven's luck actually transfer onto others?
If this is true, then Seven could be the key to my
GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!ROMANTICALLY APOCALYPTIC production is moving to a new warehouse/studio/office next week.GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
In this sexy warehouse I will be making the comic, filming experimental youtube shorts for RA TV Live action and conducting general madness!
IF YOU LIVE IN TORONTO AREA and would like to be our INTERN / MINION / ACTOR, send me a note!
Due to requests for MOAR video stream tutorials I will be documenting the process of making RA from start to finish in the new warehouse.
Also, I will be teaching on how to become a freelance illustrator, how to work as photographer, and how to become a successful full-time webcomic artist.
Plus there will be lots of various Digital Painting and Photography workshops.
WHAT SHOULD THIS DOCUMENTARY BE CALLED? submit name ideas below!
Next RA LIVESTREAM is now online:
Feel free to register and join on the funtimes.
Charles Snippy: DreamsEntry 382:Charles Snippy: Dreams3 years ago in Personal More Like This
My personal online psychiatrist is making me narrate this nonsense down on the chip embedded in my tooth in hopes that someday I may be cured of my "incompatibility" with ANNET, or at least possibly reduce the "mild psychosis caused by work-related stress" as she calls it.
I know that it's not going to happen. The problem is something genetic and while those goons in the genetics department would love to get their machines into my brain, I prefer the lack of sleep and headaches to lobotomy.
I seen the reports on their test subjects: "total neural shut-down", "subject resists integration with the net, increasing the signal strength lead to damage to the 85% of the frontal lobe."
Call me old fashioned, but I like my brain the way it is.
I've had that day-dream again. Day-mare is more likely.
A flash-mare? Not sure what to call these, really.
The transmitter towers dotting this bloody city are making my life difficult, but not as difficult as the fact that everyone expects me t
EPIC CONTEST 02 WINNERS AND FEATURES!SUPERFEATURE ENTRIES:EPIC CONTEST 02 WINNERS AND FEATURES!3 years ago in Personal More Like This
give these guys a watch because they deserve it!
The Dramatic Life of Snippy by Kabudragon by alexiuss by :iconkabudragon:
Mr Snippy's life by Jaide-chan by alexiuss by :iconjaide-chan:
Life of Snippy by TheOrangeBrain by alexiuss by :icontheorangebrain:
The Hungry Life of Snippy by seabird by alexiuss by :iconseabird:
The Colorful Life of Snippy by Donda by alexiuss by :icondonda:
Mr Snippys life by Jadeitor by alexiuss by :iconjadeitor:
The PORTAl life of mr Snippy by gordoMedia by alexiuss by :icongordomedia:
Lots of these artists already won official RA collaborations
10 of these with most favs will go into a DA poll vote to declare 1st place winner soon!
(let me know if any super-feature entries are missing)
Other amazing entries that win journal
Devious Journal EntryRA team had zee most magical time in France.Devious Journal Entry3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Here be most tasty memories:
France peoples are great and brought captain over 50 delicious croissants!
RA team in france consisted of moi, :iconmeeshkamodel: and :iconoggyb:
Also, we hang out with :iconhumon: who flew in from Denmark and :icondetail: who flew in from London.
Special hugs go to:
:icongrimhel: :iconcaptain-x:, :icondavinarfel:
Plus toasty :iconExphrasis: and his girlfriend Lea
Also, to delicious :iconspacemoule: for being our France captein.
Check out their galleries- they're all amazing artists!
Next stop on the world tour is Connecticut, Hartford!
Peoples of Hartford, come find Captain's booth across from our friends at Explosm!
FOLLOWINGAttempting to ignore the metallic voices of common household objects that still reverberated in my head, I walked around the apartment complex in severe agitation.FOLLOWING3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Are they actually plotting to kill captain?
Did they dispose of... Pilot?
Who are they?
Why have they taken the forms of mug, straw and ladybug?
Why can I hear them?
Has the fabric of my reality completely unraveled itself?
Have I gone mad?
Surely, there is a sensible explanation for all of this.
I bet Captain recorded these voices with Pilot just to mess with my head using an audio-player and hid it in the floorboards.
Indeed! That must be it! How gullible of me...
Pfff... talking mugs!
I bet I'm going to find out a new entry in the calendar that marks today as "Household object uprising, from which only Snippy's left boot can save the day".
Captain and Engie's footsteps led out of the building, so I followed them, hoping to find explanation, clarification, anything really
I'm changing my name.That's right. I'm changing my DA name.I'm changing my name.3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I've thought long and hard and have decided to change it toooooo.......
That's right; i'm one of the few artists here on DA that seems content with my name. That; and I think changing a "brand" simply because you can, after you've spent time and energy building up an audience is f**king stupid.
I've been here for years. I've operated on the internet under "jollyjack" for longer. If I changed that now it would be monumentally confusing to people that follow my work, which, in turn, would have an effect on revenue.
There are a ton of artists here whose work I keenly follow, and I think they're kinda shooting themselves in the foot by doing this.
Kinda reminds be of those little label-making things everyone's been given on at least one Christmas as a kid: you unwrap it, you find out what it does and you spend the rest of the day punching out new tags for everything. Even if they'
How to interview a politician.A tiny snippet from Jeremy Paxman's interview with Silvio Berlusconi.How to interview a politician.11 months ago in Personal More Like This
Some might not know who Berlusconi is: he's a media tycoon, 3 time Prime Minister of Italy and is generally regarded as the face of political vice and corruption in Europe.
Many won't know who Paxman is: he's the brick that the BBC throw at people like Berlusconi. His questions being so blunt that it's nigh on impossible to wriggle out of answering them without looking more of a prat than you did at the start.
I'm pretty sure that Paxman also hates that fact that you, whoever you are, share the same planet as him:
These aren't outtakes. This stuff airs