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A Collaborative strip between :iconthechamba: and Myself, that will feature the both of us with my girlfriend ~itskanoe along with a few of our friends (some of which happen to be our neighbors ~hyori and ~j0shimitsu)

So I'm not the best exterminator, BUT If it had been a spider I mighta just let the cat kill it.

-FoO
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Title:
“Ghost Thread - Postman of Acheron” (ゴーストスレッド -三途の川の郵便屋-)

Alternative Title:
“A Man, a Plan, a Canal - Panama”

Jakob Knaves was horrified when a letter showed up one day at his house with no return address - the contents being a curse from an unknown sender. According to the letter, there was only one way for the recipient to protect himself and his household from the fate described within: to make 15 copies of the document and distribute them to 15 people within the time allotted.

Jakob knew what he had to do, and wasted no time. He transcribed the 15 copies to parchment by hand and set out that very night to spare his younger siblings the misfortunes that might visit them. One by one, he nailed the cursed parchments to the sides of his neighbors’ houses by lantern-light. As he was nailing the 13th copy to the side of one particular house, its occupant emerged from the door.

“Hey! What are you doing there?”

Jakob was quick to apologize. “I’m sorry, sir; I know your probably sleeping-”

And this was his mistake, for he did not know that this man was a Grammar Nazi (whose ears can hear even the differences in spelling of heterographs), and this misuse of the word “your” would be his last. Before Jakob could finish, the Nazi procured a firearm and punctuated him in the head, dropping him to the ground. His assailant then dragged his body into the nearby canal and let him loose into the currents.

This canal also happened to be where old content from a series of tubes known as the Internet is dumped out. Jakob’s body was covered in all sorts of junk, from tinypics to midi files of TV shows from the 80’s. But most importantly, he was tangled up in old forum threads - one of which was necro’d just as he was passing from the canal into the River Styx.

Jakob was brought back to life, but only part-way. He is now stuck in a limbo, confined to hopping between necro threads lest he fall back into death. His only goal now is to find a thread that connects back to the Grammar Nazi who killed him, and to follow it to his house and finish posting that poster that he left half-nailed.

Perhaps then he can at least save his family from seven years of bad luck in romance.
(SPOILER: Nope! He is too late.)
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Sorry guys, it’s been a while since I wrote something like this, hasn’t it? Anyhow, I hope you like it!

This one was drawn entirely in SAI, though I did all the sketchwork in Flash. I still feel like my painting is very rough, but I also feel like I’m gradually getting there. But every time I see part of it looking splotchy and uneven, I’m reminded of my work from like 8 years ago (which is about the time I was still experimenting with raster painting) and I facepalm. And then I go “ouch!” because I am holding a stylus in my hand.

IT IS GOOD TO WEAR GLASSES, MY FRIENDS.

Made in PaintTool SAI
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Girl: "Hey, I'm at the swamp. Where are you guys?"
Friend: "Swamp?? What are you doing there?"
Girl: "Didn't you say we were gonna meet at the swamp?"
Friend: "Nooo, I said swap meet."
Girl: "Huh. Well, I-"
Marshall: "HEYY CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOUu"

And that is the story of how the swamp treant Marshall Scumwood filled his SD card with blurry pictures of a human girl.


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I wanted to submit one more picture for the year (and at least one for the month of December), so here it is! I realized that I haven't made a "silly art" deviation since February, and that just would not do.
In addition to that, I wanted to keep practicing my painting (I will never get better unless I do), so this one was done without the aid of Flash (except for initial sketches). It's still really rough and sloppy, but...I'll get the hang of it one day. ONE DAY.
:shakefish:

PSA: Marshall did the right thing today in asking permission for a photo before taking it. However, he did not wait for a "yes" before proceeding, and that* is what makes Marshall Scumwood...a Scumbag.
*that, and chasing her through the swamp and generally being terrifying and sometimes making frog sounds (but that might have just been the frog so it's not that creepy if you knew there really was a frog)

Made in Manga Studio 5

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Arbalest is a pirate gunner's daughter who was accidentally left behind on an air island after they had concluded a raid (her father is very negligent). By the time the crew realized she was missing, it had already been several weeks (very negligent) and no one could remember when they had last seen her, so they're having a hard time of figuring out where to look. They might not even be trying, actually, since apparently nobody cared enough to notice she was missing for so long... *emo emo*

So now she spend her days on this island as a leech on a pastoral community. The locals do their best to ignore her, but she keeps eating their ruined produce and trying to be part of everything. She is like the annoying kid sister of the island who somehow manages to thrive despite everyone's attempts to get her to leave. How they expect her to do that is a mystery, as there are no airships on the island. Perhaps they are just hoping that the pirates will come back one day and take her back with them. Good luck with that, everyone!

But in spite of her unearned unpopularity, Arbalest does have one pretty cool specialty: she can throw an arrow pretty hard. Perhaps not as far or as accurately as her namesake can, but she could probably wreck a bird from a good distance. This ability is a secret, though.

Because nobody pays attention when she's trying to show off. *emo emo*

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This is my first painted work in a long time (I don't count my previous submission as a "paint" job since it used pretty much the same techniques I used in Flash). The last time I tried digital painting was probably...six years ago? I like to imagine I've learned some things during my ventures in Flash and while envying *joodlez's work - namely, that separation of colors is important! Being able to blend colors shouldn't mean I blend all the colors. Otherwise I just get this muddy / noisy piece. Hopefully, moving forward I will continue to learn when to color sharp & flat, and when to color soft & smooth.

Made in SAI
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What is he agreeing with? This!

This was born from a recurring error in execution of the word "definitely." But now you can see what it looks like to side with someone against their wishes!

I call this man Edfried Jones. He is a defiant but cooperative man of the court. I suppose he could fit into the world of Ganbare Bengoshi-san? He would play the role of the ambiguous rival who is kind of opposing them but also at the same time helping them and AUGH WHAT THE HELL MAN

I tried to make this dude like an old battle manga character, with spiky hair and spiky sideburns and everything.

Made in Flash
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Here's the first four pages of Skull Chaser. I had a blast concepting and drawing this out. And Ironically I drew page 4 the day Giger died. His spirit must've passed through my studio on the way to where ever it was going.

Story and art by me, colors by Bob Shelline. www.bobshelline.com/

Read the comic here: skullchaser.com/

Support the comic here: www.patreon.com/jakeparker

Thanks!
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Finals are approaching.





I'd like to leave it at that, but I also feel that I should explain this a bit. So at the dorm cafeteria (Elliott's the awesome dude who swipes me in) you're allowed to take out two cookies, a pastry, or an ice cream.

But what I really wanted was cream cheese to eat with my crackers.

So I devised the devilish plan of putting cream cheese in a cone and bringing it out with me casually as though it were a legitimate iced cream. During the course of fashioning the cheese into something that'd look like soft serve, I noticed that it was quite adhesive, and played with the idea of smashing it against my glasses several times. But of course then I'd get skin flakes all over my cheese, and only very few people like that.

So I drew this picture out of curiosity and the fact that I know that quite a good number of you are, in fact, bedridden with madness. If you can't read what's written up there, that's because I wrote it entirely with my left hand. Anyhow, it says:

"No, that's the beauty of it, Elliott! You see, ice cream would just fall off, but this - this, my friend, is CREAM CHEESE."

Made in Flash
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What's this? A horizontal 3 panel comic? "John has gone off his rocker!" you must all be shouting. But I assure you, all is well with me and my rocks. Besides, does this look like the work of a mad man?

Speaking of which, I used the same left-handed writing technique for the Turnip's speech, though a little more carefully as I wanted it to be more legible than gooky.

So anyhow, here you have it folks: the match you've all been waiting for. Finally we know who prevails between the mythical Man-eating Turnip and the fabled Turnip-eating Woman Who Can Hide Six Pounds of Hair Under a Baseball Cap. I'm sure you're all shocked, aren't you?

Made in Flash

EDIT: No, I wasn't thinking of Lord of the Rings when I made this. I was actually thinking of Earthworm Jim, but...oh, just don't ask.
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Sheriff Landers has caught up to Old Redd, who made off in a steam rocket with a barrel of Mrs. Clark’s moonshine. Redd is being charged with theft, assault with a firearm, and improper conduct in the presence of a lady. He is facing up to 20 years in prison, a twelve dollar fine, and a belly full of buckshot.

The sheriff is venting plasma from his right arm pretty badly, but he’ll be fine if he can get this shot off and incapacitate the red giant so he can tend to his wound. But the question is: can he hit a large, bright, stationary target in the open from less than 7 meters away with a shotgun?

Only time will tell (SPOILER: the answer is yes).


Landers & Redd are both specimens of a space-faring people I call "Novakid," which is a no-good race of humanoid gas-bags. If you want to read more about them, I made an info dump full of fake facts in a thread here: [link]

I came up with this idea by looking as ~Suweeka’s sketch of aliens, and then from listening to too much Old Joe Clark. Then I was like "OMG PUT COWBOY HAT ON STAR PEOPLE" and lo and behold, it was done. The space genre can only benefit from more cowboys, in my opinion.

This was a fun exercise in lighting. At one point I was thinking to myself "wait, if these guys are glowing, why isn't any light showing through their clothes?" and then I settled for their clothes being made of lead or something. I'm sure there's tons of bad science in this picture, like coats and gases billowing in a near-vacuum.

Made in Flash (characters & train) & SAI (background)


UPDATE: these guys are goin' into a game! Yeehaw!
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Haha, I'm so punny :iconlolzcatplz:
I've got plenty of time now so I drew a strip, it's been awhile, yeah?
Hope you like it :3
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