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The Dragonboy Prophecy: Chapter 1


The Dragonboy Prophecy: Chapter 1

The human boy would grow up nicely, to a nice human family, as Angelicus had prayed. He was given the name Ezekiel "Zeke" Donati. His family and friends would call him Zeke because it was shorter. Ezekiel grew up with the things that typical human boys grew up with. What he loved most were video games but also learning about astronomy and space travel. He wondered if there was life out there somewhere. He was more into sci-fi media as opposed to fantasy. He was really into Star Wars, Star Trek, and many more. Zeke grew up in a Catholic family, and he was dragged to church every Sunday. The church was strict, the kind of church that thought dragons were the devil's creatures and thought silly games like Dungeons and Dragons invoked the real casting of spells and caused demonic possession. As Zeke grew much older, he'd think about all that and come to realize how silly that was. High school was when he wasn't really into religion anymore, and found friends to play Dungeons and Dragons

I Appreciate You

I Appreciate You

I know my last comic submission was weeks ago and i fell behind quite a bit. I've been pretty absent and inactive even though i promised i was going to be quite the opposite. Between trying to find a real job, build up a proper portfolio and website, preparing to move into a new home, looking to sell my car for a new one, getting used to new medications while trying to get into a proper sleep schedule, DA, FA, and discord were put on the back burner. I want to thank all my watchers-- whoever is still here-- for being patient with me. I want next year to be different. So, thank you all very much for being awesome and patient, i truly apprec


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King William Land

It's dreadfully cold up here, cold and barren.

April 30, 1847. Ship lies groaning & straining in the ice off King William Island. On a whim, I brought out my maps of Arctic Canada, only to discover that the Admiralty had provided me with maps of Polynesia — an unfortunate error.

May 2, 1847. Sore gums & loose teeth indicate that many of the crew have scurvy, so I spoke out against this nefarious French disease & initiated tango lessons and likewise bench pressing of the ship’s spittoons to ward it off.

May 3, 1847. Ship still mired in the ice. The bosun, in the midst of a tango maneuver, fell overboard, went through the ice, & was promptly torn to shreds by a school of man-eating isobars. Bloody Arctic!

May 5, 1847. Dreamt Lady Jane came for a visit & asked, “Sir John, why are you late to supper?” “I’m looking for the Northwest Passage, dear,” I told her. “But you can’t eat the Northwest Passage, can you?” she replied ominously, then vanished.

May 8, 1847. Lost three men today, one to scurvy, another to terminal gingivitis, & yet another to ennui. To make matters worse, the steward told me, in his inimitable fashion, “we ain’t got no more elevenses for you, sir.” How can I captain this expedition without my elevenses?

May 11, 1847. The cook extremely upset over our empty larders. Says there isn’t even any solder left inside our food tins. “Hang in there, old chap,” I told him, but the roar of the wind in the ship’s rigging garbled my words, & he tried to hang himself. At least the men are still obeying my orders.

May 12, 1847. Dense fog. We can’t even see the ship’s prow, much less a possible shortcut to the Orient.

May 14, 1847. We’re totally out of crumpets, so I had to feed Cedric a few forlorn scraps of hardtack. Not surprisingly, he squawked in protest.

May 15, 1847. Took bearings & discovered that, instead of corpulent, I am now merely portly. Remarkable that I can now ascend the mast-head as well as descend from it.

May 17, 1847. Men shivering almost constantly, & their beards are hung with icicles, as the Admiralty somehow has seen fit to supply us with tuxedos & cummerbunds rather than parkas. Wrote a letter of protest to the First Lord, then such was my hunger that I proceeded to eat it.

May 27, 1847. Several Savages with prognathous jaws visited the ship today. They brought us a batch of pemmican eggs. Alas, all rotten. Must have been laid before the great pemmican migration south. In return, we gave each of the Savages a tuxedo & cummerbund.

May 29, 1847. More misfortune — one of the crew, doubtless a petty officer, has eaten poor Cedric! I said to Fitzjames, “Find the bounder responsible for this & give him a taste of the cat.” “Sorry, sir,” Fitzjames told me, “but we’ve already eaten the ship’s cat.”

May 31, 1847. Lieutenant Orme, a clean-shaven fellow except for his clump of grizzled whiskers, broke into my cabin & consumed the contents of my chamber pot, then began singing “Rule, Brittania.” I put him in the section of the sick bay reserved for nutters.

June 5, 1847. Weary of being mired in ice, we abandoned ship & began making our way to Back’s Fish River, thence, we hope, to England’s green & pleasant land. The men carried me in a sedan chair. Two days into our journey, I realized I’d forgotten my robe & slippers, so we marched back to the ship.

June 8, 1847. Abandoned the ship a second time. Curiously, my sedan chair seems to have disappeared, & I’m now being manhauled in a sledge filled with towels, kettles, sail-maker’s palms, porcelain cups, bedding, checkerboards, our portative organ, longboats, etc.

June 9, 1847. Met a group of Savages & asked them using signs for the route to Back’s Fish River. They fled in terror when Fitzjames produced a loud blast of flatulence. “Sorry, sir,” he said, “but starvation seems not to agree with me.”

June 10, 1847. Longboats abandoned owing to the terrestrial aspect of the land.

June 12, 1847. Dr. Goodsir, our surgeon, tried to enliven things by asking us which vegetable the Admirably forbade us to take on board the Erebus. Answer: Leeks! Only Goodsir himself laughed at this feeble joke, & as he did, several of his teeth loosened in his gums, then fell into the snow.

June 13, 1847. What a nuisance! I seem to have left my monogrammed cutlery & all my medals on the Erebus, so we had no choice but to march back to the ship, which was now a sorry sight — both the fore & aft decks were covered with a thick coat of scurvy.

June 14, 1847. A blizzard has kept us on the ship, so I began working on a talk to be given tomorrow at tea-time. Key sentences include: Eat your boots, men. They’re quite tasty. Give me a nice fresh boot over steak-and-kidney pie any day.

June 15, 1847. Hallo, what’s this? Fitzjames has barged into my cabin without a knock. “Sir John,” he says, brandishing his cutlass, “the men & I have made an important decision. The cabin boy is lean & emaciated, while you…”

Favourite Visual Artist
H. R. Giger, Salvador Dali...
Favourite Movies
Hellraiser,Alien quardiology,Predator triology,AvP1/2, They live, Full metal jacket, Re-ANIMATOR, Evil dead, Army of darkness, Maniac Cop Triology,Apocalypse now, Deathwatch, Master and Commander,Stalingrad,Das Boot, Stosstrup 1917,...
Favourite TV Shows
Red Dwarf, Black Adder, Verdun, M*A*S*H*, Born to kill,...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Rolling Stones, LAIBACH, KMFDM, Tankard, Sodom, Rammstein, Mozart, Boccerini, Wagner, Shostakovic, Tchaikovsky, Raubtier, Sabaton, Cybernetika, etc.
Favourite Books
All Quiet on western Front, Don den Ivan Denisovć, Mertvye dushi, Bloody mountain, The Good Soldier Svejk and His Fortunes in the World War, ....
Favourite Writers
H. P. Lovecraft, Leo Kessler, Daniel Defoe, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Franz Kafka, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Jaroslav Hašek, Goran Tribuson, ....
Favourite Games
Skyrim, Oblivion, System shock 1 & 2 NecroVisioN (1 and LC), Victoria II, NTW, 1916 Der Unbekante Krieg, ...
Favourite Gaming Platform
Tools of the Trade
Steyer M95, KK 98mm, arisaka type 99, C98, Nambu T 14, M16, Ak 47...

Der 2 1/2 Monatschau

Der 2 1/2 Monatschau

1. The Esegvar offensive (Fall Essegwar/ Essegvar Offenzíva) Yea I finally did it. I am a uni student! I am going to study German (language and literature) and English (language and literature). So I FINALLY accomplished something in my life. It is not my number one choice (that was the art academy) but hey life around the old parts was always a bit less than fair. 2. La Rue Sans Joie But that's nothing yet. Thousands have enrolled only to fail their first semester. I will have to either travel or find myself a room in the big city (I am not naming the city the uni is located no matter what). But that's all fine. I can deal with that.
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