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Love the use of shadows Jase. Adds a sort of Film Noir look to some of your panels.

Must admit it will help me. Got something pencilled out but still to scan it in and colour up. Might miss the monthly brain blitz though.

What a chilling set up. I sincerely hope it's not based on real life though!

Perhaps (plug plug) the powers that be should commission 'Meg Shocks' a series of 5-6 page short stories so new writers/artists/drunkards can get paid for doodling and not have to get up early in the morning to go to work.

In no way is this a rip off of Tharg's Future Shocks oh dear me no...

On the Horror Channel they used to have 'Goodmorning Psychic.'

I kid you not.

NNNNNNOOOOOO Proudhuff!

Constructive criticism is the lifeblood of art. If Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa with a fag in her mouth and nobody said anything we'd have the worst advertisement for lung disease ever painted instead of the world famous classic.

Get that Wacom out the bin this minute johnnystress and get wacking the black stuff! 

[Dredd]

Robert Patrick or even the Guv'ner Arnie would have been both good as Dredd. Liquid metal Judges! There's a story line there for someone to explore. 

I always think 'heavy duty urban commando' when I think of Dredd. The closest I seem to get to my filmic vision of old granite face in the Mega City is the 8 minute 'Halo' short allegedly made by LOTR's Peter Jackson as test film for the proposed Halo Movie. I like the sort of hand held camera feel to things particularly in the urban conflict bits. Change the Brutes for Street scum and your almost there.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6g1yyWEfks

Very good.

Cracker! Everything about it from the vicious rain to the jaggedy branches of the tree's screams something wicked this way comes.

Yep great stuff. I particularly admire the Zombie Nazi on your blog but that's just me.

It was a reference to Big Tam the Milkman aka Sir Sean Connery.

BIG Tam the Milkman? I'll never see a James Bond film the same way now. 

Love the expressive linework johnnystress particular on the 'shady cat' lurking in the top right corner.

[DANTE's Blind Date.]

Forgive me Victor.

                          DANTE's Blind Date.



Nicholi staggered against the staircase wall half spilling the flagon of Ale he was carrying and tried to recall instruction the lady had given him. Her room was  where? The second tier or was it fifth tier above him. He chuckled softly too himself.

'Dante you old (hic) fox, you.'

Drunk but happy he  looked about him. The walls of the Church loomed over him and he marvelled at how the architects of this most primitive age had constructed such a building that dominated the surrounding landscape. It was the first thing he noticed when he and  the two Imperial Guardsman had 'landed' as they winked into this time stream from Romanov Palaces secret  Laboratory.  Nicholi by pure chance had foiled the Romanov's ultimate escape plan to travel back into the past and remake their future here on Earth.

He slew the troopers quickly and waited for rescue but he already knew that the amount of energy required to split the time stream was phenomenal and it might be many hours before he could return so he decided to venture to the nearest town. Perhaps there might be some interesting diversions.  

It had a strange name. NOTRE DAME.

He saw HER immediately inside the tavern. She carried two enormous jugs before her-and two flagons of Ale as well. He had now trouble buying the locals favours. Gold from whatever age was a friend to all men and as the party turned merrier she soon sat on his lap and whispered her name in his ear.  

Er, yes. Her name. What was it again? Emmra?, Tessa?

'Whatever!' smirked Nicholi and he found his way up the stairs and slipped inside the slightly ajar door. Inside the darkened room he saw a figure covered in a blanket. A musky, burnt smell assailed him but his lust ( and other things) were up and  tearing off his clothes he flung himself onto the bed.

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He woke. Suffice to say he couldn't't quite remember what had taken place but it was obviously the most blinding sex ever in history.  He turned to kiss his lover's mouth and -!

Screaming with shock and horror Nicholi leaped from the bed swords drawn. (oo, er missus!)

The bloated, fat face looked into his as the shambling horror farted it's large bulk off the bed to stand (God no) naked before him. It's drooling lips grinned insanely as it advanced with a lustful glint in it's eye.

Horrified Nicholi knew precisely what it wanted and suddenly in a flash he remembered the woman's name. Had he been that drunk to mistake this for her?

'ESMERALDA?!' he shouted sickened that he'd even touched the creature let alone...!

The  horror shook it's head and came on arms outstretched.

'NNOO!' it slobbered, 'QUASIMODO!!'

The Pacific campaign was horrendous bloodbath. Tarawa was a fortress of death with overlapping kill zones truly nightmarish and I still can't believe what Allied troops went through aboard the Japanese Hell ships.

Many men lost their minds and crawled about in the absolute darkness armed with knives, attempting to kill people in order to drink their blood or armed with canteens filled with urine and swinging them in the dark. The hold was so crowded and everyone so interlocked with one another that the only movement possible was over the heads and bodies of others.[4]