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Hey guys, I've been working on an original series over the past few months and would love to find an artist to collaborate with to either self publish or work towards a submission for Image. Obviously I'm willing to pay for time spent if the artist is willing to commit.

The series is about a character known simply in the world as The Villain, a middle aged, middle class type who had everything in life that most people strive for, a good job, an attractive family and a stable existence. But of course for some that just isn't enough so when our protagonist hits his midlife crisis with a bang he doesn't go the usual route of impulse spending or affair hopping but dons a costume and tries to commit the first genuine act of costumed, comic book supervillainy. But of course this being a world grounded in reality he is immediately caught and thrown into prison. A place he originally hopes will be a "finishing school" for his malevolent intentions though from the first night something wholly unexpected begins to happen, he becomes rehabilitated.

The first issue opens with him on release day 15 years later and shows him desperately trying to resume his normal life as best he can while showing flashbacks to his time in San Castrigo Supermax. We quickly learn however that his mistakes have caused massive ripples in this world. In the time he was away his highly publicized story has inspired countless others to put on masks and try their hand at crime with increasingly devastating results and as a retaliation a whole other subsection of society have risen up to fight this new wave of costumed terrorism with heroism, something the population and officials of the city have accepted as the only way to fight this epidemic. And at the center of it all is our Villain, a man who more than anything else just wants to reconnect with his estranged son. But in a world where every hero wants to make a name for themselves by defeating the progenitor of evil, every villain wants him to join their side and every bad decision in between it's going to be a hell of a road to travel.

So if anyone wants to join me in exploring deeper the world where a man simply cannot outrun the mistakes of his past and his reputation has left him with not even a real name to be recognized than I would love for anyone to get in touch.

I have a full second draft of the first issue written as well as plotlines that could run for as many as 12 issues though it could only be strengthened by a good collaboration and also to finally begin to realize this world visually would be my wildest dream.

Thanks for reading guys and I hope that even though what I've written is a very basic and uninvolved synopsis of all this that it makes some of you curious enough to wanna read more. If anyone would like to have a read of the script even just for feedback I would be more than happy to send it out.

Cheers Christian.

Couldn't agree more guys, I wouldn't let someone who put in some good time go unrewarded especially if what they do turns into a product and helps us out, I just thought that would be something best negotiated one on one with an artist if they found any interest in the idea. 

Hey gang,
     I'm one part of a young Bristol Drum and Bass collective called Liquifyah. We're currently in the process of kickstarting up our business and are expanding into posters, t-shirts and the like to promote the business and the gigs we put on. We recently held a night at the Exchange that housed such DnB royalty as BCee and Loz Contreras.

So what I propose if any talented so-n-so's have any time to spare if they'd like to throw some designs that we'll use on posters, shirts and the like. The crazier the better and the best design will definitely end up on a shirt and plastered all over Bristol town.

And obviously anyone who wants to submit and is local to Bristol will definitely get thrown some free tickets to our next event (we're planning a HUGE one for the end of the year).

Thanks for taking the time to read guys. Love to ya'll.



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Thanks for the info buddy. Oh and hey if this is Owen from PJTM I think we have a mutual friend in Rob CD over here in Glastonbury ways. He told me about you and your book and said he would send some of my work over to you sometime which I'll most likely do myself very soon anyway. Cheers again for helping out though the silence is a bit of a torture.

I figure I'll throw in the full synopsis as well for a bit of context...

At a modest shopping superstation that floats amongst the tide of an intersolar freeway the new craze has landed. Affordable, low resource, while-you-wait cloning has become the highest selling product in every sector from Gomorrah 4 to Teflon Gamma, thanks in no small part to humanitarian policies on replicated persons being virtually non-existent. To say this has had an unprecedented effect on stellar statistics would be a gross understatement; S.D Class crimes (sado-destructive) have dropped 6 million units in the last cycle, same cell relationships (as their commonly called) are up to a staggering 150.000 to every billion, unemployment is at its highest since the Great Disintegration and the Norvokian Slave Trade has become all but obsolete. And it's stores such as this superstation's MEPLICATE PLUS where this revolution is taking place, one discount hyperspurned stem cell at a time.

At the store entrance usual sights are on display, excited new lovers leaving hand in hand alongside laserbound chain gangs while a smattering of dispossessed protesters loiter to the side. Inside an unassuming customer stands at the counter while the Alvarian customer servant runs through the standard product options. After the questions are all asked and answered with "no" the order is marked as a "Cottonbud Combo" and sent to the Wombporium for construction. The servant offers thanks and tells the customer to take his craft around to collection bay 237 in ten minutes to pick up his new purchase. He goes and passes the time with an ice cream.

Meanwhile in the Wombporium life is born. A fledgling organism is digitally stimulated into full maturity and consciousness breaks into new life, life that feels like a large room with only a tiny light on. Two teenage clonery clerks march in, hose the new product down, brush him off, stamp his model number on his arm and dress him in the company logo. Job done. Outside in the collection bay the customer sits in his Astrocruiser as the clerks load the merchandise from a sack truck into the side seat. The customer offers a wry, callous smile to his acquisition who smiles back unreservedly then goes on to stare out the window, awing at the open expanses of space for the first time as it flies by.

Product #3501-K (limited warranty) is then introduced to his new home, a shiny plastic cell occupied only by a handful of mangled corpses. Then as quickly as it all began a new world of pain and torture is introduced and life for the clone becomes that of a living plaything locked in a polyethylene nightmare. Then one night the clone catches a face reflecting at him in a pool of blood, a face that inspires something in his dim little mind, something bright and uncontrollable. Understanding sparks into being and what was once an impression of helpless inferiority becomes one of dangerous equality. But once the torture ends and freedom begins what's a store bought being to do that knows nothing but violence? 

Hey guys, girls, sentient planetoids and literary sludge compositions, this is my first time sliding my moist buttocks off the precipice and starting down the deep dark spiral that is 2000AD foruming. I've just begun my journey into the surefire financial success story that is comic writing and where better to begin than in the fine company of you creative geniuses that I have so long admired from afar. I dunno what is deemed appropriate for posting on here especially with scripts that have already been sent to the almighty Tharg but I wanted to post a little bit of my work on here to get a some varied and more expedient feedback and maybe find some like minded freaks to connect with over our shared unhealthy passions. So without further ado is the first page from my very first completed script that was sent to the sludge pile a few weeks ago. I've got a few more on the burners at the moment as well so if the collective would like I'll have more incoming for your critical eyes.

So here for your scrutiny and pleasure is the first page of my first work. Double You: A Hundred Hurts. Thanks for checking it out and may Tharg have mercy on your hides.

PAGE ONE

1) Two bustling streams of interstellar traffic flow in opposite directions, parting in the
middle around a planet sized Shopping Superstation. The Superstation is covered in
alien logos, parking signs and advertisements such as a billboard for "DermaDuo:
Say Hello to Your Second Skin" that shows a reptilian model peeling off her scales to
reveal perfectly smooth skin.

VOICE 1:
Did you have any preferences on cognitive and motor development?

VOICE 2:
No

VOICE 1:
What about memory or recognition?

VOICE 2:
No.

2) Establishing Shot of the shop front of MEPLICATE PLUS. The store has a 21st
century aesthetic with minimalist, clinical design. The prominent logo shows two
matching faces silhouetted against each other, forming a shape reminiscent of an
apple. This all juxtaposes heavily with the shops on either side which have much more
alien looks to them. Leaving the store are two mirror image women strolling hand in
hand and staring lovingly into each others eyes alongside a row of confused, samefaced
slaves all bound by heavy laser shackles and being led out by a master whose
visage is hidden behind a veil. Loitering off to the side are a handful of rag-tag
protesters of mixed species smoking and holding signs like "One of Me is Bad
Enough", "My Clone Took My Job" and "God Hates Clones".

VOICE 1:
Did you have any special needs or requests with your order?

VOICE 2:
No.

3) At the check-out counter we see a customer wearing the kinds of clothes that
scream of an effort to be inconspicuous. Opposite him is the customer servant; a tall,
graceful looking alien dressed in company garb that has a quasi-religious look to it.
She stands with a tablet in her hand which she pokes at with a quill.

CUSTOMER SERVANT:
In that case would you be interested in our Cottonbud Combo today? It's our most
affordable and inhibited custom package.

CUSTOMER:
Cottonbud?

4) Close up of the servant and her professional, gleaming smile.

CUSTOMER SERVANT:
They grow quickly, stay soft and are good for harvesting.

CUSTOMER:
That will do just fine.

5) The customer remains blank faced. The customer servant indicates to a machine
next to them that looks much like a photo booth but with a dizzying array of tubes and
gizmos running from the back of it up to the ceiling.

CUSTOMER SERVANT:
Great! Now if you'll step over to the MEreader we'll be all set to process your order at
the wombporium. Then in ten minutes take your craft to collection bay 237 for pick up.

6) The customer sits on a bench in the middle of the food court eating an ice-cream,
his hand wrapped in a bloody bandage.

CAPTION:
"Thank you and have a nice day."

To be continued...