Nothing Beside Remains

10.11.2004

FightABunny

Another character sketch from the Kingdom, this time on commission!

Shown:
*disco 'fro pick
*disco mask
*Mr. Exploiter (on necklace)
*Sneaky Pete's breath spray (on necklace)
*dead guy's watch (on necklace)
*Mr. Shirt
*roll in the hay
*arrow from star crossbow (in the bunny head)
*Blood-Faced Volleyball familiar (with palm frond toupee)
*This is in the Villa, the Mob Penguin-owned chat channel for the wealthy.

Hope you like it, FaB. Leave some comments or PM me with suggestions, changes or "I spent 20 million meat on this WHY?"

Pencil on paper, avatar edited in Photoshop.

10.10.2004

OzzyOzzy

This is a drawing of my character from the Kingdom of Loathing. I'm a level 14 Accordion Thief. If you haven't played it, KoL is a brilliant online game that can be found here: http://www.kingdomofloathing.com

In the picture:
*Ridiculously Huge Sword
*enchanted eyepatch
*frilly skirt
*arrrgyle socks
*obligatory yet indeterminate Girly Drink, complete with little paper umbrella to honor the Great Ess Capay

I like this version better. Amazing what a little cut-n-paste can do.

Both pics are colored pencil. The background, text and finishing were done in Photoshop.

10.09.2004

Anticheese!

...a collector is me!

Donators:
Zair, Squeezybabe, Sealh8r, Darryn, DogMa1, mykingdomforafallacy, sibbysong, saladbarandstuff, spinarooniesucka, kidmans7yearitch, Pastamama, HardcoreDiscoBabe, PumpkinEve, Carenath, Luren, Tonu, DMag, Dill_Dough, carmine, BooDHa, Elp, Lord Cheese, Saxylady, artsychick (I won a radio contest!), Penguin Mafia, Point_of_Star, GrizzledTaintMcdermott, Aprocalypse, Mystery, MickelPickel, Tudlow, mandolin, Pixelwitch, suzika, Poncho the Sane, Caesar K, Duskyblue, Mme_Defarge, blanu, MaxinesPops, Pixel Switch, Qooroo, GrizzledTaintMcdermott, Kareth...

Thanks for feeding the obsession!

10.07.2004

Jobberknoll

First in an upcoming series of magical creatures from the world of Harry Potter.

Pencil, with Photoshop coloring. Creature description from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scammander.

10.05.2004

It's a carburetor, if you know what I mean...

The monolithic black Expedition cornered sharply into the parking lot. The besuited driver hurried outside to open the rear door for Senator Smith. The secret service agents exited their generic government-issue sedans and marched silently to take up their defensive positions on the perimeter of the body shop.

The driver had already disappeared around the corner of the cinderblock building to sneak a cigarette–a vice of which his boss vocally disapproved. Jefferson Smith glided toward the covered garage, not sparing even a glance toward the agents who would willingly leap in front of a bullet for him. A suppressed smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as he gave the slightest of nods to the man who was rising from beneath an evilly orange Dodge Dart.

"Doug."

Douglas Spaulding grinned hugely, flashing a gold front tooth and wiped his palms on his coveralls. "Your Senatorship." He extended a still-greasy hand.

Smith suppressed a sigh. The man was vile, but alas, someone he needed as a friend rather than an enemy. He forced a smile. "A pleasure, as always, Doug."

"How's the campaign going?"

"Well," he said. "As well as can be expected, what with...recent events. But that's not why I'm here, is it?"

Spaulding's eyes brightened with anticipation. "Engine trouble, sir?" he drawled. "I reckon I might be able to help you with that."

"Yes, I know. That's why I came to you." Smith's Armani loafer tapped the garage floor. "I have a problem..." He trailed off.

The expert took over, not missing a beat. "It sounds like trouble with your carburetor. See it all the time. Y'see, one part goes sour, and it just fucks the whole operation right up."

"Yes, that's it precisely. This...carburetor...is causing a great deal of trouble for me."

"Well, it'll have to go, yeah?"

"Yes."

"I can get rid of it for you. It'll cost a pretty penny, but I guarantee that you'll never have carburetor trouble again."

"Cost is not an issue. This problem must be rectified."

"Excellent." The gold tooth flashed again. "So...down to business. Who sold you this here carburetor?"

"A newspaper reporter by the name of Carlos Pica. He covers the Washington beat for the Times."

"Right then, y'all have the payment? I only take payment up front, see?"

"The payment has been, ah, transfered your account." The senator glanced uneasily at the nearest bodyguard, who was standing at parade rest next to a gas pump.

Spaulding pretended not to notice the growing sweat stains on his customer's shirt, or the perspiration that dotted the palms of his hands. "It's been a real pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Honorable Senator!" He made to shake Smith's hand, but the politician merely raised a one sculptured eyebrow. After a long and awkward moment, the mechanic lowered his extended arm.

Jefferson Smith cleared his throat meaningfully, and the driver scurried back towards the SUV, flicking his cigarette butt aside. The agents returned to their sedan only after their charge was safely behind bulletproof glass and Kevlar panels. They had both noticed that the mechanic had never once looked at the Expedition, but they said nothing.

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