Novi Film

I tako mene ponekad zamole da napravim poster, a ja sam toliko lijen da trejsam fotografije s tabletom umjesto da ih nacrtam kako treba. U ovom slucaju, NLO-i su barem nacrtani posteno. Tj. nisu, nacrtan je jedan, a dva su kopi-pejstana.

Demon

Malo zajebancije s tabletom. U 2 ujutro. Nakon 3 piva. Neke ljude navodno puca inspiracija kad su pod 'utjecajem'. Mene ocito ne.

Mr Loddington Goes to Work

The smog had cleared that morning - which is a rather uncommon thing to happen in Metropolis - and so Mr Loddington decided to take his batcycle instead of the usual line 315 for Stockstead Station. Only he forgot that it was a Sunday.

Steampunk

Soon in Technicolor™!

Bard!

Not quite the guy in the picture, but I'm considering playing a bard.

DiTerlizzi-inspired

I really admire the work that diTerlizzi has put into Planescape. It may seem nothing special to some, but he's a big inspiration to me, and I love his simple, yet effective style.

Time Machine

Ironično, evo još jedan za CRŠ 2008. Ali nije nešto originalan, furam se (pod)svjesno na Darija Kukića. :)

Another Chance

Another unfinished story here, and I was actually halfway done (8 pages intended), and had even had a finished script and sketched pages.









I was doing this for the CRŠ 2008 festival (Funny Comics Show), because the CRŠ 2007 catalogue claimed the next topic would be "time machine." As months passed, there appeared to be no further news of whether there was even going to be a festival, let alone any deadline for comics submissions. So I delayed, and eventually quit. Mainly because I was dissatisfied with the last page; I made a lot of mistakes (hands in panels 3 and 4, for example, annoyed me a lot), wasn't so sure about the story any more, and I was altogether demotivated in the end. :( I can so easily find reasons to quit doing something like this, and of course I regret it later.

Return of the Mothballs

Well, this is slightly newer... only two years old. It was intended to be only six pages, and yet I quit.





One of the reasons that I never finished this was because I didn't like the second page as much as the first, and thought of redoing it, but never found the will to bother. Or continue regardless. The idea was sort of a parody on Lovecraft. It's the future, the world is ruined, and the rulers of the world (who also happen to be cultists) decide it is time to summon their lord and master: Oggsogoth, the Tentacled Dreadfulness From The Backstage Universe of Doom. Once they sacrifice some virgins and bathe themselves in their blood, completing the summoning ritual, Oggsogoth arrives; but he is not what they had expected. As it happens, the race of Backstage Denizens has evolved from their vile beginnings of millennia ago, and has decided that they are better off without all the cultists and blood and pentacles, having devoted their immortal lives to peaceful meditation. Oggsogoth expresses his sympathies, hoping that mankind will find ways to evolve as well, and leaves the bewildered cultists to enjoy their ruined Earth.

Mothballs Strike Back

Illustration for a short story I'd once started writing, and never finished. Sound familiar?