FrozenDeath

Here's a small version of my entry:


There's a larger one with comments on my DA page.

Foo spelled backwards is ooF.

The idea of a competitive fanart gallery centered around an original game character is nonsense. It doesn't matter who is drawing the character, because ultimately the whole appeal of the endeavor is going to rest on the design of that character.

I don't like Superman. I think he's dull in terms of character design. Lining up a superstar list of comics pros to draw him isn't going to change the matter. I'd rather they worked on something more interesting.

Ultimately the "debate" boils down to vanilla vs. chocolate vs. strawberry vs. whatever

Mr. Fibbs


The box held a little wooden man. He was almost a miniature version of Mogo, bar the fact that he had an oversized wooden head and eyes, and that his clothing, hat, tie, and goatee were all white in contrast to Mogo's, which were all black.

"This is the miraculous Mr. Fibbs."
"A dummy? Like a ventriloquist's dummy?"
"Yes, but so much more."

Mogo took Fibbs from the box and placed him on his knee. The dummy suddenly jerked and came to life, its eyes clacking open and closed, teeth chattering, arms and legs wiggling. Its head rolled to the side and the big shiny eyes gazed up at Mogo.

"And how are you today good sir?"
"Very well, thank you Mr. Fibbs. We have a boy in a trance."
"Yes? Where?"

Fibbs jerked his body around and looked at Tommy.

"Oh hey. Kid. Hey you! Over here! HEY KID. OVA HERE I WANNA SHOW YA SOMETHIN!"

Tommy blinked and turned his head slightly to look at the dummy. His eyes widened slightly and he blinked again.

"YEAH YEAH, THAT'S IT. PAY ATTENTION WE'RE GONNA SHOW YOU A TRICK."


Mogo looked at Patti. "Can you grab that wiffle bat over there next to the dresser?"
"Um..yeah sure." She retrieved the bat and offered it to Mogo.

"No keep it. I need you to smack me in the knee with it. As hard as you can."
"What? Are you serious? Why?"
"Yep. I need you to do it to show Fibb's power. Go ahead, it's fine."

Patti pulled back then snapped the bat across Mogo's knee. The magician sat there, smiling silently, but Mr. Fibbs jerked and clutched his knee joint with stubby wooden fingers.

"OUCH! DAMN LADY WHAT ARE YA DOING! THAT HURT! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU TO DESERVE THAT GEEEZE OW OW OW OW!"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you! He told me to do it.."
"Don't worry Mrs. Cullen. That's something Fibbs is really good at. He can take other people's painful experiences and express it himself so that they can be rid of it. I'd like Tommy to have a turn with Mr. Fibbs. Do you think you'd like that Tommy?"

The boy licked his lips and nodded slightly. Mogo pulled the boys arm out from the blanket and laid it along his side, slightly bent. Then he set Mr. Fibbs in the gap between the elbow and the boy's body. Fibbs spasmed then suddenly jerked up, eyes wide.

"AAAAAAH AHHHHHHHHHH HELP ME MOM-MOMMY HELP ME I'M SCARED MAKE IT GO AWAY I'M AFRAID HE'S GONNA KILL ME HELP HELP HELP HELP MAKE IT STOP STOP IT HE'S GONNA GET ME STOP HIM PLEASE HELP HELP HELP HELP..."

Patti lurched forward and Mogo threw out his arm to stop her. "Wait."
Tommy suddenly sat up in bed. He ran his fingers threw his hair and stared down at Mr. Fibbs.
"Is he alive?"
"Yes he is. How do you feel Tommy?"
"Great! I'm not afraid any more. Fibbs took my fear."
"Yep Fibbs is awesome that way. Do you think you can tell me what happened the other night?"

Tommy slid off the bed and ran to hug his mother as Mr. Fibbs flopped face down on the bed. Mogo picked him up and placed him once more on his knee. The boy rubbed his eyes and looked at the magician.

"I was asleep and I heard a noise. Like someone yelling or fighting. So I got out of bed and went to the window to see. There were people out there. It was weird...like the air was dark. Brown. Like there was chocolate milk floating in the air. It was hard to see. But someone was getting hurt I think. And I opened my window and yelled at them to stop...."

The boy fidgeted nervously shifting side to side on his feet.

"When I yelled...something looked up at me. It had weird eyes, like big and glowing..and they weren't placed right..somehow. Sombody in a hood looking up..and I could only see those eyes. And I heard a voice in my head." The boy bit his lip and clutched Patti's arm, his eyes watering. "I heard this voice laughing and saying that they were gonna come back and get me. That I was gonna die for being nosey."

Mogo raised his hand. "Look at me. Both of you look at me. That is NEVER going to happen. Do you understand? I will never let that happen to you guys. You have my word. Fibbs is that gonna happen? Are we going to let that happen?"
"aww HELLLLLL NO!"

The Cullens smilled a bit as Mogo waved his finger at them. "See? See? I know it sounds ironic, but Mr. Fibbs NEVER LIES!"

Patti kissed Tommy on the head and then shot an anxious glance. "But ...what are we going to do? What if you're not here? I have a gun, but I can't always be here all the time. And what if it's not enough?"
"Ah well....allow me to elaborate. Please have a seat somewhere. You two really need to understand what's going to happen next."

Thanks guys!

Take care Tod. Hope to see more of your work through DA.

Yeah it's got a different nib than I'm used to. I don't know whether I like it or not yet. I might swap it out for a smoother tip later.

I'm not looking to fan to fan the flames of this argument, but something touched on the peice I'm working on:

Digitally. I really have a dislike of drawing on paper now.

Okie Dokie! Sounds like a plan.

Hey guys,

I just got my replacement wacom yesterday so I don't really have anything planned for Thursday's livestream. I'm open to requests if anybody has any.

Pirate Intervention


Patti Cullen backed deeper into the narrow hallway. Her face was crinkly, criss crossed with deep lines of worry and pain. She was stiff, clutching the shotgun behind her left leg in an awkward gesture of concealment. She pushed her bangs to the side and stared at him with thinly veiled incomprehension.

"This...isn't a joke? You're for real..you can help him?" She looked him up and down. "You're not some..entertainer or something?"

Mogo took his hat off and rubbed his head. "No Ma'am. This looks weird I know. But they wouldn't have sent me if they didn't think I could help."
"Well...ok. He's upstairs. Come this way.


The kids room was small, crampt with piles of clothing and toys, posters and pencil drawings covering every available surface of wall. Robots and soldiers as far as the eye could see. The single window was hidden by heavy drapes. There was a large lump under a couple layers of blanket on the bed. It shifted slightly as Patti flicked on the overhead light.

"Honey? Baby there's a man here to see you...He's here to help us."

The boy didn't respond. Mogo stood in the doorway, raising his hands and speaking in a booming, baritone voice. "BEHOLD! THE MAGNIFICENT MOGO IS HERE TO RID THIS BEDROOM OF EVIL AND...THOSE DIRTY SOCKS OVER THERE ON THE FLOOR IN THE CORNER!" Still, the kid didn't stir. Mogo shrugged and looked at Patti.

"Tough crowd."He reached inside his right sleeve and pulled out a long cord of some dark substance. He ripped a piece off and stuffed it in his mouth, his jaw working hard to chew the large lump now in his cheek.

"What is that? Licorice?"
"No. But it's very good. Want some?"
"No. What are you going to do to help-"

Suddenly Mogo leaned forward and belched, the sound thundering in the small room. A jet of blue flame shot out of his mouth. It hit the opposite wall, sending wisps of blue light shimmering and sliding over the surface. Patti recoiled at the flames and he put his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"It's not dangerous. Listen."

There were strange voices. Explosions. The sound of gunfire and machinery grinding. The woman's jaw dropped as the source became clear. Lines on the walls moving. The drawings coming to life.

"Oh my..."

Mogo went to the corner and sat on a small stool, leaning closer to a drawing of soldiers and tanks."What's the problem Sarge?"

A shrill voice floated of the paper. "It's all these damn robots sir! We can't contain them! They're everywhere!" The robots were indeed visible nearby, marching methodically from their drawing, across the wall towards the soldiers and their bunker. The puny gunfire of the stick figure marines didn't appear to phase them.

"I need immediate backup sir! Our position is about to be overrun! We can't hold 'em!"

Mogo held out his hand and gestured as if writing on it.
"Huh?"
"Pen and paper. Dammit woman hurry! They're losing ground here!"

Patti grunted and slid out, returning a moment later with a notepad and an assortment of pencils and pens in her fist. Mogo grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper and began scribbling.

"Pirates. Draw pirates--it's their only hope. Pirates are the only thing that can keep these metal fiends at bay." They both scribbled an assortment of crude ships and grinning stick figure men with cutlasses and eyepatches, peg legs and muskets. The ships peeled off the pages and floated to the wall, where the pirates clashed with the robots, iron swords and bullets clanging on shiny steel bodies. Suddenly the flames died and Mogo stood up, turning towards the bed.


The boy was peeking out from the blankets, the upper half of his face visible. His wispy blond hair was matted to his forehead. The eyes were dull and glossy.

"Tommy? Tommy honey this man is here to help us. See? He's ...magical. He has powers...."

Mogo waved to the boy, then snapped his fingers in the air several times. The eyes continued to stare blankly into nothingness.

"Your son has been mezzed."
"What do you mean? What is that?"
"He's been put in some sort of trance. He's hypnotized or mentally controlled by something. Otherwise he would've been charmed by the spell I just did, which just barely made a dent on his consciousness."
"Well can you do something about it? Can you snap him out of it?"
"Me? Well that's not really my specialty. But I brought a friend who is very good at dealing with this sort of thing."

Mogo removed his tuxedo coat and laid it on the edge of the bed. He mumbled an incantation quietly to himself then pulled the coat away, revealing a large rectangular box. It was carved of some dark wood with white dot inlays that gave the whole thing the appearance of an oversized domino. Patti watched as the man fumbled with the clasp on the side then turned to look at her.

"Prepare to be AMAZED."

Monkey Trick


Longbow Liason Ward set her jaw and slid the folder over to the Magnificent Mogo, steeling herself for the hissy fit to come. He snatched it off the table and bristled predictibly, rising in his seat for a moment in protest before slumping back in his chair and thumbing the satin lapel of his vest.

"More police work..."
"I'm sorry Mogo. I picked you for this.."
"Not very super is it? I came to this city to fight crime as a super hero. Fighting super powered threats. If I wanted to do this.."
"If you wanted to do this you would've joined the police academy. Blah blah blah...we've been over this. I'm sorry. I am. But I need you for this. I need your special talents for THIS case. The cops can't handle it. I know it's disappointing...but people need your help on this. And there's a child involved as well."

Mogo slid his top hat off and turned it over. He reached inside and pulled out a large white rabbit, setting it on the table.

"Read the file."

The rabbit began to quickly scan the pages as he tapped his forehead with the brim of the hat in frustration. He stopped for a moment, rubbing his jaw and staring up at the ceiling.

"Body parts found scattered across King's row...in strange ways..."
"Yes. Like the arm they found suspended by string with the index finger pointing forward. Every time the wind blew it shifted forward and rang the door bell. Or all the human hair they found with the dolls in the toy section of that department store."

The rabbit finished reading the file and jumped back into the hat. Mogo shuffled the papers into the folder and slid it back to Ward.

"So...you don't believe it to be Vahzilok, or gang activity on the part of the skulls. But your
psychics think that all these different finds are somehow related."
"Correct."
"And this boy over on the south side. You think he's important somehow. Tell me in your own words what you think happened with him."

Ward closed her eyes for a moment and collected her impressions of the child. She was silent for a long moment then began to speak without looking up.

"He woke up. It was past midnight, everything was quiet. He didn't know what had woken him. He then heard a strange sound outside. He went to the window and looked out, but the glass was so dirty that all he could see were some vague brown shapes moving around. So he opened it and leaned outside to get a better look. And something was looking up at him. Something that scared the hell out of him." Ward looked up. "He's been petrified ever since. Won't get out of bed--continues to hide beneath his blankets. His mother used to be a corrections officer. She retired early due to an on the job injury. She's worried sick. She's also got a shotgun handy, ready to blow away the first shady character she sees."

"No father?"
"Nope, skipped out of town right after the kid was born...but you read that didn't you?"
"Well yeah..the bunny reads fast but its a bit slow digesting the information."
"Well at the very least I thought you could help these people cope..figure out what's wrong with the boy."

Mogo stood up and wriggled into his overcoat. He tossed the hat into the air and it flipped three times before landing squarely on his head. "I certainly am more entertaining than a cop."

Ward stood up and yanked hard on his sleeve. "Hey...take this one seriously. Be careful. I have a bad feeling about this one. We all do." The magician shrugged.

"Do you ever have a good feeling about it?"
"I suppose not."

He rubbed his gloved hands together until a red rose appeared between them. He pressed it into her hand and then bowed theatrically before turning to leave the room.

Thanks hippie-****. You're a big man to say that after everything I've unloaded on you.

I'm not currently available for commissions. I've been working on a pinup art book for a few months now and I have a large group commission I've taken on as well. I hope to be available again in a couple months for people interested in commissions (I'll announce it on my page and in the fanart section).

There are a lot of good people doing commissions out there right now, I would suggest really deciding on whose work you like and then seeing if they are available within your deadline.

That inked comic cover is kickass. Hope to be seeing more of your work here soon.

Brandon McKinney is the original coh comic artist. I think he's running some sort of promotion right now:
http://b-mckinney.deviantart.com/

John Becaro has done a lot of coh commissions and has very reasonable prices. You'd have to check on his availability at the moment.
http://johnbecaro.deviantart.com/

Tacloban has also done a lot of cox work, much of which is cover style layouts:
http://taclobanon.deviantart.com/

You see, this is why your plot to get together behind my back and make a super sexy iconic character is never gonna work.

Watch the recording. There's inky goodness in there!

Hi guys, will be streaming in about an hour.

The PVPEC has been trying to get a server rep from Protector for a couple months now. Pretty much everyone from Protector who had any interest in pvp has either moved to Freedom at this point or left the game. I posted that they were wasting their time trying to promote it on Protector.

Someone left the comment "Oh, look who jumped on the bandwagon."

I guess that would be the bandwagon of people ..who have noticed that..there is no pvp happening on Protector. The irony is that I promoted pvp for years on Protector and I got that constantly: "pvp is not big on Protector" "it's not popular here." So now that its cold and dead and in the ground, someone is ******** that I remark on it.

I dunno, it's hard to gauge the motivations of people who are too chickensh** to put their names on their negative rep, or just speak openly.

This one would be a good one to watch on indemand. Most of the livestreams I've done lately are more open-ended conversations about what I'm working on at the moment. This one is going to be more structured because I have so much to cover. I really learned a lot about Illustrator in the last couple of days, so I think I can really present a core base of knowledge to build on for someone interested in learning vector art.

Nice work Eddy, nice to see a very clean approach contrasted with a more painterly, textured style.

Lol I got rep bombed again.

Ok this is tonight, and I've vectored my butt off the last few days so I've got some good info on using Illustrator for linework, doing gradient effects, etc. Everything I'm going to show is being done with a mouse as well.

10:15 Est. livestream.com/bwbabble