Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Pangs (pg 2)

Sorry this one took me so long to do! Life (i.e. job searching) got in the way of the comic, but hopefully I'm going to work back up to 1 update per week.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Interactive panels?

It dawned on me that, since I'm using Flash, I can make my panels slightly interactive..

Click the panels to fade them in. It's a bit buggy now but this is more of a proof of concept

this would help me show which panel goes first obviously, but what do YOU think?

Monday, August 30, 2010

behind already?!

I have the next 3 pages for the "Pangs" comic laid out and planned, but life is kinda crazy right now so I probably won't be able to get them up before next Week. Here's a couple of stills from my Thesis Film, 'δ' (or you can call it 'd') of Mr. Jiggles, Dee's nemesis in life.

Hopefully I'll be able to get some regular pages up by next week! Sorry for the delay!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Abyss

We interupt your normally scheduled comic story to bring you this message

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Pangs (pg 1)

Not sure when if I'll have time to update this regularly for now so new pages will come along "when I have time"

Thursday, August 19, 2010


I didn't have time to finish a panel for today and I'm not sure I'll have enough time to paint something for next week, so for now, enjoy this story that takes place after the events of my Thesis Film (if you haven't seen it, it's going back up online after I redo the soundtrack. You can see part of it online here: )


Dee found himself alone in the junkyard again. It had all seemed so real, but in the end his fantasies faded to whisps and nothing more. Ah well, he thought.

It was time to hang up his cape and return to the orphanage.

The walk back was long and lonely. He knew the junkyard like the back of his hand; he grew up there, among the detritus of society. Turn left past the Saturn 5 rockets, straight through the Merlin engines and old trains carts that used to ferry people across the country.

The orphanage was a little ways past the rows of cast iron coal heaters. Deftly he slipped back under the fences and back through the window. His footsteps were muffled by the damp, rotting wooden floor (though he didn't have to worry much about waking Annie, the elderly head nurse. She usually was able to sleep through anything).

Up the creaky stairs to the top floor, down the long row of empty beds. His was the third-to-last one on the right, next to the window. Another day, another disappointment he thought, throwing his helmet onto a bedpost and spreading his makeshift cape back into a blanket.

When he collapsed into bed, he was startled by a tiny shriek and rolled over, getting tangled in the mess of a blanket. Dee scrambled to get free and found himself face to face with a tiny green creature. Any other kid in his position would have screamed, but she seemed oddly familiar.

"Dee! Dee! Sorry about hiding under your pillow, but we need your help!"

"Is it Mr. Deleo?"

"yes! He's about to find the-"

Dee didn't let her finish. He whipped on his cape, threw on his helmet, and kicked the hidden trap door in the wall open. Dee grinned. He knew this would come in handy someday.

"Let's go!"

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


I'm still setting up the site and I have to start drawing the content, but welcome to the new home of Dee, the Junkyard Kid!

I don't have a planned schedule on release dates just yet (though it's looking like Tuesdays and Thursdays), but once I know you'll know (if you're a telepath.)