PAGE 1 Panel 1 Long horizontal panel. Big blue sky, not a cloud in sight, over a lush green field. Tucked away in the distance, at the far right of the panel, we can make out a broken down truck with the hood up. A figure bends over it, hiding in the innards of the machine. Panel 2 We move in close to the truck, which sits in the field. It’s not an old vintage truck, it’s a newer...
I’m going to put GREGORY RASPUTIN (my untitled-historical-thriller-time-travel-adventure comic series) on hold and instead work on a new series I came up with a few weeks ago. It’s going to be semi-auto-biographical, but in a fantasy setting. Post-apocalyptic, like MAD MAX but not as sandy. It’s about a boy and his dog - a boston terrier, naturally - traversing the wastelands of...
Pam: So what's your name, icy?
Stuntman Mike: Stuntman Mike.
Pam: Stuntman Mike's your name.
Stuntman Mike: You ask anybody.
Pam: Hey Warren, Who is this guy?
Warren: Stuntman Mike.
Pam: And who the hell is Stuntman Mike?
Warren: He's a Stuntman.