Comic con was tiring, but useful. Talked to some Image bigwigs. Learned a lot about the webcomic scene. Saw the Green Hornets limo. Also, Jim Balent? Say what you will about the guys work, hes nice as hell. Anyhow, promptly after the con, I got sick as a hick and was rendered artistically handicapped for over a week. Seems to be over with. Maybe now I can get some work done.
THINGS IM WORKING ON:
And more anecdotes of the sinners and saints that make up Parris City.
FURTHERMORE! New Fowl for sale soon, including some never-before-seen content. Stay tuned. If you want to purchase some older issues, heres your link: [link]
Smile! Its August.










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Spotted you in Secret Wars... Mime is very interesting character! Cant wait to learn more about her
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"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand."
Albert Einstein
My "MeatySoup" Comic: [link]
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My hero is a schizophrenic super-sleuth who kills gangsters as a hobby. He rubs elbows with crimefighting Mimes and killer Nuns. His greatest foe is a voodoo pimp.
Face it, you're going to read my comic. [link]
But...well, it was fun as hell and I'd do it again.
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Life is like a dying clown, it can be loud and mean and
funny and sad and lovely and at times even beautiful,
but as much as it is, it'll still die with a quiet breath.
Make your Clown matter, make it special, before it's
horn is honked for good!
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My hero is a schizophrenic super-sleuth who kills gangsters as a hobby. He rubs elbows with crimefighting Mimes and killer Nuns. His greatest foe is a voodoo pimp.
Face it, you're going to read my comic. [link]
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Has been trying to work out what the hell is going on since 1988
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My hero is a schizophrenic super-sleuth who kills gangsters as a hobby. He rubs elbows with crimefighting Mimes and killer Nuns. His greatest foe is a voodoo pimp.
Face it, you're going to read my comic. [link]
A cat walks along a dirty alley. A door opens, and a chef with a gun in his hand stumbles out -- he's just been kicked. The Fowl strolls out punches the chef in the throat. He then looks down at the cat, warmly. He sweeps his hand towards the open door, as if welcoming the cat inside. The cat runs through the door -- there's food inside. The Fowl then looks back at the chef and takes out a switchblade. The end.
No dialogue you have to worry about, and layout and page count are up to you. Sound good?
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My hero is a schizophrenic super-sleuth who kills gangsters as a hobby. He rubs elbows with crimefighting Mimes and killer Nuns. His greatest foe is a voodoo pimp.
Face it, you're going to read my comic. [link]
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