Dead Leaves and the Bloody Ground part 3 - I Think I Lost My Headache

Page One
Splash panel of zombies breaking through the walls, the windows, everywhere that they can find an opening into Robot's gigantic living room. In the center of the room, Destroyer is holding a bottle of whiskey and is making a fist, ready to fight. Robot is in a tai chi pose, ready to fight whatever comes near him.

Word balloon
Destroyer: Do you wish that you hadn't smashed that zombie's head now?

Word balloon
Robot: No, I wish that we stayed in the kitchen. Now, you’ve gone to the trouble of trashing half of my house.

Word balloon
Destroyer: Hey, is it my fault that there was only 19 beers in the fridge?"

Word balloon
Robot: Well, it is your fault I sense 9,281 zombies outside my house. Thanks for inviting them over. If you survive, you’re cleaning all of this up.

Word balloon
Destroyer: Sooner or later, you're going to have to forgive me.

Word balloon
Robot: Yes, a few years after your burial, when I think back on the days of you annoying the fuck out of me, I may evolve the feelings necessary to forgive you.

Page two
This page needs to be split into numerous action panels. I really want to get across the idea that these limitless waves of the undead are cascading into the house and these two are doing a pretty good job of fighting them off. Keep in mind that Robot should always employ his goofy sentai programmed style and Destroyer should fight like an angry drunk. Here are some ideas:

Destroyer swigging whiskey while he punches his hand clean through a zombie's head, which sprays gore everywhere.

Robot doing a jumping spin kick that severs eight zombie heads at once.

Destroyer using a couch like a baseball bat, swinging away zombies.

Page three

Panel one - Tight show on Robot's angry face.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Seeing as how you'll be dead soon, I really want you to know...

Panel two - Destroyer is smashing two zombies heads together, lifting their bodies off the ground.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I'm doing just fine over here.

Panels three and four - Robot is hitting a palm thrust to a zombie's stomach, which is causing his heart and head to both explode.

WORD BALLOONS (split between panels)
Robot: I want you to realize that if you just left well enough alone, if you just would leave me to my research, maybe things wouldn't have to be like this.

Page four

Panel one - Destroyer is screaming out of where the window once was, now only shards of glass, blood, and gore on the remnants. We see Destroyer as if he was screaming at us.

Destroyer: Is that all you ****s got?

Panel two - Robot is throwing a zombie at another one.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: This is totally why you've been kicked off of every super team ever.

Panel three - Destroyer turns around, hurt by this statement.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Oh, well, I'm sorry that to save the world, my liver must die.

Panel four - Destroyer repeatedly punching a zombie in what was left of his face.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Do you think its easy being like this?

Panel five - Robot is screaming back at Destroyer.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Oh, now the sensitivity comes out. I'll have you know, self-aware heroes are so 1986.

Page five

Panel one - A medium sized panel, silhouetted, of hundreds of more zombies coming over the hill, lit by the moon.

Panel two - Destroyer is still hitting what is left of that zombie, which is now liquid.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I'll have you know, the bad ass loner is essential to team dynamics.

Panel three - Robot is firing beams from his eyes out the window.

SFX: Zaaaap!

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Yes, that's what the Super Police said. They really needed it when you slept with, what was her name, Lethala?

Panel four - Zombies on fire, exploding, from Robot's eye beams.

Panel five - Destroyer jumping out the window, yelling.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Dude, I was being mind controlled.

Page six

Panel one - Robot is seen in time lapse doing a perfect gymnastic flip out the window, ending in a crazy, over the top pose.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Yeah, by Budweiser.

Panel two - Destroyer is laughing as we see a zombie sneaking up on him.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Nice pose, Baryshnikov. And man, Lethala was special.

Panel three - Robot throws a punch at Destroyer.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: She killed half of our team!

Panel four - Destroyer ducks and Robot's punch kills the zombie that was sneaking up on Destroyer.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: But when you weigh it against this trick she used to do with measuring spoons...

Panel five - Robot turns and leaves.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: That's it. I'm done fighting the ****ing undead with you, once and for all.

Page seven

Panel one - Robot is going up the steps, back into the house. Destroyer is following, trying to apologize. Hundreds of zombies are following, close behind.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I'm telling you. I was mind controlled. Anyway, I’m all into that bartender now, anyways.

Panel two - Robot is inside the destroyed living room. He is getting angrier. Destroyer and zombies are following. Destroyer is hitting the zombies as he follows Robot, trying to apologize.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Sue? The one who’s number you shouldn’t have asked for when you were supposed to be fighting zombies?

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Yeah. But, man, I didn't enjoy banging Lethala, I swear. You'd be surprised how boring deprived homicidal maniacs are in the sack.

Panel three - Close reaction shot as Robot spins around, looking almost hopeful.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Really?

Panel four: Destroyer is laughing as he backhands a zombie.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Of course not. Dude, it was an A-ticket ride. She did stuff that I believe is still illegal in most states.

Panel five: Robot has lost all control. Energy appears all around him. This may be the maddest he has been in a long, long time.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: You mean like killing the entire town of Pueblo, Colorado?

Panel six: Small panel of Destroyer looking sheepish.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Well, there's that.

Page eight

Panel one - Robot is filled with energy and glowing. Kirby dots appear all around him. He looks like he's about to melt down from anger.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: She killed an entire town because they wouldn't send a catalogue to her PO box!

Panel two - Destroyer is spinning a zombie's head around, completely backwards.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Yeah, she has her quirks.

Panel three - Super tight shot of Robot's glowing eyes and face. He's getting even angrier.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: You still talk to her?

Panel four - Destroyer is holding a zombie ripped in half above his head.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: There may have been some late night romantic calls. Jealous, much?

Panel five - A shot of Robot at his maddest, overflowing with energy.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Get out of the way.

Page nine

Panel one - Destroyer places himself directly in front of Robot.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Not until you come to grips with your gayness. And the passion for me that can never be requited.

Panel two - Robot is screaming.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I'm a robot! Robots are asexual!

Panel three - Destroyer is right in Robot's face.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: You do kind of put off a Tony Randall vibe.

Panel four - Robot is totally ready to explode due to his energy and anger. He should look almost desperate.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Move out of the ****ing way!

Page ten

Panel one - Large panel of Destroyer barely ducking as Robot unleashes a massive blast of energy. The blast does catch Destroyer's right hand as he ducks and disintegrates it.

SFX: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: ARRRRRRRRG!

Panel two - We see that beam go through the house...

Panel three - Into the yard...

Panel four - Up the hill...

Killing nearly every zombie in its path, disintegrating them, setting them on fire. Just a massive scene of destruction.

Panel five - Small panel of Destroyer, amazed.

Page eleven

Panels across the top - Small panels showing the hoofs of a horse racing, pulling back to reveal the King of Death, a skeletal rider who looks similar to the Templar zombies in the Spanish Tomb of the Blind Dead movies. The final panel shows his glowing eyes and skull-like visage.

Bottom panel one - Destroyer is holding his arm. A smoking stump is where his hand once was.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: You're gonna pay for that.

Bottom panel two - Robot is now smoking and looks exhausted.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I just killed 5,171 zombies in one blast. Are you really sure you want to go?

Page twelve

Panel one - Destroyer is draining the rest of the bottle of whiskey.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: As soon as this takes effect...GLUG!

Panel two - Robot is preparing for a fight, doing an intricate kata.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Yeah, better grow that hand back before your serial killer girlfriend calls for phone sex.

Panel three - Destroyer smashes what is left of the bottle over his own head.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: She's not my ****ing girlfriend! She mind controlled me!

Panel four - This should be the main panel on the page. The King of Death appears in the room, shrouded in smoke, and he really needs to look menacing. This should be just a great looking, evil shot, the kind a guy would airbrush on his van in the 70s.

WORD BALLOON
King of Death: I am that which is known as Yama. Izanami. Samael. Memitim. Enma Daiou. My shadow's chill cast across Caesar. I was the pill and fire that consumed Hitler. I have tasted the last throes of Zeus, Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl, and Kokopelli. And now, I demand you submit to everlasting death.

Panel five - Small panel with the reaction of a completely exasperated Robot.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: **** me.

Panel six - Small panel of Destroyer's face. He looks ready to fight.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: You wish, Mobile Suit Gay-dam. And whatever name you want to use, skull ass, it's so on.

Dead Things and The Bloody Ground, part 2 - Every Shining Time You Arrive

Page One
Panel one – Splash showing Destroying holding the door on its hinges while the robot is screaming at him. To the right of them, we see the porch and a huge number of zombies pushing at the door to get in. One of their hands has broken through the door itself and has its fingers in Destroyer’s mouth.

WORD BALLOON (several strong together)
Robot: What would clue you in that it would be a great idea to lead a rampaging hoard of zombies over to my house? Like, hey, I’ll call Robot and see what’s up and oh, how are you, and by the way, I know you hate guests and barely tolerate me, but I think I may bring over a hundred of the undead to get blood and decayed feces all over the front porch that you just spent the fall restoring to its original beauty.

Page Two
Panel one – A zombie’s fingers are fish hooking into Destroyer’s mouth.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: MMMGHHHAHHH!

Panel two – Robot looks at him with disgust.

Panel three – Destroyer bites off the fingers.

Panel four – And spits them to the floor as we hear the zombie scream in pain.

SFX: AWOOOOOO!

Panel five – Destroyer is screaming at Robot. He has blood all over his face from biting the fingers off.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I’M NOT APOLOGIZING AGAIN. And man, that was something no one has ever thought of before. Zombies always trying to eat us. It’s time we ate zombies!

Panel six – Robot is enraged and screaming back at Destroyer.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: What a plan. May I just say – Jesus Christ, you may be the dumbest human being I have met in my existence.

Page Three

Panel one – This panel should look like a door, with a hole in it. Through this splintered hole, we see Destroyer screaming, with blood and spit everywhere as he shouts.

WORD BALOON
Destroyer: It’s payback time. I’m stealing pages from your playbook!

Panel two – Robot is holding what is left of the zombie hand that Destroyer bit.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Yeah. You tell them. They can obviously understand speech. It’s a shame that peace talks keep breaking off with zombies, they seem so willing to listen.

Panel three – Destroyer is struggling to keep the door up and the zombies out.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Do you have a plan? Or does being a sarcastic asshole constitute your plan?

Page Four

Panel one – Robot has his arms crossed.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Yes. My plan is to do absolutely nothing. They won’t even see me. I have no organic brains. BRAINS! That’s all they want. And it’s all they can say.

Panel two – Destroyer looks on, struggling. He is having trouble holding the zombies back.

Panel three – Robot with his arms folded.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: So. It seems it’s you they want. I’m just going to sit here and watch you get eaten. Nice knowing you.

Panel four – The door falls on Destroyer.

WORD BALLOONS (on all zombies)
Zombies: BRAINS!

Panel five – Reaction shot of Destroyer almost panicked, one big eye staring at the mass of zombies covering him.

Page Five

Panel one – A giant pile of zombies are all over Destroyer, who is using what’s left of the door to shield himself.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I think you may be forgetting something.

Panel two – The robot sits down in his giant easy chair.

Panel three – And begins drinking tea.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Ah yes. My oolong tea.

Panel four – Destroyer is drowning in a sea of zombies. We can see Robot reading in the background.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: No, you’re forgetting something.

Page Six

Panel one – Multiple speed lines toward Robot, as he holds his head like he has a giant migraine.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Oh, **** me.

Panel two – A view of Robot’s Terminator like control screen lighting up with a big sign that says PRIME COMMAND – PROTECT HUMAN LIFE. We also see a POV shot of Destroyer fighting back against the zombies.

Sound effects – WHOOP WHOOP.

Panel three – Big action shot of Robot jumping from his chair and out of his smoking jacket.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Must…protect…human life.

Page Seven

Multiple panels – Some really kinetic action shots of Robot attacking the zombies. He is completely decimating the horde of the undead.

Action shots of:

Robot smashing two zombies heads together and a spray of gore.
SFX: KRUNCKKKKK!

Robot blasting a zombie’s arms, legs, and head off with laser beams from his hands.
SFX: ZAP!

Robot swinging a zombie’s spinal column and using the head attached to attack a crowd of zombies.

I think its funny to contrast Robot's smarts with the fact that when he fights, its like a sentai show in Japan (think Power Rangers). His programming forces him to fight with these strange, balletic like flourishes and poses.

Page Eight

Panel one – A nice panorama shot of the room, with a pile of dead zombies all over the place. Destroyer is sitting on the floor. Robot is in a karate fighting pose, with blood all over his fists and feet. A lot of the room is on fire and smoking.

Panel two – Cut to the kitchen. Destroyer is drinking an entire six pack. Robot is washing his hands.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I believe the terms you are looking for are, number one, thank you. And number two, Robot, I am a magnificent pussy who can’t even defeat zombies.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Uh huh. Yeah. You’re so impressive. Maybe you missed the last 900 zombies whose desiccated asses I personally kicked.

Panel three – Robot is drying his hands.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Desiccated? Someone is using the Word Power book I gave them for their birthday.

Panel four – A screaming headshot of Destroyer.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Go **** yourself. And, why does a robot need to wash his hands?

Panel five – Robot is laughing.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: One of us has to. And speaking of hands, sixth grader, why do you have numbers written on yours?

Panel six – Destroyer looks wistful.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I met this girl…

Page Nine

Panel one – The robot puts his hand over his face, laughing.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: While fighting zombies…

Panel two – Destroyer looks over the moon in love.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: It’s fate, dude. Fate.

Panel three – Robot and Destroyer are yelling across the room at one another. Alternate word balloons so that it appears they are answering one another.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Do I even need to say how against the rules it is to pick up a piece of ass while you’re saving it?

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: She’s not just a piece of ass. She’s…

WORD BALLOON
Robot: And what’s this special girl’s name?

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: We don’t need names.

Panel four – A zombie head rolls into the room.

Panel five – Robot is laughing his robotic ass off now.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: We don’t need names. Oh, this is too much.

Panel six – Robot is still laughing, but we see a word balloon appear, with the speaker the zombie head that is off camera.

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: You shall all die at the…

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Oh, this is the ****ing topper.

Panel seven – The zombie head is in focus, with word balloons from Robot coming from off camera. Again, alternate word balloons.

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: Don’t interrupt the decree of the Death King…

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Blah blah blah. Dead by dawn. Whatever. I’m not getting involved.

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: You are marked for death.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I’m so afraid. Oh, look, the zombie head is talking to me. Been there. Done that. Have the director’s cut.

Panel eight – The zombie head and Robot are now face to face.

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: Um. Well. You see…

WORD BALLOON
Robot: No. I hate you. I really do. I hate all zombies. Your dialogue is at best, rrrrahhh, BRAINS or at worst, lame proclamations.

Page Ten

Panel one – Destroyer is yelling.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: And how did you get in here, anyways?

Panel two – The zombie head is speaking.

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: My hate for the living carried me…err, rolled me.

Panel three – Robot begins laughing again.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Do you see? You can’t even finish a sentence without being a cliché. I’m going to step on you now.

Panel four – Destroyer jumps up, spilling beer everywhere.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Hold on. Let’s interrogate him.

Panel five – Robot arguing.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: OK. Let’s get this straight. I’m not involved. Keep your Jack Bauer fetish to yourself.

Panel six – Zombie head screaming.

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: You are marked for death!

Panel seven – An overview of the room, with alternating word balloons.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Do you see? This is getting regoddamndiculous.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Boy, you really do love to take His name in vain, huh?

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I don’t have a soul. So it’s not really blasphemy, because my creator was a man.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Who was made by God…

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Maybe.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Definitely.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Definitely maybe.

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: Can we get back on track here?

Panel eight – Robot in the zombie head’s face.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I’m proud of you. That was the first sentence you’ve used that wasn’t…

WORD BALLOON
Zombie head: The Death King will sever your soul from your frail form…

Page Eleven

Panel one – Robot steps on the zombie head, exploding it.

SFX: SPLLLLLUHHHHHHT!

Panel two – Destroyer is screaming, throwing beer cans at Robot.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: And now, we’ll never know the plan.

Panel three – Robot begins closing lights and leaving the kitchen.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Don’t care about the plan. Care about you leaving.

Panel four – Destroyer grabs the robot.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: The world needs saving and you’re going to ignore it.

Panel five – Robot yelling back at Destroyer.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Well, if you hadn’t called me, I was this close to figuring out if rebel angels had sex with human women and made a race of giants who could get no diseases. And that would save a lot more lives than killing dead things again.

Panel six – Destroyer is shouting right in Robot’s ear now.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I’m sorry, my mission to save the world has made me deaf when pissy robots talk down to me.

Page Twelve

Panel one – Destroyer and Robot arguing.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I have to talk down to you. Talking normally to you would presume we possess similar levels of coolness and intelligence, and obvious, that’s a fallacy.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Did you just hear something?

Panel two – Zoom to outside of the windows. Thousands of zombies have circled the house.

Panel three – Zombies begin coming through the walls, the doors, the floor, everywhere. Thousands of zombies, all at once.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: You’re invited to leave my house, pretty much whenever.

Dead Things and The Bloody Ground, part 1 - 5 Minutes Alone

Page one

Panel one
Establishing shot of a haunted mansion, from far away. It shouldn’t look run down, just really frightening. It should look like The Winchester House, from the outside, just a gigantic place.

Panel two
These first three panels should all be similar in size, like a triptych. In this panel, we have a closer view of this gigantic house.

Panel three
Finally, we go near one of the windows, where we can see the back of an enormous easy chair.

Panel four
We see our main character, Robot, sitting in his big easy chair in a house that looks like a haunted house, just filled with books, cobwebs, crazy equipment. He has a cup of tea next to him and a pipe in his mouth. He is reading a thick, musty books that says “The Book of Enoch.” Robot is taking notes in a notebook as he reads.

Panel five
Lightning hits outside the window.

Panel six
The lights go out. A black panel, maybe, if you want to make it easy on yourself.

Panel seven
Robot is reading his book in the dark with night vision – maybe a beam out of his eyes.

Page Two

In the middle of the page, a large panel with a reaction shot of Robot getting angry.

Across the top, small panel with a caller ID box with a fake phone number and The Destroyer in the name section.

Multiple panels down each side of the page
Left side – reaction shots of Robot growing more and more aggravated.

Right side – down the other side, multiple shots of the phone ringing louder and louder. The louder the phone rings, the more angry Robot becomes.

A ring should interrupt every other panel to give the viewer the idea that the robot is getting a hundred phone calls in a row.

Last panel on the page
Robot finally stops ignoring the phone calls and answers the phone.

Page Three

Big panel
Heroic, huge Frank Frazetta style shot of Destroyer hand to hand fighting hundreds of bloody, drooling zombies.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Oh, hello. Take your ****ing time, why don’t you…

Small sound effect panel
CLICK (the phone being hung up)

Panel 3
The phone rings again in the robot’s house.

Panel 4
Robot answers.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: I don’t have time for your games tonight. I’m in the midst of…

Page Four

Several panels
Destroyer in action, zombies holding on to him as he crashes through the skylight of a mall, landing in a fountain, all the while talking on the phone.

WORD BALLOONS (broken through as many panels as you’d like to fit of the action)
Destroyer: Look, asshole, I don’t need to know about this month’s selection in Oprah’s book club. I’m a man. That makes this hard for me. I’m asking for help.

Intersperse panels featuring Robot getting angrier, so angry that the dark room he is in is lighting up from the energy in his hands and eyes.

Page Five

Panel one
A zombie bites into Destroyer’s arm.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: You better get ready to save the world, bitch. Arrrrrrgh!

Panel two
Robot on the phone, camera low to show his towering anger.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: Now listen…

Panel three
Destroyer punching a zombie right through the head, as another zombie is gnawing on his other arm.

SFX: THHHHUNNNNK!

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I have a situation. Pick the phone up next time I call you.

Panel four
Robot staring at the telephone. He’s angry that he’s been bothered and even angrier that he’s been hung up on.

SFX: CLICK!

Panel five
Robot destroys the book he was reading with an energy burst. He’s just too worked up from dealing with this, and you need to really make him look fed up here.

SFX: ZZZZZAP!

Page Six – Seven
Large panel spread across two pages – Destroyer is battling through the mall as zombies hang all over him. Several are eating his fingers and arms. Go nuts drawing some crazy things here…a lot of detail of the mall being attacked, people trying to fight back, zombies eating people. Over the top as you’d like.

4-6 panels across the bottom of the spread – In action shots of Destroyer fighting zombies, including:

Destroyer throwing knives outside a cutlery store, with several of them inside a zombie’s head.

Destroyer smashing a child’s tricycle over a zombie’s head.

Destroyer holding a zombie’s head and punting it like a football into another zombie, with that zombie’s head exploding (this can be multiple panels, if you’d like).

Final panel of this spread should show Destroyer running to a hardware store, like a Home Depot, with both of his arms starting to look really zombified and scabby.

Page Eight

Panel one
A nice, happy shot of a couple getting a demonstration of a table saw in a hardware store.

WORD BALLOON
Clerk: As you can see…

Panel two
Continue the demonstration, but now we can see Destroyer running near them, in the background.

WORD BALLOON
Clerk: You really have to be careful, as this can cut through almost anything.

Panel three
Destroyer shoves the clerk aside.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Excuse me, folks.

Panel four
Destroyer uses the saw to cut his own arms off, spraying blood and gore everywhere. His face is contorted in pain as he forces himself to do this.

SFX: Brrrrrrrrrrrzzzzt!

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Arrrrrrrrrrrhahahhahhahaha!

Panel five
Reaction shot of the customers and clerk, on his hands and knees, covered in blood and gore, screaming. The cut off arms are choking the husband and the clerk.

WORD BALLOON
Crowd (all at once): Arrrrrrrrrrgh!

Page Nine

Left large panel, vertical
Destroyer kicking his zombie arms away, continuing to spray the whole store with blood and guts.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Sorry, these things have a mind of their own, folks.

Right smaller panel one
Destroyer running from the hardware store.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I'd stay, but I'm kind of having an issue here.

Right smaller panel two
A shot of a sports bar, next to the hardware store in the mall complex.

Right smaller panel three
Destroyer fighting his way in.

Right smaller panel four
Putting his head under the beer taps.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: If you want to live, I need to be as drunk as possible.

Right smaller panel five
Horrified bartender helping. She looks catatonic and out of it.

An arrow leading to 6 time delay panels across the bottom of the page – Each panel has a small stopwatch showing time progressing in 5 second increments. The panels show Destroyer with his back on the bar, mouth open and drinking, with his arms growing back more and more with each panel.

Page Ten

Open panel without borders
A scene of zombies shuffling toward bar.

Panel two
Bloody, drunk, and screaming Destroyer holding buxom girl and protecting her as zombies overwhelm the bar.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Once I can stand up without the help of this here bar, every one of you zombies is gonna die.

Panel three
Destroyer reaches under the bar and finds a shotgun. He's looking at the bartender.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: So, what are you doing Saturday?

Panel four
Reaction shot of the bartender, who looks catatonic. Her name tag says “Sue.”

Panel five
Destroyer blowing a giant hole in a zombie.

SFX: KRAK-BOOOOOOOM!

Panel six
Destroyer shooting another zombie, blowing his head off.

SFX: KRAK-BOOOOM!

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Sue, right?

Page Eleven

Panel one
Destroyer slamming the door to the bar shut.

Panel two
The girl is up against the bar, almost passed out.

Panel three
Destroyer hands her a pen, and holds out his arm.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Sue, when things like this happen, people need people.

Panel four
The girl looks completely devastated and is barely able to grab the pen. The girl stares into space as she writes her number. She looks amazed by what she has just seen and is out of it.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Write your number here and I’ll give you a call, ok?

Panel five
Cut to Robot trying in vain to put out the fire that is consuming his book, all a result of his destructive outburst.

Page Twelve

Panel one
Clock showing time has elapsed.

Panel two
Robot is back in his chair, relaxed, drinking tea.

Panel three
Phone rings again.

Panel four
Robot answers it.

WORD BALLOON
Robot: WHAT? WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT…

Panel five
Destroyer is running down a hill.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I hope your time of the month is over, pal.

Panel six
We see a small figure of Destroyer right outside the haunted house, with hundreds of zombies chasing him.

WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I’ll be there in a minute and I'd appreciate it if you would be in a better mood.

Panel seven
Robot destroys the teacup he is holding by crushing it in his hands.

Do robots get angry? Um...yep.

[B]To start [/B]

I'm just getting off the ground. I've been a writer and graphic designer in the advertising industry for nearly 10 years, but my dream has always been to create comics.

[B]What's this comic all about?[/B]

Basically, the series I'm working on now combines my love of many things: robot, superheroes, ancient gods, fortean events, and so much more.

It's about a robot who realizes that he doesn't need to be a superhero anymore if he wants to save the world. And the friends who won't let him stop being a superhero and just want to get under his skin (metallic as it may be).

These are heroes who are a bit more real. In how they act, how they speak. Imagine if being in the Justice League was more like punching the clock and working somewhere you hated.

This is about giant monsters having turf wars. Zombie kings power drunk on the blood of the gods after Valhalla. The ethics of getting a girl's phone number after you rescue her. Whether or not robots have souls. It's about a lot of things, but most of all, I want it to be what comics should be. Quick, fun, violent...thought-provoking, yet escapist at the same time.

[B]Tell me about the characters[/B]

The Robot - He may look like a Japanese TV action hero, but he'd rather sit in his haunted house, contemplate literature, and cure diseases from his lab.

The Robot was created by his creator to be a superhero. And that’s all he was supposed to have been happy with. Sadly, for The Robot, he’s realized 20 or 30 years later that if he just sat down and used his amazing brains for science and working in the lab, he could solve disease and actually make the world a better place.

Even more unfortunately, The Robot has superhero friends who don’t understand that he just wants to be left alone to contemplate his theories. They’d rather he’d be out there with them, fighting villains, smashing cities, and getting drunk.

The Robot is constantly at odds with his friends. And that is some of the explanation for his attitude and foul, robotic mouth. His love of profanity is only rivaled by the extent of his knowledge. In fact, he is the angriest robot in the world.

What does he look like? I’m imagining him as a mix of Steve Ditko’s Static with a Micronaut. Sleek, metallic, and how a scientist from the 1950s would imagine a future man would look. Or like a Japanese metal hero from 80s TV.

When he’s not fighting crime against his will, he wears a smoking jacket, drinks tea, and smokes a pipe. He’s a cultured person in an uncultured world.

The Robot lives inside Mayflower House, a gigantic haunted mansion that was built at the turn of the century. He’s not the only person who lives there; construction continued for decades and many ghosts and spectral travelers now live inside its walls.

His friend, for lack of a better term, is:

The Destroyer - 9 feet tall, 700 pounds, and unfortunately, a victim of a rare form of spatial displacia – he thinks he’s really 5 foot tall and 100 pounds, so he is always a bull in a china shop.

A few years ago, he was drunk, and a metal mask ended up bonded to his face. The mask made him as big as he is. And even better – it feeds on alcohol. The more he drinks, the better he can fight and the better he heals. He can lose an arm, get shot, stabbed, run over – all sorts of fun things to draw. Then all he does is drink. And drink a lot. And drink some more.

Destroyer drives The Robot insane. The Robot would kill him if he could overcome his programming. He calls The Robot at all hours of the night suggesting that they team up and fight crime. And the truth is, Destroyer more often than not causes more damage and problems than he solves.

Imagine a huge guy covered in bandages and a big, goofy grinning metal mask. Just impossibly big – think Scabbard in the 80s comic Thriller. He’s constantly bleeding and making a mess, and always carrying several bottles and six-packs of beer with him. His only real uniform is a pair of sweats and tennis shoes.

The scripts for issues 1 and 2 are done. And I'm looking for an artist.