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.
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.
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