Page 1
This is one big splash panel. Just a real in-your-face shot of Destroyer throwing a punch right at the viewer. In the background, Robot is holding him back, somewhat, but he’s broken free. Robot looks like he’s trying to warn him about something. Destroyer should look completely ready to fight and crazy here.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: It’s time for you to eat fist!
WORD BALLOON
Robot: You might want to…
Page 2
Panel 1 – Robot is trying to talk some sense into Destroyer.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: Look, I did some scans of this guy…
Panel 2 – Death King, looking menacing.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: Do you take up my challenge on this battlefield? Your life versus mine. The inevitable end?
Panel 3 – Destroyer’s punch is zeroing in on the Death King, with speed lines and full energy.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Inside my fist, you’ll find the answer.
Panel 4 – The punch is stopped by Death King’s ability to decay organic matter. Basically, Destroyer’s hand is falling apart and decaying as fast as possible, so that we can see bones, dust, skin ripping. Death King’s expression shouldn’t change. Make sure that the arm that has the bartender’s phone number on it is not destroyed; we’re going to need that down the line.
Panel 5 – Destroyer is holding his ruined arm, staring at it and screaming.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: ARRRRRRRRRRG!
Panel 6 – Robot is looking at him with an “I told you so” expression.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: I was going to say, I just scanned this guy. And maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Panel 7 – Destroyer is still in pain and screaming.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: ARRRHHHHHHHHH!
Page 3
I see a big shot of Death King dominating the page with no border. Up to you, really. He’s speaking a long-winded soliloquy and will keep getting interrupted.
Panel 1 – Destroyer is running away to get booze.
Death King’s word balloon should cut into this panel.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: How dare you leave the hallowed grounds of combat?
Panel 2 – Destroyer is far away and yelling.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I’m not running away, asshole!
Death King’s word balloon cuts in, again.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: Cowardice in the face of my challenge has never surprised me. I remember, even great Hercules cowering in fear when swept under my callow gaze.
Panel 3 – Robot’s face, trying to say something.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: Excuse me.
Death King’s word balloon, one last time.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: My appetite akin to that of a lion in the wilderness, like the longing of the beasts of the deepest depths. And I demand combat.
Page 4
Panel 1 – Robot is getting pissed.
WORD BALLOOON
Robot: Excuse me!
Panel 2 – A close-up of Death King’s horrible face.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: Even when Anat seized me, split me in twain, burned and grinded me into bits, I returned seven years hence to claim my most horrid prize.
Panel 3 – Robot has had enough.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: EXCUSE ME, YOU LONG WINDED BASTARD!
Panel 4 – Death King finally notices him, as his head spins.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: Who dares?
Page 5
Panel 1 – Robot is talking back to him.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: I dare, asshole. Leave my house, right now.
Panel 2 – We see an in motion shot of Destroyer running hard, drinking a beer as he races back to the fight. By the end of the in-motion, he’s jumping in the air for a kick.
Panel 3 – Robot is yelling as Destroyer races past him with the kick.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: Wha…
Panel 4 – Destroyer is in full jumping kick and screaming.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: ARRRRRRRRR!
Panel 5 – We see the kick hitting and spinning Death King’s head completely around. The impact causes Destroyer’s leg to rot, just like his arm.
SFX: KRAKKKK!
Page 6
Panel 1 – Destroyer lands his kick in a heap, screaming as he loses his leg.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: AH! AH! AH! Fucking shit!
Panel 2 – Robot laughing.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: That was one hell of a dismount.
Panels 3-5 – Death King spins his head back to the correct position, basically like it was no big deal. We can even slightly hint at a smile in the last frame.
Panel 6 – Destroyer looking on, surprised, balancing himself on one leg.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Holy shit.
Page 7
Panel 1 – Death King’s face, speaking to Destroyer.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: There is nothing holy here. Only the field of battle and your eventual demise. Wait, where are you going now?
Panel 2 – Destroyer is hopping off back into the house, barely able to move.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: This ain’t over, bitch!
Panel 3 – Death King speaking to no one in particular, just like a normal comic book villain.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: I demand a battle to the death. And this does not involve leaving whenever I remove a limb. It demands sacrifice. It demands a warrior’s heart. It…
Panel 4 – Robot gets in the Death King’s face.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: Who the fuck are you talking to? Do you even realize how stupid you sound right now? Who do you think you are?
Panel 5 – Evil face shot of Death King.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: I am death.
Page 8
Panel 1 – Robot is laughing, holding his sides.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: I’ve never talked to an abstract concept before, so you have to forgive my lack of manners.
Panel 2 – Robot is pointing in Death King’s face.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: Nowhere near as rude as someone barging into my house and trying to kill my asshole friend.
Panel 3 – Destroyer is posing and ready to fight. His right hand is holding two six packs. His left hand is holding a bottle of whiskey. He should look ready for a war. His body parts are scarred, but grown back.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: It’s round three, gay reaper. And this one is being brought to you by the fine folks at Jack Daniels, Iron City, and Yuengling.
Page 9
I see this page as just a ton of panels. The panels can be as many as you’d like, but I see it broken down as:
Destroyer drinking in between kicking ass and getting his ass kicked.
Destroyer throwing punches, hitting Death King with furniture, just crazy over-the-top action.
Intersperse panels of Death King talking, one word per balloon, saying “I have had enough.”
Page 10
Panel 1 – A big, grisly shot of Death King shoving his hand through Destroyer’s chest and out his back. We can show it in shadow and get some depth here, so it looks really evil. He can even be lifting him off the ground, it’s really your call.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: Gah!
Panel 2 – Death King spins to face Robot, his arm is covered with gore.
WORD BALLOON
Death King: And now, to you, nonbeliever. The undead aren’t known for their emotion, but you have taken so many of our number. Their cries have echoed, demanding your death, soulless one.
Panel 3 – Robot screaming at him, as we see hands coming out of the walls.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: If you don’t clean up this mess and get the fuck out of my house,
Page 11
Panel 1 – We see the hands grabbing and pulling him back through the hole in the wall they have created.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: I am going to rekill every single one of you!
Panel 2 – Destroyer is groggy and on his hands and knees.
WORD BALLOON
Destroyer: I didn’t hear no bell, asshole.
Panel 3 – Death King reaches inside his body and pulls out a gigantic scythe/sword. He should pull out a ton of guts and blood, too, but doesn’t even react to it. Kind of like giving birth to a weapon, so let’s make this a big panel.
SFX: Gthhhhhhuck!
Panel 4 – Robot reacting, as he is being pulled away. He is fighting off the zombies.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: You know, if I had the ability to throw up, I would. And get your fucking bony hands off of me!
Page 12
Panel 1 – Destroyer is fighting to stand and Death King has raised his blood and gore covered weapon above his head, ready to strike.
Panel 2 – The sword is almost down, as Destroyer is pulling back to throw a punch.
Panel 3 – Robot is disappearing through the hole in the wall. Hands are all over his face. Obscure him with as many zombies as you like. The idea is he can’t even fight back there are so many of them.
WORD BALLOON
Robot: Mfwhauckmahwha!
Panel 4 – The weapon comes down, slicing Destroyer in half. His eyes can bug out and you can make this as sinister or cartoony as you want. As it’s a cliffhanger, I’m more on the side of sinister, but let’s talk.
Panel 5 – Posed shot of Death King, hole in wall, Destroyer cut in half, blood everywhere. Death King has his hands resting on the weapon as it’s stuck in the ground now (kind of like that Frazetta Death Dealer painting).
WORD BALLOON
Death King: Ding.
TO BE CONTIUNUED
