Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween

Ernest arrived home late one night and found his door ajar. As he approached the patio he saw a red glow inside like the numbers on a digital clock. Climbing the stairs, he noticed a second glow. This one was green. The front door lay on the patio floor, cracked to splinters. Ernest thought to call the police, but his cellphone was inside the house. He had no desire to wake the neighbors at this hour, and thought whoever did this must be gone because none of the lights were on, just the two glowing lights. Ernest picked up a chunk of the door frame nearly the size of a baseball bat. He bit his lower lip and lunged through the door. Scraping his hand along the wall he found the light switch. The chandalier illuminated the room and its three occupants. One of them, Ernest, and the other two, great pairs of teeth on impish bodies, fat, and skin the color of vomit. Ernest tried to scream, but choked instead. He backed against the wall. The nearer of the two sat on the rug, picking at the carcus of some dead thing so brutally massacred that it took a moment for Ernest to realize it was his dog. The second creature stood on an overturned chair, ripping the innards out of a cuckoo clock which should have read half past two. Both turned from their destruction and looked at Ernest crucified against the wall. Even in the light their eyes glowed red and green. The closer of the two opened its jaws, wider, and wider, and wider till it could have easily swallowed a human head! The thing gurgled as gore sucked down its windpipe. It shrieked the most horrific sound, too terrible to be of this Earth. Ernest flinched and his arm hit the light switch, plunging him into darkness. Ernest ran out the door so fast that the next thing he knew he was three blocks away.

The police blamed the incident on a pack of bears who were on record for killing a house pet the next town over. The psychologist attributed Ernest's eccentric recollection to hallucinations induced by post traumatic stress after seeing his pet of fourteen years eaten alive. In any event, Ernest doesn't live in that house anymore, he's six feet under, because one night he woke up and saw two glows next to his bed.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Tuesday, October 15, 2013


The Gaia Imperium sent Mortimer to retrieve an artifact from the Knave's fortress on Earth, which intelligence believed to be the source of the Knave's power. A Knave guard caught Mortimer stealing the artifact and sounded the alarm. Mortimer ran for dear life as the entire Knave hoard spewed from every crevice of the fortress. Rokgashauz, the Knave Lord, hit Mortimer with an energy blast that split the sky. The blast obliterated the left side of Mortimer's body and the artifact along with it. Fearing extinction, the spirit of the artifact entered Mortimer's body, keeping him alive. Mortimer's partner, the cyborg Walter, scooped up Mortimer's carcus and flew him back to Earth where he built Mortimer a new body with the technology he built. Now Mortimer has a reoccurring dream where he singlehandedly slaughters an entire Human army with his new-found powers.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Officer Douglas

Officer Douglas ranked top in his class at the police academy, where he specialized in tracking and interrogation. Commissioner Maxwell expelled Douglas from the force when six, high profile drug dealers died during Douglas's interrogation. Now Douglas roams the streets dishing out his own version of justice to cop and criminal alike.

Saturday, October 12, 2013


Antoc murdered his daughter, Poe, after she reported his abuse to the police and tried to run away. Now she haunts the night collecting the spirits of dreamers with her lantern, and takes them to the place where souls run free.

I based Poe's design off the musician.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


The King of Limbo, Wigamire answers the call of those whom have just lost a loved one. Wigamire offers to steal the spirit of the deceased before it reaches Judgment. The distraught lover gladly accepts, but at a terrible price. The dead body cannot sustain a soul and quickly dies again, only now they are "Undead"— a soul trapped inside its dead body, and under the control of Wigamire. With the snap of his fingers, Wigamire leads the undead back to Limbo to be his slave.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Hector Von Skeltor

Hector Von Skeltor is the King of Freaks and ringleader of the Troupe du Kompf, a band of bizarre circus performers who seek refuge from "normal people" who shun and scorn them. When Hector cracks his whip, there is nothing the troupe wouldn't do for him, even if it means risking their lives.