CHILDREN ARE THE DAMNED; or, LI’L SCAPULA
This story was originally published April 10th-May 22nd; you can read it in Scapula Volume 2: Fear the Failure.
This story was originally published April 10th-May 22nd; you can read it in Scapula Volume 2: Fear the Failure.
I need a shit kicker tshirt
Make sure to take pictures of your caricatures and subjects. Love seeing those.
The portrait/flash-back panels are a stroke of genius, Mr. C – amazing work! Your profile of Scapula is incredible, too… well, the whole thing is. As always.
I do feel kinda’ sorry for Scapula, though… I’m not sure orange is his color…
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Usually I try to make some kind of witty comment, but this time I’m just going to say that the writing on Scapula is getting really good! I like the depth that you’re adding to the story, Aidan.
Aw, look! It’s Lil’ Scappy, the Innocent One. I loves stories like these where we go back to find out what makes these villains tick. I think that’s one of the things that was lacking when they messed up the whole Hobgoblin story by making him Ned Leeds (shudder) at the time. I did get the original revised story with the true HobGob, but by then it was years later and I cared a lot less.
I know you’re gonna do Scap’s orgin proud, A! Can’t wait for it!
Oh, Edgar, maybe you have the same story to tell? He he he —
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
@Bearman I’m s__t-kicking myself for not bringing a camera. Caricature and artwork aside, I got to meet a lot of cool monster-movie stars (James Hong, Haruo Nakajima, the family of Boris Karloff and Lon Chaney, etc). It was monster-nerd heaven.
@SpilledInky Thank you mucho, Roberto. The best thing about doing collages is that I can recycle old artwork and pretend I’m working…did I just think that or did I type it out loud?
@JerryBenedict I’m just going to say thank you very much Jeremy and leave it at that.
@George I wasn’t too big of a fan of Roderick Kingsley (“my” Hobgoblin was, and is, Jason Macendale, even if he was a loser…you can all tell I feel sorry for loser supervillains). But anyway, yeah, stories that get inside the characters heads are always fun. And if I get enough interest in the second book, you can all read the origins of Throgor, Hypnausea, Toxsick and the new guy.
HINT! HINT! HINT! HINT! HINT!
@Dan Gosh, Danny Boy, what you must have gone through, you poor little…WAAAAAAITAMINUTE, that’s the origin of ANOTHER goofy, stupid supervillain!
I normally don’t like a lot of yakkity-yak-yak, since I’m married to well intentioned yipper, but at least your dialogue leads me someplace! o.O
@jynksie In this comic the yaketty-yak leads up to an image of a dad beating up a kid. I don’t know if you and your wife’s yaketty-yak leads to the same thing…let’s hope not!
Oh boy. My origin story senses are tingling! 🙂 Can’t wait!
@Spencey Good to hear!…as for the tingling, there are certain ointments that will take care of that.
You’ve got me hooked for this story already. Love the last panel. The coloring is awesome… whatever you do, don’t have Lil Scap have a unicorn mural on his wall… we know he is messed up, but I think that would take it too far… lol 😀
@Roland Hooked! Got me a live one!
It’s doubtful that Edgar would have unicorns on his bedroom wall. After all, he’s interested in GIRLS, if you get my drift…and if you don’t, well, there’s a Lady Gaga video that will clarify the reference.
Hmm… If that guy wasn’t so muscular and had more hair, and wore sleeveless undershirts, he could pass for the guy who I was told was my father (but there was no way if proving that kind of thing in those days). I love the way you set this one up. Looking forward to more, but I expect it to be pretty painful.
@Jande Egad…Jande and Scapula are long-lost siblings! TEARFUL REUNION TIME!
As Mary Jo Pehl said in MST3K, “Until next time…fresh pain awaits!”