SELF INSERT WEBCOMIC TIME (illustrated!)
Oct. 4th, 2010 01:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowli was going to draw hourlies today but instead i sat around thinking about webcomic scripts
usually once the side poufs reach sid vicious proportions i know that it is time to shave my head again
self insert web comic character me is a supervillain with a secret lair in a moonbase maintaining a civilian cover as an unemployed musician and internet person
justin is a photographer whose secret identity is that he's an ex gov't assassin, and someday it is revealed that his assassin persona is like ridiculously texan stereotype and shoots people with six-guns and wears a hat
jen doesn't have a secret identity and this makes her sad
3x3 panel grid
Climbing up attic-ladder into portal: "Ok, I'm off to the moonbase! Text me if you need me!" Wol: :C
Panel runs full width - bottom half is in house, talking head, ladder goes up and top half is ladder emerging in moonbase. "What? You still pissy because you don't have a secret identity? I told you you could be TWIC at the moonbase!"
"That's not the same! It's not really /mine/ then!"
bottom row left hand is jen going up ladder right hand is owl doing shit to a huge-ass computer on the moonbase and word balloon for owl is ".. You could kill somebody?" "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!"
the moonbase shit would only be there when i felt like being homo mostly it would be like a comic about how we went to the grocery store and necey disrespected us
i actually look nothing at all like bruce willis with tits, but if i can have a goddamn moon base i can damn well be drawn like bruce willis with tits
Part one: answering the ad. Carefully gluing up mohawk, driving out to bum-fuck nowhere (the sign on the road says welcome to bum-fuck nowhere), dilapidated house by the railroad track, greeted by three greasy long-haired fat guys in corpse paint who just stand there in silence when the door opens
Part two: playing
"Now we rock some really complex metal music, okay, and we want to be sure you think you'll be able to keep up."
Grim nod, setting up the giant black Guitar Hero controller for ULTIMATE ROCK.
Panel of band performing, all musical notes in the air and shit. Line of musical notes out of the bass starts real small and intermittent and grows. Owl looking interested.
Another panel like above but owl is ttly rockin out and the bass' notes are all like meedly meedly awesome and shit
Yet another only the rest of the band has stopped and there is no more ULTIMATE ROCK and everyone is staring and the bass notes dweedle out and stop with an asterisk
Part three: playing some more
"We need you to be less... elaborate."
"Yeah, can you just give us something less elaborate?"
Panel of band performing. Owl looks incredibly bored. Bass notes are just dum. dum. dum. dum. dum. dum. dum.
Extremely pleased corpsepaint dudes surround an incredibly bored Owl. "That was amazing!" "Yeah, that was great!"
Part four, months later:
In kitchen, "what happened to playing with that metal band, anyway?" Owl all "Oh..."
FLASHBACK PANEL: Getting out of car at night, dilapidated house by railroad tracks silhouetted against a full moon.
Three greasy long-haired fat guys in corpse paint open the door and say in obvious monotone "we have decided to become blood brothers in christ" "you may now see us perform at the youth group every thursday" "god bless you"
door is closed.
END FLASHBACK. "Things didn't work out."
and an arc about going to new york and hanging out with self insert webcomic neev and part of this arc involves me going home to see my family and when i go see my grandmother in the hospital she is literally obviously drawn as a knockoff ursula
and this is done in two pages, i get to the nursing home and go in her room and she's obviously ursula and i say hi grandma and she says hi and then we stand there in silence for a panel
and then the next page "so how've you - " "are you still living in texas?" "..yes" . silence for another panel
and then the panel fills up with ink and ursula says oops sorry guess you'll have to go home now
oh shit i think like ages later we should go see a show at a bar because the name of the band is HEAVY METAL JESUS
and it's those three guys again and they preface all their songs with awkward speeches about how jesus is the most metal thing ever. because he died on a cross. with iron nails in his hands. and that's really metal.
HOW ADVENTURES BEGIN
usually once the side poufs reach sid vicious proportions i know that it is time to shave my head again
self insert web comic character me is a supervillain with a secret lair in a moonbase maintaining a civilian cover as an unemployed musician and internet person
justin is a photographer whose secret identity is that he's an ex gov't assassin, and someday it is revealed that his assassin persona is like ridiculously texan stereotype and shoots people with six-guns and wears a hat
jen doesn't have a secret identity and this makes her sad
3x3 panel grid
Climbing up attic-ladder into portal: "Ok, I'm off to the moonbase! Text me if you need me!" Wol: :C
Panel runs full width - bottom half is in house, talking head, ladder goes up and top half is ladder emerging in moonbase. "What? You still pissy because you don't have a secret identity? I told you you could be TWIC at the moonbase!"
"That's not the same! It's not really /mine/ then!"
bottom row left hand is jen going up ladder right hand is owl doing shit to a huge-ass computer on the moonbase and word balloon for owl is ".. You could kill somebody?" "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!"
the moonbase shit would only be there when i felt like being homo mostly it would be like a comic about how we went to the grocery store and necey disrespected us
i actually look nothing at all like bruce willis with tits, but if i can have a goddamn moon base i can damn well be drawn like bruce willis with tits
Part one: answering the ad. Carefully gluing up mohawk, driving out to bum-fuck nowhere (the sign on the road says welcome to bum-fuck nowhere), dilapidated house by the railroad track, greeted by three greasy long-haired fat guys in corpse paint who just stand there in silence when the door opens
Part two: playing
"Now we rock some really complex metal music, okay, and we want to be sure you think you'll be able to keep up."
Grim nod, setting up the giant black Guitar Hero controller for ULTIMATE ROCK.
Panel of band performing, all musical notes in the air and shit. Line of musical notes out of the bass starts real small and intermittent and grows. Owl looking interested.
Another panel like above but owl is ttly rockin out and the bass' notes are all like meedly meedly awesome and shit
Yet another only the rest of the band has stopped and there is no more ULTIMATE ROCK and everyone is staring and the bass notes dweedle out and stop with an asterisk
Part three: playing some more
"We need you to be less... elaborate."
"Yeah, can you just give us something less elaborate?"
Panel of band performing. Owl looks incredibly bored. Bass notes are just dum. dum. dum. dum. dum. dum. dum.
Extremely pleased corpsepaint dudes surround an incredibly bored Owl. "That was amazing!" "Yeah, that was great!"
Part four, months later:
In kitchen, "what happened to playing with that metal band, anyway?" Owl all "Oh..."
FLASHBACK PANEL: Getting out of car at night, dilapidated house by railroad tracks silhouetted against a full moon.
Three greasy long-haired fat guys in corpse paint open the door and say in obvious monotone "we have decided to become blood brothers in christ" "you may now see us perform at the youth group every thursday" "god bless you"
door is closed.
END FLASHBACK. "Things didn't work out."
and an arc about going to new york and hanging out with self insert webcomic neev and part of this arc involves me going home to see my family and when i go see my grandmother in the hospital she is literally obviously drawn as a knockoff ursula
and this is done in two pages, i get to the nursing home and go in her room and she's obviously ursula and i say hi grandma and she says hi and then we stand there in silence for a panel
and then the next page "so how've you - " "are you still living in texas?" "..yes" . silence for another panel
and then the panel fills up with ink and ursula says oops sorry guess you'll have to go home now
oh shit i think like ages later we should go see a show at a bar because the name of the band is HEAVY METAL JESUS
and it's those three guys again and they preface all their songs with awkward speeches about how jesus is the most metal thing ever. because he died on a cross. with iron nails in his hands. and that's really metal.
HOW ADVENTURES BEGIN
