So you want to be a Webcomic? Enh? What's that, speak up, can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!

Okay, so here's the skinny on my little corner of the internet

I stole the way I work these comics from Nate Piekos
I work with a beautiful program called Alias SketchpadPro
And maybe Illustrator sometime if I can relearn how it's done. ^_^

Fonts courtesy of Blambot Comic Fonts.
I'm poor. So they are freebies till Ican buy some of the way cooler ones.

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This is where the once-off images will go. Also should I accrue fanart, this will have a subsection here as well.

This will be the little storage bin for the crew here at Disposable Heroes. I promise to get 'round to updating bios and such eventually.

"Disposable Heroes" is an anthology comic. It's a list of all the writings I've done, rewritten and set to comic panel format. Something like 'Amazing Stories' or 'The Twilight Zone' or the kind of pulp science fiction I grew up reading. I'd always go find the latest issue of 'Amazing Stories!' or Asimov's ... I would read and read and these stories made it into my very core. I was particular to a few and kept them. Remember, what you see here is about 5% of my writing. As 95% of the rest is just garbage. Then again, 95% of everything is garbage.

Here's a brief synopsis

"Once Upon A Time"
The more private side of a D&D Campaign I ran for a few friends, a few years ago. I drew up the entire coast and got everything all setup, each character had their own background storiesand everything.

But the day I started the campaign; the alcohol had gotten started before the sun set. So I was left with a campaign of D&D characters with all these little 'touches of life' added in for more realism.

Elan'Malharruil Elu Orondar's original naime was Seithenn Faudaur ...
High Elven Chevalier borne of noble blood but denied his birthright by court politics, he plots for hundreds of years and eventually through a bloody overthrow, takes back his right, with the evidence he held onto for so long.

Peket's a creation of my Muse.
Priestess of Bastet, stranger in a strange land, she's on a pilgrimage to the great Dwarven Kingdoms.

"A Day In The Life Of..."

This one is written by Nox and myself, Nox is a vetran of the 2nd gulf war, some of these stories aren't funny, but then again, they're all based of of events that either happened to him, or happened to someone he knew firsthand. Nox is one of the main reasons I finally got started working on this project. He's tossing together things with various freebie programs he can grab, and when he comes to the studio he has access to the other goodies we've got here. So expect there to be some snags in the process while we work out consistency.

"You bet your Life!"

The future of reality TV and Game Shows. What if you really could bet your life on something. Is your life worth a new kitchen set?

"No it really happened."

This is the autobiographical storyish that's based on the real people around me. You'll have myself, the Author, and various people I know. Basically a peek on the straight up insanity that's going on all over this world.
Note: Look for a strip soon about stories I 'wroten' way back. And some serious 'code poaching'.

"And the Rain was Warm"

A shortstory I wrote under the tutelage of Tara Harper, who helped me understand some of the concepts behind writing. It was a great semester, she'd come in each week on Wednesday and do an Artist In Residence program for about 3 hours. I think there were 10 of us in the class so we all got to write and work with the mechanics of writing.

I remember coming up with a good justification for the name Darren as the name of the AI. Witness, the birth of sentient machine-gods! Watch them wreak havok on all of humanity. Or ponder the way rain splatters off the glass and the permutations of infinity.

I think I pulled Nancy out of the hat of girls I had a crush on and was about to confess said to, but got yoinked away in yet another lifetime move. Nancy works for her name. She is the girl genius, who builds things always puttering around. Managed to find some run down old building, what used to be the Oregon Convention Center here in Portland, and is living in it for what it could be considered living, it's nearly condemned. I want to go get some good refernce pictures before I start putting this one to pen once more. I found some old hardcopies of the first chapter and am working on OCR'ing them.

Industrial Espionage in the era where the law dosen't care so long as your corporation pays their bills.

"Sam Spade: Detective"

In the future there exists a small living museum of fiction, in this museum, a young man lives and works, living the life of someone from the days of film noir detectives, gumshoes, 1911 pistols. Outside the museum, humanity moved on and technology moves at a blistering pace of cyberpunk future... But nobody inside the museum except registered visitors, is allowed technology beyond what's canon for their era. Well, you're not allowed to _show_ anything.

I used to try finding all the episodes of this I could find, old radio plays I'd listen to while waiting for the bus from high school that would take me to my afternoon classes at college, then the long wait through rush hour traffic. I swear one day I'll find and buy the library copies of the tapes I wore through. :)

"Memories of an Old War: The North Star Stories"

A collaborative writing effort of 3 really bored Science Fiction junkies. Adam Wade, Joseph Carpenter, and myself. This set of stories was written from three distinct points of view, overall the theme is a civil war on Mars.

At one point in time we were working on this, and the other two made me promise if I got famous writing this up and continuing with the story, that they'd get their cut. So, gentlemen, ladies, (I'm presuming I'll have female viewers) if anyone knows where these two people are, or has ever heard of Joe Carpenter, or Adam Wade, tell them I'm putting the stories to good use and yes, I'll keep their share of the royalties for this section seperate.

Adam used to spend his bored moments in class drawing up the characters and scenarios, so I owe him some credit in the art department as well. :)

I just wish I had his old drawings handy, realize as I write this file, the memories of his sketches are around 10-13 years old.

Last I heard, Joseph moved to the midwest and was married, and Adam had joined the Air Force Academy...

"Z: A diary of frustration"
In about 1990 I first started writing the story of Zarnth, a Drakon Trooper. I had no idea what it would turn into . . . It started out as a 'First Contact' story. Where mankind meets aliens. Aliens who are for lack of a better term already at war with one another.

Then I carried the name Zarnth various places, used it for my Dragon wherever I could go in online roleplaying that would let me run around as a dragon, or well, even better, let me stomp around just as I wrote Zarnth.

A little while ago, I thought of the idea of illustrating a daily-life comic, a Dragon the creature of magic and fantasy, trying to make a living out of life. But through two factors: using magic to hide himself, and the fact nobody's going ot believe in something like dragons.

How does one manage a tail given office furniture?

Along the way he meets an elf, and the two live together as the odd couple. The elf is pissed, like many elves, she's resistant to magic, so she has trouble keeping illusions up. She's getting really really tired of having to shift around between high schools and junior high schools because she is not able to go through with convincing anyone she's old enough to be in college. That and she's envious the human girls have huge titties by comparison.

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