I'm such a tease.

Because I don't have a viable place to put this comic for online viewing purposes, I'll tease everyone with the first page. Lame, I know. I'm also just too lazy to convert them all to JPEGs right now anyway.

-Maxburg out. Again.

Ideas.

I've got an idea for a new comic. It'd be less story-oriented, and each page might even be drawn in a way that makes it its own short story. Of course, it would be about the same character every time.

The basic idea would be a comic about my possible, yet hopefully avoided future. It would be about a version of Max with a different name and a different appearance - one that is far more pathetic than any future Max you could imagine. It'd be a 30 or so year old version of me who is still living at home, is still unemployed, and is still taking just a few classes at a time, wishing that his dream of becoming a famous artist would just fall in his lap.

This future Max would never speak in the comic, just to enhance his timid lack of personality. This idea is basically a personal, gallows-humor look into what I never want to become. It'll be filled with fantasies, wishes, and, most of all, hilariously painful reality.

The best thing about this is the fact that I could work on it as slowly as I want... I'd release each page episodically.

Or maybe I won't release anything. We shall see.

- Maxburg out.

GENTLEMEN... BEHOLD!

I BRING YOU... THE FIRST SEVEN PAGES OF MY COMIC! BWAHAHAHAHAHAH! AAHAHAHAHAHA!

It's presented here unaltered and fresh from the scanner. I'm still going to add text and whatnot, and I'm also going to touch things up that need it.

So there you go. There are two more that have been inked (not shaded) and another two that I've just finished penciling in. So I'm getting there. Seriously. ...No, really.

- Maxburg out.

Nerds on a Plane

My flight was delayed for about 30 minutes while we were taxiing to the runway, and I got the urge to draw a picture of Laura K.

Oh, the false innocence portrayed in this stylized portrait is hilarious. After I was done with this, I had just about enough of drawing those mothafuckin' nerds on that mothafuckin' plane.

Maybe I'll post something that I spent more than an hour on soon. Maybe.

Maxburg out.

Rise, Forsaken Warrior.

I'm obviously hung up on the Undead. What can I say, they're fun as hell to draw. Rotting, cold, and confused, a long-dead warrior awakes in his tomb, his most recent memory being an orc's heavy axe tearing through his flesh. His new life begins - a life in service of the Dark Lady.

I'm such a fucking nerd.

Until next time,

Maxburg out.

Sketchbook Stuff, Old and New

Aaalright, time for some postage. These are various things that I picked out of my sketchbooks. The three first ones are from today and a few weeks ago.

For some reason I thought I'd draw Quizzical, a character that I play WoW with. He has a habit of putting his penis in my ear... in a virtual manner, of course.

This is Groh, my Orc warrior. I drew him a while back, so this armor's pretty dated, but that isn't important.

Groh again, running from... something. Groh often ends up dead, as the man behind the wheel doesn't steer him in the right directions half the time. His fate can be sealed in rather untimely and gruesome (if not humiliating) ways.


Alright, this is an old one. Marcus Fenix from Gears of War.
Hunter as a gorilla. We had finished watching Mulholland Drive in English class one day, and whilst eating pizza and drinking smoothies I devised this drawing of an enraged gorilla-Hunter, to which he created his own dialog.
An elder alien. Character design.

This is an awesome explosion that I drew in a sketchbook, but I couldn't replicate the feel of it in pen in the comic that it was drawn for. Shame. Also, Crysis erotica in the lower left-hand corner.

Concept art for my comic-in-progress. I'm proud of this one.

Alright, that's all I've got for now. If I do any ACTUAL art sometime soon, I promise I'll post it. Until then...

Maxburg out.

I have not died.

No, seriously, I'm absolutely in the realm of the living. Not dead, not undead, but perhaps not totally alive. Before I even begin with poetics, I'll go ahead and post some little doodles I've done in my Psychology class... not my Illustration class... not my Art History class... nooo. My community college Psych class. :[

An emblem of sorts. I'm actually really proud of this, because it's slightly sleek, downright chic, and it illustrates my timidity and lack of self-confidence perfectly. Oh wait... that's nothing to be proud of. Fuck-a-doodle-doo.

World of Warcraft is one of the two games I'm playing right now, the reason for that being if you're playing WoW, there's not much time for other games. Don't worry, I haven't lost any friends to the world of Azeroth, I'm just using a fictitious realm to satisfy my unquenched thirst for social interaction whilst I try and get a job where I can meet REAL friends. Oh yeah, this is an undead fella, playing a hastily added keyboard with no keys. This drawing = me losing interest and being lazy.

Alright, I don't have anything else to post here at the moment... nothing else scanned, at least. I'll do my best to keep this artblog running, as the frequent posts on Hunter's artblog are pretty damn frequent. And yes, this IS a competition.

Maxburg out.