Just realised I never posted this short comic I made in 2019! Some of the art is a little wonky because I had to rush this out in a couple of weeks for a zine fair I was attending. I think my digital art skills have improved a bit since then.
I’m not the first person to suggest that cats are staring at something we can’t see when they stare into space but I thought it would make a fun comic idea. This was also inspired by a picture book I read a lot as a kid- Slobcat by Paul Geraghty, which had a similar narrative style though obviously without the horror elements.
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Been getting back into Undertale. It makes its rounds at the hyperfixation station every so often.
I drew some fanart a couple years back too. In my opinion I have much improved on their designs in my style, lol. I'll include that and a speed paint below the cut.
The earth has been commodified by a new and rapid magical growth, causing natural disasters, sickness, loss of communication, loss of technology, and many many deaths. No one has been able to explain why. The story starts in Oregon, still lush and green, but now an even denser rainy forest with impossibly sized trees sprawls across its entirety. They stand the size of skyscrapers, covering large swaths of the earth below in darkness. Terrifying skittering can be heard coming from the lofts of trees. On misty days fog settles around crumbling buildings, and tree longs stretch into a blurry white above. An odd stillness falling over the entire area.
Natural resources from the world before are few and far between. Plants seem tangentially familiar, but the texture is off, or the color is tinted, or the entire thing is scaled far too big.
(Concept art of the forest and broken cities below)
Moving out of what remains of Oregon, things only get stranger. Arizona and Texas and deserts -like before- only now pits have appeared, revealing only darkness below. Rock juts out in odd formations, and several pieces are defying gravity all together. Sand running down to the mainland below, like a never ending hourglass. Often viewers will find themselves lost staring at the running sand, wondering where it’s coming from, where its coming from, where it goes, and why it hasn’t stopped. When they finally look away the sun is almost set, their mouths are dry, and their legs are shaky. Who knows how long they had been standing there.
Even hotter are the wastelands. The ground ashen and devoid of all but the harshest of vegetation. The earth cracked and warbled, a glow of fire between the cracks. The earth itself is uncomfortably warm to the touch, heated from the magma below. Anyone who attempts to traverse the terrain must watch their step, lest they lose their footing and burn themselves. However they must also keep their eyes towards the sky, in case the winged beasts above decide that they are prey.
(Concept art of the wastelands below)
The great plains have cracked, crashed, and rose, affected by some cataclysmic earthquake. Leaving steep thousand foot drop offs into pools of purple liquid that the new creatures of this world drink from. It’s gorgeous, and breathtaking, and almost seems peaceful, until someone spots the large lumbering creatures below. No one wants to get close enough to find out if they’re peaceful or not.
(Concept art of the plains below)
Not everyone is gone from the world before. Pockets of safety, settlements and stragglers exist. Those that can adapt quickly survive. Those who’ve ended up alone struggle their way through wastelands or fallen cities, devoid of other human connection. Scavenging in abandoned shops for supplies, while avoiding the monsters that lurk. Those in small colonies lend much better social lives to say the least, but they’re terrified to wander outside the walls. And their scrambled together hierarchy system is bound to crumble soon if nothing is done.
New things are changing everyday, humans are shifting and morphing in ways that their body and mind wishes to reject, sprouting new limbs, fur, gaining strange elemental powers that they have no clue how to control, or if they even can. They all just want it to stop, and the fates would agree with the, if someone wasn’t meddling in the background…
THE WANDERERS
The gods aren’t supposed to step in, they’re supposed to set things up, sit back and watch it all play out. They’re supposed to be the directors of the play, not act in it. But when a mortal tries to rise to the status of the gods, and becomes power hungry in the process, their hands are forced. But there are rules for this sort of thing. A council is brought together, and each of them choose one being. One individual with the qualities they deem fit to save the world from total ruin.
Two unsure boys.
One timid, and doomed to death before the adventure even begins, but bright and clever. Daemen
The other hot headed, angry at the world, (and rightly so), but strong willed, and charismatic when need be. Max
One excited girl.
Naive and loud, but friendly, loyal, and has a damn good right hook. Juniper
And one terrified individual
Stubborn, and a little selfish, but quick, honest, and learning how to care again. Indrid Webb
They’re finding their footing, scared and stumbling. However, the gods have faith that they will complete their task in time. They have to. It’s not like saving the world come with a backup plan.
(The Wanderers, first image, from left to right, Juniper, Indrid, Daemen, Max)
All concept art shown is illustrated by me and me alone!
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