With bright, shiny faces. Or tentacles, or chitonous mandibles. Okay, so it’s been quite a stretch since the last post, but now there’s rather a load of ideographs worth posting. First up are some doodles I’ve been conjuring while pretending to do my other paying job. The Naga with the big meathooks is the prelim […]
A little something from the days of yore. At the risk of coming over with unbecoming flippancy, the visuals really ought to tell the story.
More White Wolf action. Actually, the word apocalypse is merely Greek for revelation. I’ve always found it curious how we’ve come to regard both words as synonyms for disaster and catastrophe. Perhaps for those with something to hide (occult=hidden), the act of revelation might seem a catastrophic experience. “The Truth will out”, quoth the bard.
Technically, she is an Aberrant (White Wolf’s answer to Mutants). So by virtue of that alone, she’s pretty much a walking Id brimming over with Jungian Shadow who has been cursed with the dubious boon (bane?) of being able to level a city block with the twitch of her eyebrow. You might say she answers […]
“From ghosties and ghoulies and long-leggity beasties and things that go bump in the night, may the good Lord preserve us.” –old Scottish prayer Moral evaluations notwithstanding, there’s no such thing as an ugly monster. Monsters may be macabre, grotesque, abhorrent-even blasphemous. But just plain old everyday ugly? Not a bit of it. Any decent […]