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If you think you see a face,

Then you know it’s just a mirror.

If you think it’s you you’re seeing,

Then you better know your place.

They can hide you, they can hunt you,

But they’ll never ever beat you

If you tell them not to eat you

With a firm and steady, at-the-ready, thoroughly constabulary billy club of greatness at your side.

(It also helps to look them in the eyes.)


I never posted the last bunch of draws I made.. I suppose I ought to remedy that at some point.

This is a poster of sorts, for a script I never finished. The basic notion, the thing that kept me working on it, was an idea of a crown that, in addition to bestowing upon its wearer the rulership of some faraway, magical country, also slowly turns the king into a living statue over a period of seven years. During those seven years, the king cannot be killed, nor can the crown be wrested from his head, but once the seven years are over he will become a mere statue and the crown will pass to the next king.

Thus, he who would hold power must be prepared to sacrifice himself.

So, naturally, there must be some character with the will and ingenuity to try to beat that system – I’m thinking, by putting the crown on his son’s head, and intending to use him as a catspaw. The film could be the story of that son, facing the choice of when / how much to stand up to his father and fight for himself and his country.

Also at some point he rides a dragon. Not sure where that works in, but somewhere. Oh, and there’s an Empire on the verge of invading or possibly just annexing the country, and they have an Immortal Empress who’s in charge of absolutely everything, thus a source of keening envy to our very mortal, very non-omnipotent protagonist.


When I come home from my customer service job it is 7:00 or later and I have not eaten in some time and I am nauseous and I want to never ever speak to another human being for the rest of my days.

Sometimes in the mornings I pray that my train will crash before I get to work so I won’t have to go in after all.

I’m hoping that I can leverage my extreme discomfort into profound life changes before my soul passes out from exhaustion.

My life is a work in progress.

Patterns are ley lines. Inspiration is goop. With me so far? Ley lines describe the flow of goop, which can be tapped into for material gain. It is therefore beneficial to prospect for these ley lines, which can be discerned through careful, logical extrapolation of the evidence given by your senses. The keenness of your senses is what the game is all about – prospectors must find / deduce the location of the ley lines, then priests must bless / engineer buildings to take advantage of them. Priests are good at clarifying, making things concrete, and skillful priests are able to build structures in harmony with their environments, thus more gradually depleting the Earth’s bounty of goop.

It’s all a giant metaphor for pattern recognition, see, you have the prophets, who glimpse dimly at a possible deeper truth, who squint hazily at the moral eclipse of the sun and try to sketch what they see, you know the ones, the ones who seem like strangers in the moment. Those are the guys getting glimmers of intelligence telling them cluefully where a pattern / ley line might be, where they could suck inspiration out of the ground, and they had best learn logic if they know what is good for them. In particular it will help them discern which are the true glimmers of something real and which are the illusions of a warlock / devil-memes from the bowels of capitalism.

See? It all fits. That’s why I have to risk everything to make a Dragon-themed Metroidvania strategy-prospecting MMO card game. I’m telling you, I have seen it.

Through a glass, darkly.

Keep burning.

I guess that wasn’t enough.

“Hurry, hurry!”

Don’t mind him. Coyote has no interest whatsoever in interrupting… whatever it is you are doing.

Hate me because I just gave you cancer.