Author Archive: Dan S

Hello all, my name is Dan and I’m a student at The University of Toronto. I’m taking this challenge as I have recently
started doing a lot of less creative and more corporate style work at both my jobs (I work as a PR intern and run a college newspaper), and I really want a chance to explore my own narratives. That being said, I didn’t want to do Novel November again and I’ve been looking for something to help me kick start my failed stalled webcomic for some time, so this challenge seemed perfect.
I’m more of a photographer/writer, but I’d like to at least challenge myself to sketch the characters I create this month.

If you want to follow my things, I can be found on Tumblr and Twitter.

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#3 A Lost One

| November 3, 2011 | 0 Comments

Lost Ones are the insane, cannibalistic remnants of…actually, more on that later in the month. All you really need to know for now is that they spend their short lives serving their master and creator — when they’re not trying to maim and eat one another that is. In short, it’s best to avoid them.

(Artist’s Note: Heavily inspired by Tank Girl and Gorillaz artist Jamie Hewlett, as well as my first time using Paint SAI. I quite enjoy both)

#2 Anton the Butcher

| November 3, 2011 | 0 Comments

Anton the Butcher left his homeland with his wife with a skip in his step and a song in his heart. He was headed to Toronto, where he had heard rumours of great opportunity and fortune. The weather, he had heard, was not as temperate as the coast, but the rumours spoke of a vibrant city where the jobs were plentiful and the money flowed.

Anton found himself employed by the William Davies Company — just another cog in the massive pork industry machine that gave Toronto its epithet of “Hogtown.” The work was brutal, messy and bloody. The labourers worked in grim silence, the sickening thud of cleaver through carcass the only sound filling the heavy putrid air.

The atmosphere of the plant had a profound impact on Anton. He no longer smiled. He no longer cared. He was trapped by his profession no matter where he went. And as h lost himself further and further into a world of dead flesh and blood, his wife found her escape in the drink. Taking advantage of Anton’s wages and long hours she fled into the seedy night-life of a city fuelled by the prohibition to the south.

Anton was not stupid. He realised what was happening while he was away. There was little doubt in his mind that his wife had not only taken up that drink, but had started seeing other men as a way of further satisfying her desires. One day he left work early, and sought her out, only to find her in the arms of another man.

He killed them both. To him they were just two more carcasses, ready to be processed.

Unfortunately for Anton, the man he killed had certain obligations to certain people. Powerful people. At once frustrated with the loss of profit and impressed by Anton’s callous killing manner, it was arranged that despite Anton having been arrested for the murders, he would be released on “insufficient evidence” — the caveat of the release being that he was to act as an enforcer and Sheriff for his would-be indemnitors until a time they deemed the debts of the man he murdered paid.

#1 The Gentleman Anteater

| November 1, 2011 | 0 Comments

BEHOLD! THE MIGHTY GENTLEMAN ANTEATER. Genetically crafted to be brilliant and sizably larger than most anteaters, he lost his mind when the scientists at the lab began using Raid to disperse an ant infestation. Seeing this as a waste and an affront to nature, he became an eco-terrorist, determined to bring mankind to its knees. However, he quickly found this life to be quite un-fulfilling  and lonely, as he found most eco-terrorists to be ideological windbags heavy on rhetoric and low on brains. His schemes slowly lost their environmental tilt, and became more lucrative and nefarious as time went on.

Many years have passed, and the Gentleman Anteater has since retired to his estate, where he spends his days isolated, enjoying the finery he has collected. While he still occasionally flies into rages reminiscent of his old self, his advanced age and blossoming senility leave him best described as quite mad, but delightfully so. These days he’s more likely to offer you a scotch than rob and disembowel you, but that’s only if he can remember where he left his monocle — he’s near blind without it.

 

 

2011 Challenger: Dan Seljak

| October 31, 2011 | 1 Comment

Hello all, my name is Dan and I’m a student at The University of Toronto. I’m taking this challenge as I have recently
started doing a lot of less creative and more corporate style work at both my jobs (I work as a PR intern and run a college newspaper), and I really want a chance to explore my own narratives. That being said, I didn’t want to do Novel November again and I’ve been looking for something to help me kick start my failed stalled webcomic for some time, so this challenge seemed perfect. 
I’m more of a photographer/writer, but I’d like to at least challenge myself to sketch the characters I create this month.

If you want to follow my things, I can be found on Tumblr and Twitter.