Buried Treasure
The title of this post implies that whatever it is that I found, it is valuable. I wish that were true. In reality, recently I found a few loose pages of a comic my friend and I drew in high school. Back then, I liked things like The Matrix and ... I dunno.... G.I. Joe. This is reflected in my choice of art. I apologize in advance for any nausea or mental pain you might endure from the viewing of this post.
Ok, a few pages are missing here and there (and there is absolutely no plot what-so-ever), so nothing may make sense. But bare with me, and you will end up jealous of my artistic ability.
First, some guy is sitting on a throne of some sort.... he is apparently content?
ok, as you can see here, this man just destroyed some sort of monster with his strength and agility.
here, my friend Kris Lavertue makes a guest-art appearance. This is the introduction of this blue guy. Not sure who he is? read on.
he's sexy, huh? I know.
maybe I missed a few pages, but here he is at his computer. We now learn that he is some sort of assassin... sent to kill rich people? anyway. That isn't the point. The point is, he is now breaking into Bill Gates's home to kill him. A few pages are missing here, but the gist of it is: He breaks in, Bill Gates gets scared and calls his guards....
woah. I'm taken aback by the awesomeness of this blue guy's moves.
ok, so Bill Gates just made fun of this blue guy's sweet kick-move. Not a good idea.
This gets pretty disgusting... I'm not sure if I drew this next part, or if it was Kris, but I hope to God it wasn't me.
yeah..... continuing on? yes. keep in mind, I was much younger then... more immature... BUT WASN'T THAT SWEET?
alright, if you can't read it, it basically says that Carson Daly is the blue-dude's next target. Who knows why... He dresses as Moby.
But! Oh jeez! Moby calls TRL saying he can't make it! the blue man is caught red handed.
what? He's shot? oh man. this is intense.
yeah... so that's all I'm gonna show you. It just gets more and more ridiculous. I hope you enjoyed taking a little gander into my high school mind.
Man I was lame.