Dec 072011
 

I mentioned earlier this week that I used to draw a comic called Fun ‘n’ Fantasy (FnF). It was about a roleplaying group and their wacky misadventures in the world of Rengag. I posted several issues of the comic online back in 1999 (on geocities or some other defunct free website so you can’t find them anymore). I had fun drawing it but once I started working full-time I found I didn’t have the drive to continue the time-consuming process. Of course that was when I’d have to draw the panels, then scan them, then edit them, colour them, and finally add the text. With my drawing pad the process is a lot easier.

Fab told me not too long ago that he’d have liked to see more FnF. Nowadays I’m pretty busy with Age of Animus so a full return of Fun ‘n’ Fantasy doesn’t seem likely. The compromise was a crossover between FnF and AoA, and so the idea has been percolating in my brain. I drew this picture as a teaser for it, even though the actual crossover won’t happen until mid-to-late 2012. I’d been hanging on to it, waiting for the ideal time to announce the crossover and well, that time is NOW! I may look into putting a comic book compilation of the crossover story for sale on in the Age of Animus Cafepress store when it’s done, but that won’t be for some time obviously.

Dec 022011
 

It was another two hours before he had finished cleaning himself off and dressing himself again. Gone were the scarlet clothes with black trimming, replaced by royal blue with yellow trim.

“I daresay I look even more dashing in blue than I did in red…” he said to himself as he admired his reflection. He secured the blue domino mask over his eyes, “Occasionally, Blue Rich must step in to shoulder the weight of justice!”

Satisfied with his appearance, he opened the door to his abode. Carefully this time, he poked his head out to make sure there was no oncoming traffic to splatter him. “Right then! Onward!” And out he marched with swagger in his step.

He nodded, to the townsfolk as he strode down the street, and acknowledged them with a proper tone, “Citizen.” The townsfolk paid him little heed. They were familiar with his antics.

He stood at the corner and turned back to address his adoring public, “Your eyes are clear! Blue Rich is here! So have no fear, for justice is near!” He pounded his left fist into his right palm as he said to himself, “Yes that’s the way!” He turned to face the street…and was greeted with more mud from a passing carriage.

“Oh come on!”