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What's This Thing About, Anyways? |
| Sh*t happens - even to demons. |
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As for plot, I'd be lying if I said I knew. Kidding.
Really. We have a plot, now! And it's about Alex, the Beast
of the number 666 (also known as the Jackal, the Kaldicuck, and various
other names), who has an awfully mild personality for a demon who's the
right hand of the Devil. |
| Inspiration |
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That's a good question. For the most part, it just "happened". The situations, zingers, and jokes, however, were all suggested and even demanded throughout a series of loud, vehement, highly discouraged, and all-around strange discussions that probably got way out of hand. Some, like "BeelzeSub", I got from watching Conan O'Brien, and some were out of obscure fanfics scattered throughout the Teen Titans section on Fanfiction.Net. A few were influenced by my favorite book, Good Omens - and once you look at the world like that, it's never really the same. The characters: specifically that of Alex, was inspired by people doing retarded things with paper. Originally, he was just a sketch that I'd wanted to do after seeing most of my PE class beg John to make paper claws for them, and then run around wearing them in order to frighten the mundanes. I stated to them that someday there would be a comic that would feature some bulked up dude with huge metal claws. They told me I should do it. I laughed. The next class day, I had a composite sketch of a character I called "Jack", short for "Jackal" - though I had written on the page, and had originally misspelled as, "Jackle". Chelsea was the first to see it - her comment will always be my favorite: "Ooh, he's sexy." Alex saw him next, immediately commandeering my pencil, crossing out "Jackle", and putting "ALEX" under it. It was then that we - Alex, Chelsea, and I - started talking. We sat on those bleachers and discussed this guy. They liked the character, and so did I; so much so that we figured he deserved a comic. Thus, I started on the first page. It's one of those things. You know, the ones you just start and it takes its own course. You're not even thinking about it as you do it - the comic equivalent of "it writes itself". But we all simultaneously decided that this should be some sort of extremely absurd religious satire. None of us were devoutly anything, so we figured, "Why the hell not?" It was then that we began our "round table" discussions, in which we all practically spoke at once, firing suggestion after suggestion after suggestion. Sometime after we started the discussions, I went to the library - to do some research with my English group for our speech project. Since only one of them actually showed up, I spent most of my time browsing for Dante Alighieri's "Divine Comedy". I brought the SparkNotes with me, and Alex flipped through them. Thus, our twisted version of Hell was born. We created characters that we wanted to appear, and Alex suggested that I give each of my friends a role: so far, it's working. Alex, obviously, commandeered the main character, and Chelsea got to be a penguin. Dorian the DoorHead may have been inspired by John (who we all heartily thank for creating such amusing paper claws!). Timothy Shmimothy ("Timmy") is somehow a warped version of art class Timmy. Funny, isn't it? Yes, he will indeed be amused. Sort of. In a Timmy sort of way. Ah, well. |