Work in Progress: Game over

Here's a bit of what I've got so far on a little pet project of mine.

     

Don't Do What I Do...

Memoirs of the tried and failed and try again

Don't worry this image isn't misleading

Walk a Mile for Someone Else's Shoes

Yeah so we're back to this, sorry people but I've got a story to tell; it's not an important story nor is it a very extraordinary or inspiring story. But it is the story of an everyday guy, someone who has just enough to get by, who only sees what he needs and can't even think about what he wants... but all he ever does is dream. If this is you then keep reading.

2015

it was the start of a new year and Hernando decided it was about time we got a coffee table that wasn't a stack of pizza boxes. So we took to the nearest junk yard, I know a lot of you reading this must be thinking 'eeww!' well I used to think that exact same way but then Hernando showed me the wonders of what another man's trash could be, my treasure.

Anon: holy shit Hernando look at this, it's Hellraiser on laserdisc!

Hernando: laser disc?

Anon: oh yeah it's kinda like the missing link between VHS and our home video formats of today.

Hernando: it's so big.

Anon: yeah, well I mean they had to be in order to store all that data, but they really did have the best picture quality; not even VCD's were on par with the laser disc.

Hernando: VCD?

Anon: yeah, video compact disc; it's what came after laser disc and before DVD.

Hernando: DVD?

Anon: are you telling me you don't know what a DVD is?

Space Lion Video Intro

Don't Do What I Do...

Memoirs of the Tried and Failed and Try Again 

All this will make sense once you read the story 

10th October 2012

Okay so right of the bat, full disclaimers; I am not a writer... Not a good one at least. I'm about as literate as a Charlie Kelly but if you're reading this then you clearly have no taste so no worries- but if you happen to be a literature snob who has had the misfortune of coming across my work, then I apologise, so now you can go fuck yourself up your fat fucking ass.

To tell the story I want to tell I'm gonna have to begin with October 10th 2012, when things were better? I don't want to say better but I've got about as ranged a vocabulary as your local takeaway. 2012 was just the last decent year I can remember; even tough my grandmother died, and I was close to my grandmother she raised me. But her death drove me to live, really live, like follow your dreams type of live. So in the corner of some shitty dinner I don't want to name because they've got enough attention coming their way, I proposed my plan to a prospective business partner.

2009

Ned was a friend whom I could trust; we met in sixth form college. He had a healthy disrespect for the rules, which was a good balance to my complete lack of respect for any form of authority. I always wanted to sodomise the rules like some sort of bootleg James Dean or NHS budget Judd Nelson. When the wardens would hand me an end of term report I'd write it back for them all over their walls, Ned would be the one checking the hallways alerting me to any shepherds or sheep strolling my way. The room was at the end of a hallway so it didn't matter if he warned me, we'd be caught in a corner. Our only hope would be to sit down and act like nothing happened.

Dead Face

A face not even a mother could love

What Could Have Been... 64 Bit Street

Several years ago I made an attempt to create my own short animation, problem was I only had a friend and myself to make up our animation team and no actual equipment. Luckily my friend studied media at a certain river side university so we knew where to get the equipment; only problem was if you weren't a student you couldn't use any of it and if you were a student... you couldn't use any of it. So thus began an elaborate heist to steal/borrow equipment my friend was rightfully entitled to.

She Rocks Yellow...

What can I say? I was bored.