Mary's Shadow

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  1. Just something I quickly drew up on account of a lack of pages.The next one is half-done, but I keep looking at it and not liking it...I'm sorry for the wait.I expect as my summer holidays finish, you'd be expecting a page per week if I'm not too busy but I will keep everyone up to date.I'll probably keep drawing art too, so I will happily take requests and stuff if you have any. ^^"
  2. Haha, I learnt that the hard way with that page. I should really do the background -first- next time. ^^"EDIT: Just a little disclaimer, since people have been asking me ever since I put up the previous page: Wilson, in this setting, is not about to turn into some sort of horrific, half-man-half-demon monster. The shadow did not actually belong to him - it was something reaching out of the shadows.
  3. I love the thought that's being put into this and I'm really, really happy to see that people like the comic. Personally, I'm pretty sure I'm not the best artist out there on the forums but people enjoying the comic, and giving their thoughts...it's really inspiring me to keep going with this!So thank you, guys!
  4. Here we go - page 3! Transcript: Wilson: I don't know if you can hear me...I hope you can, since you have my jumper... Wilson: But you have three days to show any signs of recovery. Wilson: It seems a bit harsh, doing this to a young lady like yourself - Wilson: - after all, a gentleman should be a gracious host, especially to a lady. Wilson: But if I have to...end your suffering, do not think of me as a foul person, as a monster. Wilson: There are far worse monsters out there than I. Wilson: Trust me.
  5. Aw, thank you for the feedback!I'm working on the next page but it's a big, big image and I want to make it pretty detailed.Plus I'm staring at my copics wondering if I should use them or not.Worry not, I'll have another page up by this evening (12 hours ish?)! ^-^
  6. Thanks for the feedback so far! I've done a couple more pages that I've kept around, and I'm working on the other pages now. ^^ Hopefully you'll excuse my...not-so-brilliant drawing skills. I'm not used to drawing this large and usually zoom out when drawing digitally. TRANSCRIPT: Wilson: Hm... Wilson: Is this a new game? Throw a dead body in my tracks just to spook me? You must be running out of ideas, Puppeteer, to try something as bland as this. Dead Body? I am NOT DEAD, sir! Girl: NOT...DEAD...
  7. An on-going comic series that I plan to do using traditional media - it follows a general story based around the meanings of the names and, more specifically, the letter they start with. Alongside that I might post up sketches or pieces of story that enters my brain-case. Without further ado, here is page 1! Transcript: Maxwell: Say, pal... Stay awake... Maxwell: You don't look so darn good! Maxwell: Maybe... Maxwell:...You should've JUST FOLLOWED ORDERS like the others did... Where am I? Is that...a flower? Maxwell: You had to fight though...and I like that. You've got a strong spirit, for sure. Got to stay awake... Who is he? Where am I? Maxwell: You better find your way quick - before night...*trails off* Help me...
  8. You stop staring at the sky for a moment as the idea of a beautiful, golden rolling plain with small rabbits and tufts of perfect grass crosses your mind. This - this must be what you are trying to search for. You steel yourself, strengthen your resolve and set out of the forest with one goal - to find this area of golden grass, like a...like a Savannah.You find yourself walking across the pale green grass, passing by the odd tree and flower and listening to the ever-present roll of the sea in the background. Armed only with an axe and the objects in your pocket, you begin to notice how horribly unprepared you are for any sort of terrible situation. It's a good thing that nothing, so far, has happened to you yet. Fate appears to love watching you tame this rough landscape, as the moment you pass the sixth...seventh tree, a bushel of tall, pale, golden strands of usefulness stand like a beacon of hope against the dark and dreary landscape. You do not give fate a chance to take away this precious boon. Wilson has picked up three(3) Grass There we go! That should be enough for now. You try desperately to claw at the stumps left but there really isn't anything you can use down there, it's all dank and slightly mouldy, as if the grass grew to a certain height and then stopped all of a sudden. Just as you start to contemplate how brilliantly you're doing so far, the sky suddenly darkens and the ground below your feet turns into a pale burgundy shade. For a moment you panic blindly until your scientific reasoning comes to light. Dusk. >
  9. You stop staring at the sky for a moment as the idea of a beautiful, golden rolling plain with small rabbits and tufts of perfect grass crosses your mind. This - this must be what you are trying to search for. You steel yourself, strengthen your resolve and set out of the forest with one goal - to find this area of golden grass, like a...like a Savannah.You find yourself walking across the pale green grass, passing by the odd tree and flower and listening to the ever-present roll of the sea in the background. Armed only with an axe and the objects in your pocket, you begin to notice how horribly unprepared you are for any sort of terrible situation. It's a good thing that nothing, so far, has happened to you yet. Fate appears to love watching you tame this rough landscape, as the moment you pass the sixth...seventh tree, a bushel of tall, pale, golden strands of usefulness stand like a beacon of hope against the dark and dreary landscape. You do not give fate a chance to take away this precious boon. Wilson has picked up three(3) Grass There we go! That should be enough for now. You try desperately to claw at the stumps left but there really isn't anything you can use down there, it's all dank and slightly mouldy, as if the grass grew to a certain height and then stopped all of a sudden. Just as you start to contemplate how brilliantly you're doing so far, the sky suddenly darkens and the ground below your feet turns into a pale burgundy shade. For a moment you panic blindly until your scientific reasoning comes to light. Dusk. >
  10. (( Please can you change the typo in Don't Stave, to Don't Starve? It's the same on the Story thread too - Here ))
  11. Well, you are quite peckish. Wilson has picked up three(3) Bunches of Red Berries Ah. You know how to do this. An axe! A beautiful, primal weapon for chopping down trees. Nature shall be under your thumb once more with this excellent tool of pure, gentlemanly tree-murdering. Your hands blur as you somehow affix the piece of flint onto the twig, and out comes an axe, finely sharpened with a durable handle. Wait, what? Go back a minute. What did you use to fix it on there? When did that flint become so sharp? And you only used a twig...what? Shortly after, the axe promptly devolves back into one piece of flint, and one twig. You stare at the conponents in disbelief. Your hands blur again as you somehow affix the piece of flint onto the twig, and out comes an axe. It looks like the moment you realise that it cannot exist, it'll promptly break down. Looks like nature won this round, at least. You opt to ignore it's impossibility and may study it later, but you really do need some firewood, at least. And something to eat. This whole 'breaking the laws of phyiscs' thing made you completely forget about your hunger, so you shove a Bunch of Red Berries down your throat and good god do they taste foul, like you just ate a lemon covered in vinegar. You spend the next two minutes trying to un-pucker your lips and salivating to get that horrific taste out of your mouth. Wilson now has four(4) Twigs Wilson now has four(4) Flint Wilson now has two(2) Bunches of Red Berries You can actually see a couple of trees right by you. And you've got an axe. It's not exactly rocket science, it's more logic or biology. The first thing you opt to do is size up your foe, and the first thing that blurts out of your mouth is "It's all Piney!"You frown. Perhaps you needed to confirm this to yourself, like a vocal command from the eyes to the brain since your neurons are not working? Or is it the island? Is...is this like the whole 'axe' incident? You stop thinking for a while. The last thing you would like to do is break Science. Science has been your only friend. It's been the one thing that hasn't really changed ever, and you've been breaking it with your inventions so far. Instead of going through this sudden epiphany that so far the only thing you've invented is physically impossible, you get to work on chopping down the tree. And, for your own piece of mind, it actually is a pine tree. So at least your observation was correct. Wilson has picked up five(5) Logs Ah, okay then. The grass. You almost forgot about it - now is certainly the time to go and look for it. ~ You've left your starting point behind after inspecting the general area. You are now walking in a darker, densely wooded area - the sunlight is blocked by hundreds, even thousands of pine needles which cast unsettling shadows upon the darker grass. You seem to have a...a problem, in which whenever you look at a tree and try to identify it's type you automatically blurt out "It's all Piney!" and spend the next few minutes trying to figure out why exactly you continue to do that. This island certainly isn't what it seems. You cannot see the sky right now, but you're so determined to do so that her chop down one of the smaller trees just to see that blue sky, with it's sunlight and warmth and happiness.Wilson has picked up two(2) Logs And, it's completely cloudy. You opt to spend a little more time staring at the sky. What's the worst that can happen? WILSON'S INVENTORY: Seven(7) Logs Four(4) Flint Four(4) Twigs Two(2) Bunches of Red Berries
  12. Well, you are quite peckish. Wilson has picked up three(3) Bunches of Red Berries Ah. You know how to do this. An axe! A beautiful, primal weapon for chopping down trees. Nature shall be under your thumb once more with this excellent tool of pure, gentlemanly tree-murdering. Your hands blur as you somehow affix the piece of flint onto the twig, and out comes an axe, finely sharpened with a durable handle. Wait, what? Go back a minute. What did you use to fix it on there? When did that flint become so sharp? And you only used a twig...what? Shortly after, the axe promptly devolves back into one piece of flint, and one twig. You stare at the conponents in disbelief. Your hands blur again as you somehow affix the piece of flint onto the twig, and out comes an axe. It looks like the moment you realise that it cannot exist, it'll promptly break down. Looks like nature won this round, at least. You opt to ignore it's impossibility and may study it later, but you really do need some firewood, at least. And something to eat. This whole 'breaking the laws of phyiscs' thing made you completely forget about your hunger, so you shove a Bunch of Red Berries down your throat and good god do they taste foul, like you just ate a lemon covered in vinegar. You spend the next two minutes trying to un-pucker your lips and salivating to get that horrific taste out of your mouth. Wilson now has four(4) Twigs Wilson now has four(4) Flint Wilson now has two(2) Bunches of Red Berries You can actually see a couple of trees right by you. And you've got an axe. It's not exactly rocket science, it's more logic or biology. The first thing you opt to do is size up your foe, and the first thing that blurts out of your mouth is "It's all Piney!"You frown. Perhaps you needed to confirm this to yourself, like a vocal command from the eyes to the brain since your neurons are not working? Or is it the island? Is...is this like the whole 'axe' incident? You stop thinking for a while. The last thing you would like to do is break Science. Science has been your only friend. It's been the one thing that hasn't really changed ever, and you've been breaking it with your inventions so far. Instead of going through this sudden epiphany that so far the only thing you've invented is physically impossible, you get to work on chopping down the tree. And, for your own piece of mind, it actually is a pine tree. So at least your observation was correct. Wilson has picked up five(5) Logs Ah, okay then. The grass. You almost forgot about it - now is certainly the time to go and look for it. ~ You've left your starting point behind after inspecting the general area. You are now walking in a darker, densely wooded area - the sunlight is blocked by hundreds, even thousands of pine needles which cast unsettling shadows upon the darker grass. You seem to have a...a problem, in which whenever you look at a tree and try to identify it's type you automatically blurt out "It's all Piney!" and spend the next few minutes trying to figure out why exactly you continue to do that. This island certainly isn't what it seems. You cannot see the sky right now, but you're so determined to do so that her chop down one of the smaller trees just to see that blue sky, with it's sunlight and warmth and happiness.Wilson has picked up two(2) Logs And, it's completely cloudy. You opt to spend a little more time staring at the sky. What's the worst that can happen? WILSON'S INVENTORY: Seven(7) Logs Four(4) Flint Four(4) Twigs Two(2) Bunches of Red Berries > (( NOTE: I can't seem to figure out how to fix the title! D: Any tips? (Still a newb.) ))
  13. You ponder over grabbing all of the flint on the island. Just as you were about to predict what would happen when you have grabbed all of the flint, you elect to take some berries off of the bush. When you are hungry enough to do so, of course.They'd just make a horrible stain if you put them in your pocket for later. Wilson has picked up five(5) TwigsWilson has picked up five(5) Flint Now, these...these are items you could use. Perhaps to make a fire, or something along those lines. Your eyes scan the area for some grass, since the stuff at your feet just seems to be.... You stare at the grass at your feet. Right at your feet. There's a limitless supply of this stuff and yet you cannot use it, because it doesn't look...useful, to you. No, you need a certain type of grass for your goals, and these pale green, crispy strands of uselessness simply will not do. It does appear to be useful to the rabbits, though, because two of them have just hopped out of the little rabbit hole to nibble on the grass. While you would go further in your search for grass, something seems to hold you back a little - a gut instinct to perhaps better equip yourself before diving head-first into the unknown. You try to remember that voice from earlier and you shudder from the chill that goes through your spine. Not yet. You can't think about that mystery right now.
  14. You ponder over grabbing all of the flint on the island. Just as you were about to predict what would happen when you have grabbed all of the flint, you elect to take some berries off of the bush. When you are hungry enough to do so, of course.They'd just make a horrible stain if you put them in your pocket for later. Wilson has picked up five(5) TwigsWilson has picked up five(5) Flint Now, these...these are items you could use. Perhaps to make a fire, or something along those lines. Your eyes scan the area for some grass, since the stuff at your feet just seems to be.... You stare at the grass at your feet. Right at your feet. There's a limitless supply of this stuff and yet you cannot use it, because it doesn't look...useful, to you. No, you need a certain type of grass for your goals, and these pale green, crispy strands of uselessness simply will not do. It does appear to be useful to the rabbits, though, because two of them have just hopped out of the little rabbit hole to nibble on the grass. While you would go further in your search for grass, something seems to hold you back a little - a gut instinct to perhaps better equip yourself before diving head-first into the unknown. You try to remember that voice from earlier and you shudder from the chill that goes through your spine. Not yet. You can't think about that mystery right now.
  15. NOTE: If you want to learn more about this (or even take part in it), click HERE. Avoid putting your commands below. Use the ASK BOX for your commands. Feedback is welcomed, but not required.-------------------------------------------It's dark.You've been lying down for such a long time. Everything hurts, as if someone set you alight and left you to burn fiercely for a few hours. You cannot see. You cannot move. All you can do is listen to the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps crunching through dry grass towards you. You feel an icy coldness coming from your side as the being approaches, getting close to you. A smooth, calm, feminine voice reaches your ear."Say...you don't look all that good. Maybe you better find somewhere to sleep before night comes!"You sink back into the darkness as her laughter, soft and musical like a silver bell, fades away.~When you do awaken, you're lying face-first on some discoloured, dry grass. Your mind seems to pitch and reel at every noise, so you decide to run through the basics. Your name is Wilson.You are the greatest gentleman Scientist this world has ever seen.You have woken up in the middle of nowhere, in a land you don't recognise, a series of islands surrounded by water.There are trees here, some small, dried-out shrubs with no leaves but many twigs, a few Rabbit Holes, two Berry Bushes and a small pile of Flint Rock near you right now.Shelter. Food. Survival.What do you do?>