New comic in the works.
Added 2021-07-19 06:42:15 +0000 UTCSo its about time i did a proper comic again, so for the last few days i've been roughing out a script for it.
Here's the first draft:
WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS (duh!)
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Panel:
Newspaper on a coffee table in a bright sunlit room, a slender and tall girl slouched on a couch on her phone. Paper in focus in the fore ground text visible:
Article from a conservative News source (Pox News?) sitting on a table top: “What’s cosmetic splicing doing to the kids?
It’s been 37 years since Ardunne and Lee first patented their nanobotic “swarm-in-pill” applicator for what has been undeniably the worlds single greatest contributor to the health of mankind.
The older of us can remember a time when many illnesses were merely treatable and not curable, many offering only a slow painful death for millions everyday.
Now thankfully all virtually gone, the swarm has enabled the human body to receive updates regularly on instantaneous cures for direct and indirect threats to life.
None of this is what we’re here to talk about however.
In this last 37 years an entire generation has grown up under this reality and fail to understand the dire consequences of messing around with what they don’t understand.
Yes, the splicers, young adults cutting and slicing features and traits from animals for mere aesthetic and cosmetic reasons… (story trails off at bottom of page.)
Panel:
The girl on her phone appears to have been crying, text bubble above her listing a chain of texts, she has just been dumped by a jock and her friends are defending his decision turning their backs on Johanna (protagonist) Jo is attending a different uni to him and he doesnt feel a long distance relationship would work
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Jo responds in fury, text reads, fine I’m done with all of you!
Panel: Time passes Jo in an apartment moving boxes labeling her stuff a caged raccoon in the corner.
Panel: That evening computer unpacked, a device on the desk similar to the one in “GAZ” comic
Panel: Close up, in the source sample box on the screen “Procyon lotor (Raccoon)”
Panel: Jo is desk chair sending text bittersweet smile on her face, “I’m gone now, don’t expect to see me again assholes!”
Panel: Close up again on screen, “DNA sample source integration Ratio Human:Procyon-1:32”
Panel: Extreme close up, finger on touch screen pressing on the “Correct?” button
Panel: Jo still looking at her phone unaware of the mistake she’s made.
Panel: over the shoulder view, Jo deleting her social profile. “Grazrs”
Panel: View of a calendar, 3 months highlighted with a red box with “university registration day” circled at the end. Jo marks off day 1.
Panel: Johanna looking back at her Pet raccoon, “Cheers Brandon, owe ya one.”
Prologue end
Changes montage
Panel: Johanna at the shop keenly stocking up on pizza’s and chips
Panel: Days later Johanna measuring her waistline, She’s developed a pudge and seems not so lean, a smile on her face.
Panel: Johanna’s plate is loaded with junk food, she’s in the background ice cream and chips in hand walking towards the table
Panel: Johanna sitting in the living room, in a food coma vacantly watching TV her shirt loose around her.
Panel: Her pet raccoon on her lap as they lie snuggled in a blanket, Jo eating pizza.
Panel: Jo in a coffee shop sitting cross legged in a chair sipping something covered in whipped cream. Some of which is on her nose.
Panel: Jo pulling at clothes that drape around her loosely, nothing left of her lean physique from before, smug look on her face.
Panel: Jo on her toes reaching for cereal
Panel: Jo pouring cereal, bowl overflowing Brandon on her shoulder, tail draped over her chest.
Panel: Jo opening a box of smaller clothes, showing them off to Brandon as he eats beef jerky.
Panel: Jo looking concerned, her clothes already too big for her days later.
Panel: Jo trying to reach cereal again and failing, Brandon now struggling to sit on her shoulder.
Panel: Jo’s pants fall off her on her walk into the bathroom one morning.
Panel: Jo looking at herself in mirror twisting to see her rounding figure her limbs slightly out of proportion, pointed nails, head shape slightly changed, longer ears. Shrunken breasts. but she doesn't appear to notice.
Panel: Jo again at the shop, reaching on her toes for items, pants piling up at her ankles. A couple strange glares from people
Panel: Jo at home, Brandon on sofa as she comments on her physique and weirdo’s staring at her.
Panel: Jo unboxing yet another set of clothes, holding out a shirt with more of a child like appearance to it (adventure time? Power rangers?)
Panel: Jo and Brandon eating together darkened patches around Jo’s eyes and fainter on hands, fingers are chunkier holding cutlery that looks uncannily over sized.
Panel: Jo in mirror fumbling a fleshy nub on her lower back arms and legs now disproportionate, confusion on her face.
Panel: Jo talks further to Brandon about her changes as she eats, Brandon is a good listener, she talks about how its not what she expected but she’s interested in seeing where it goes, she rather enjoys having more space in the cramped apartment.
Panel: Apartment shot days later, clothes and food packaging litter the floor
Panel: Jo stretches as she rises from bed, almost swallowed in the sheets coiled around her. Bra hanging impotently holding nothing.
Panel: Brandon emerges too from the same pile.
Panel: Jo standing on a foot stool washing her face that has now taken on a narrower pointed shape.
Panel: Jo looking in mirror rubbing thin white whiskers between thick rounded fingers.
Panel: Jo sitting in coffee shop, legs dangling, shoes on floor, she’s impatiently asking for service. With a small scattering of packaging around her.
Panel: Jo outraged at other people being served before her.
Panel: Jo eating off discarded food trays.
Panel: Jo and Brandon wrestling in the living room, Power rangers shirt now loose on her. Skin around hands, face and eyes blackened. Face narrowed baring sharp teeth.
Panel: Jo and Brandon afterwards, Brandon pulled to Jo’s flattened chest as the snooze on a pile of her old clothes.
Panel: Jo in the mirror again, whiskers now full length and more numerous, her hairline migrating down her forehead bringing with it the same contrasting patterns emerging on her skin.
Panel: Jo picks up a razor, but stops herself, commenting to Brandon “why should I?” It’s not like you’re gonna tell me to shave!” “I kinda like it.”
Panel: Jo narrates to Brandon that the program should’ve stopped by now.
Panel: Jo picks up the device, now filling both hands a peers at the screen
Panel: Screen reads, “custom program integration Ratio Human:Procyon-lotor-1:32, program in progress...”
Panel: Jo squints at the screen, She comments to Brandon its still going, that explains some stuff.
She was only supposed to change a little bit, it says it right there in the ratio, what’s all this extra stuff?
Panel: Jo narrates, “I mean, I could just go a little further I guess? This is interesting.”
Panel: Jo looks around at the room around her marveling at all the space she now has.
Panel: “I can always fix later, besides gotta give you a chance lil guy.” She rubs Brandon's head
Panel: With a yowl he tackles her to the ground.
Panel: Wrestling commences.
Panel: Time passes, a light fuzz develops across her body as the tide washes down from her forehead.
Panel: Jo and Brandon wrestling in a litter strewn living room, food packaging, half eaten food, dirty dishes. Jo biting at Brandon's rump baring rows of little sharp teeth in a narrow face. Dark nose
Panel: Jo’s head hair grows shorter, formerly long now sticking at odd unwashed angles. She runs chunky hands and pudgy arms through it trying to smooth it out for the shops.
Panel: At shops Jo squints at the labels trying to read them
Panel: Jo startles an employee by grabbing his shirt
Panel: Jo: “Learn to type! None of this make sense!” Work staring down at the creature beneath him mumbles something about not being his fault.
Panel: Jo pushing cart that’s almost as tall as her filled with various junk food.
Panel: Same shopping cart at her apartment tipped over spilling its contents on the floor.
Panel: Jo cleaning herself, the line between fur and skin diminishes, as wet fur glistens across her body, dark and slight markings now clear. Long fluffy grey rolling down her body, power rangers shirt now loosely holding on to fading shoulders.
Panel: Mirror smeared with moisture and paw marks, rubbing away
Panel Jo steps down from the foot stool, momentarily on all fours as she shakes off.
Panel: Living room is a mess of ripped food packaging, cardboard boxes, moldy food, random piles of clothing made into makeshift beds dotted around.
Panel: Jo walks past Brandon as she reaches up for the fridge handle but finds it to far up.
Panel: Jo growls annoyed looking back at the device on the desk, “Maybe this needs to stop now”
Panel: Jo shrugs and reaches again for the handle and manages to grab it.
Panel: Jo clumsily getting dressed, fur tenting the fabric on her massive shirt
Panel: Jo tucking her shirt in looks into the mirror in a moment of realization.
Panel: She smiles commenting to Brandon how cute she is, Brandon seems to agree. Hugging her waist.
Panel: Jo out again finding walking uncomfortable, having long since abandoned shoes
Panel: Jo stops to correct the cuffs of her pants as they’ve rolled down to cover her feet.
Panel: She hikes her pants up again, they’re loose and ill fitting.
Panel: Jo returns home “Ugh clothes are so annoying” she say’s kicking off her pants leaving them on the floor
Panel: “wonder if someone makes clothes for raccoons like us? well not you mean me.” Jo ponders as she nibbles on a brown apple core. The sofa being covered in stains and various waste.
Panel: Jo at night naked save for the thick pelt she’s now grown rummaging through a clothing donation bin
Panel: Back home Jo holding up over sized clothes to her small chubby body. “Waste of time!”
Panel: Jo sitting legs splayed in desk chair squinting at her laptop trying hard to read. Long thick fur covering her now. Brandon menacing her tail draped down one side.
Panel: Jo and Brandon playing again, Jo getting pinned under Brandon, her tail arching up.
Panel: Jo at small corner shop, heaving a basket along, barely able to hold it. Wearing only a pink MLP hoody that she practically wears like a dress.
Panel: Jo pushing basket towards a bemused cashier
Panel: Jo tips over the basket, “Need these!” She says demandingly.
Panel: Holding in both hands, she drops a pile of shiny things on the register
Panel: “Oh aren’t you just precious”, says the cashier “Is your owner in the store somewhere?”
Panel: Jo eyebrows furrowed in fury “No, I pay for this!” She points at the loose pile of balled up foil, washers and bolts mixed in with a few stray coins.
Panel: The cashier reaches down and rubs Jo’s head, “Sorry sweety, this isn’t money, go find your handler.”
Panel: “Y’know we had another pet just like you in the other day, did your owner make you smart too? You are such a clever little thing!”
Panel: Jo enraged: “Stop this, need food.” She points to her mouth “Hungry. Why you bein’ so hard?”
Panel: “Sorry darling, we need money here. Oh you had the right idea though!” The cashier smiles sweetly.
Panel: Jo storms out as angrily as she can manage.
Panel: Jo mashing random coins into a vending machine palms flat pressing buttons.
Panel: Jo and Brandon hunched over snacks inhaling food.
Panel: Jo and Brandon running around the apartment knocking over what few items remain standing up. Jo is naked now.
Panel: A noise startles them. A chime
Panel: Under half chewn pizza boxes and several used pairs of underwear the crispr device chimes again as she digs it out.
Panel: Jo squints hard at it, unable to make sense of it.
Panel: Jo yowls back at Brandon as he sinks his teeth playfully into her behind.
Panel: Scooping it up with both hands she examines it more closely. “What it want?”
“noise meant something”
Panel: Jo in her desk chair hefts her laptop lid open.
Panel: Screen is mostly abstract shapes and words that though seemingly made of letters she understood made no sense in the arrangement.
Panel: close up, one word that makes sense, “Done”
Panel: “Oh!” Jo’s face full of recognition “It’s done! I forgot this.”
Panel: Jo holding the device “I was progress whole time?”
Panel: Jo looking down at herself “Huh, make sense, guess”
Panel: Jo looking back at Brandon “Forgot, had good times, you’re good.” She smiles.
Panel: Jo climbs down
Panel: Jo hugs Brandon only a little shorter than her now. “I….undo?”
Panel: Jo looks back at the device, the screen has gone dark.
Panel: Brandon bury's his face in her chest and squeezes tight.
Panel: Jo’s eyes glisten in the deep blackness of her fur. “later, we play now.”
Panel: Jo and Brandon, run wild
Panel: Curtains are shredded
Panel: Furniture is torn, stuffing ripped and spread on floor.
Panel: A bulb missing its cover casts a dim yellow glow over the ruin of the living room, at its center Jo and Brandon lie coiled around each other in comfort.
Panel: Scene draws back to focus on the last remaining intact item, her phone still plugged in, a reminder pops up “rent due”, “university registration due” “43 missed calls.”