It’s Creator Day at itch.io, where several of my works are available! It’s also Global Comix’ Black Friday Sale, where all six volumes of Hell, Inc. are available! That’s a bunch of things, so let me break those down a bit.
I will once again be at Edmonton Expo, Edmonton’s largest comics/entertainment/general pop culture convention. If you’re there too, you should stop by table P09 on the Comic Creator guest wall and say hi, and pick up some books or prints while you’re there! Don’t worry about the actual table number, just go to the wall where all the comic creator guests are and keep going until you see a banner with my name on it in big letters.
Yar, tis a map to treasure, and by treasure I mean books I drew.
That’s right, I will be emerging from my comics lair to engage with the public once again. And for the first time in four years, I’ll be in Calgary at the annual Calgary Comics & Entertainment Expo! You should come see me, and also buy some books so I don’t have to drag them back home afterward!
Hockeypocalypse: Slashers will be making its debut, in beautiful hardcover form. I’ll also be in the RPG business for the first time at a con, with Hell, Inc. The RPG being part of my wares for the first time. There will be a combo available with the RPG and Hell, Inc. comics, as well.
So head over to the Big 4 building, and use this convenient map to find me on the comic guest wall!
April will see the end of my art hibernation. I must return to the necessary business of “going places” and “interacting with the public in person,” and shall begin that with another return – to Calgary! Specifically, the Calgary Comic & Entertainment Expo, April 27-30. I haven’t been there since 2019, so it’ll be nice to see a lot of folks that I’ve been apart from for a long time. I think about that a lot, because otherwise I will probably have a panic attack about dealing with travel and a four day convention in my current “the pandemic made me forget all of my social skills” state. I’ll be getting an extra, less stressful encore with Free Comic Book Day at Rolling Tales in Edmonton, on Saturday, May 6th.
In addition to spreading the word about my emergence into the wilds, I also encourage you, the reader, to spread the word about Hell, Inc.! It’s very good, and I think more people should be reading it. So tell your friends, co-workers (especially if they read it at work instead of working), or tell strangers by voting for it on Top Webcomics.
The Kickstarter campaign for BURGERPunk The RPG is wrapping up its shift, and ends Thursday, March 16th at 9 AM MT. There’s only one stretch goal left to unlock, and the campaign is less than ten backers from breaking our record! Go! Embrace the Living Meat(TM)! Become BURGERPunk!
Look at this glorious map of New McDonaldland, and let your imagination run wild with meaty thoughts of high-fructose adventure!
BURGERPunk is two weeks in, and we’ve got a bunch of new stuff to share – new stretch goals, new author announcements, and the first piece of BURGERPunk prose fiction! Do you want to understand what adventures lie within New McDonaldland!
And introducing the writer of our first piece of bite-sized fiction…
Patrick A. O’Driscoll is a triple-decker freak-burger with extra sauce now available in participating locations in Missouri, USA. When not writing about meaty horrors or clown funerals, Patrick is an SFF writer and freelance game journalist with dreams of writing for video games. His work has been featured in Den of Geek. His latest story, A Mother’s Love is a horror fairy-tale about alienation and insect biology will be featured in an upcoming issue of Elritch Tales Magazine. He has also written quests for the indie MMORPG Genfanad and comic books for Necronauts Toys.
We had asked Patrick to come up with a quick bite of flash fiction to give you all a taste of what’s to come, and we were really happy with how it turned out!
He stumbled into town one day, smeared with blood and greasepaint. Mothers clutched their children and made the sign of The King as he passed, but I’d never been one for superstition. I welcomed him, as I do all my patrons, with a soft bench, a drink, and a burger.
“Honkabout,” he called it. A tradition among the Children of Ronald. A punishment. A pilgrimage.
“Your journey can wait.” I told him. “Winter nears its end, and with spring comes The Thawing. Every Living Meat from here to the Burger Kingdom will be about. One step beyond the shockwall, and you’ll be ‘twixt two buns and praying ‘no pickles.’”
The clown looked to me from beneath his rainbow wig with eyes I saw each day, staring back in the mirror. The eyes of a man who had laid out the table for his own last meal.
He spoke, at last. “I took joy from the world. Never shall I see the bigtop, nor smell the popcorn of my home-tent until I bring mirth to a thousand souls or die in the attempt.”
