Be Happy That You Have A Soul To Damn
When I was following the left-hand path as a healer, I remember using this line on someone who was proselytizing at me rather aggressively. I didn’t believe I had a soul, so the Christian Fundamentalist’s diatribes on how I would burn in hell were simply amusing to me. I delivered the line with a smile. It creeped the hell out of the religious nut.
Many years later, I thought that this would be a great line to use in my graphic novel work. I am happy that I finally found an excuse. I am also pleased to have a soul again. ;)
Speaking of happy moments, Mandarr, Paul, Loki and I have finished working on pages for this site until November. If all goes according to plan, we should have all of the Fall 2011 season of pages done by next week. Speaking of which, the Fall 2011 season of Rasputin Barxotka will be starting on the 21st of this month with the end of “Go To Hell Bahktale Vasquez.” The newest chapter, “So Now, You’d Better Stop (in Color,)” will begin on the 23rd. On that one, Mandarr switched duties, with her as assistant art director and me as colorist. Paul H’s talents will be featured in the flats and holds for the pages. We’ve all been working our asses off on these pages, and we can’t wait for you to see them!
Credits
Color by Mandarr
Everything Else by Vas
A balding Mikhail is wearing a grey suit, blue tie and dark sunglasses. He is balding. He is furious and a cigarette is hanging from his mouth.
Mikhail To Lucky
What is it this time? Another overdose? Fuck! It doesn't matter!
Frame 2
The enrage Mikhail stands next to Lucky's bed. Another patient can be seen in the hospital room.
Mikhail To Lucky
You are a liability.
Frame 3
Ghost camello is white and his eys glow red. A hellish vision of flames and darkness flashes in the background.
Camello To Lucky
Be happy Lucky. You have a soul to damn.
Frame 4
Closeup of Lucky's face. He is lying in bed.
Off-Scene Camello To Lucky
Mikhail's soul died long ago. It was poisoned by greed. Yet, he remains in the realm of the living.
