Man the guns!

After april madness I got back to some of my earlier creations with my co-conspirators.

This here gent is Viapori, the answer to superhuman, alien and paranormal warfare according to the Finnish Defence Force.
Well actually more of a re-envisioning of this comicbook character.

Art and design is by Marko Keränen. Knowing his penchant for perfection and my endless fidgeting with the creations there will be developments.

One of my interests is military history and technology. Viapori gives me all the chances to mix up stuff I am interested in: science fiction, alien invasions, military hardware.

I view Viapori as my baby even though originally he was just a dude in flying armor in a prelude to a giant robot story I wrote. I asked the guys who the flying armored guy is.
They did not know, they just wanted to draw that kind of dude.
So I thought up his identity, backstory, motivation, organization behind the suit, codename etc.

You see while I like Iron man (comics and the movies) I didn't want to copy him or Warmachine.
Why bother? Marvel does those already.
My pitch was :" Armored soldier in MOAT ops in world with paranormal threats. Think Stargate SG-1 meets Mythbusters with Aliens like attitude"

And man was I lucky to have a great artist for the story.

But to those who ask has the ADHD wannabe-writer forgotten the other stuff? The fools april projects?
Nope.

Remember the pitch about World war 2 in the russo-finnish front?
Take real history and all the grit. Add dieselpunk and mad science.
Shake and stir.
And press the pedal all the way down.


Now I have to find artist who is a)talented b)interested in ww2 and c) loves weird tech.
As the story has lots in common with this second pic....

the day of reckoning.

It is the last day of april.
In the off chance any lost soul stumbling upon this blog might remember I made a pact.
To create a script in april.
A story with-in one month.
Please dont tell anyone about it as I have quite obviously lost all my marbles.

I have paper booklet, a scrapbook of sorts awaiting translittering to computer. To interpret my hieroglyphs to something resembling any known human language.
It is still bound to have loads of spelling/grammar mistakes.
Yeah, I write scripts and have undiagnosed dyslexia.
Whoever says the universe doesn't have a sense of humor?

anyways...to the results!


yeah I didnt do one story in a month.
I did three.
I may have a attention deficit syndrome too I guess.
Not that there wouldn't have been plenty of stuff unfinished to finish, oh no...

but while I shant post full scripts here (Please,call me Paranoid as I really am and it is one of my favorite songs too) but in short:

A tale of Dieselpunk world in shades of a cold war burning whitehot. Meet Jenny Lane.
She is young, adventurous and in deep trouble.
You see she took over her dad's business when he was shot down over mediterranean sea.
the business? Glad you asked. Pony express for modern times. No horses though, aeroplanes.
But this time our couriergirl is hunted by spies and gangsters, aristocrats and revolutionaries.
Too bad they are up against Jenny.

But thinking up that I came up with another piece of dieselpunk/pulp tale. It's world war 2. Finland is blocked up in the north. The soviets are attacking and surrounding nations are under nazirule (yes, yes dear swedes I know you were unaligned) and left to their own devices.
but what creations they are. But are you really going to risk your nations best and brightest youth by putting them on frontlines with experimental mad science?
Of course not.
It's war now and every man counts. And those enlisting to fight for their country get their prison sentences nullified.
War is hell so who better than sinners inside the Devils machinery.

And the third is a actionhorror piece from current events.
I found it too tempting to use a public domain comic figure (apparently not public domain in US yet, but doubt regocnizion will happen, nor publishing there) in different way.
A bit of postmodern take of classisc "funny" comic creation in quite un-funny civil war in Libya leading to unspoken horros that drive men mad in of so eldritch ways...
(ok so I am HPL fanboy and a war-nerd. Deal with it)


the concepts were fun. Storylines too but now starts the hard parts: typing it down and finding the artists suiting the stories.

As Sherlock said: The Game's afoot!

For the Empire!

So I am a Star Wars geek.
Who has a stormtrooper tattoo on his left bicep.
So I was over the moon when I heard there was a Jedi training Academy that trains Young preschoolers in the ways of force it made me smile a bit. and then came this:


Is she awesome or what?

That girl right there on the youtube clip is most likely your future dark overlady.

Also, the background study for dieselpunk story came up with her engineer corps: Mike Koehler is working on life-size, working AT-AT walker

These things regenerate my sole trust in the species, at least some of us work on keeping the world wonderfully weird and strange.

Wait...what?

Sweet Cthulhu on a tricycle...what did I say in the previous message? A whole new story? in one month? Just another fine mess I got myself into.... see us writers get asked "where do you get your ideas?". Not very often though. Usually everyone assumes falsely that everything just springs out of the artist's quill/pencil and writers are somewhat glorified letterers, with way worse handwriting. But to the question. Harlan Ellison famously answered that his ideas came from a post office box in Schenenactady, if you send in two dollars and a selfaddressed stamped envelope they send an idea back to you. Well, that's great you say. It would be if did not live in Finland where the national post office is the last refuge of utter and total bureaucratic ineptitude. I made them sound bad when they actually are quite efficient: letters and packages they can't destroy beyond rescue they lose. Therefore, back to square one. (in all honesty, the Finnish post might have send me more than a few of mr.Ellison's ideas by mistake) Now I need to think. That is some dangerous business. Ok, off to library.