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So we finally find out what’s behind all the mischief. Buried beneath the seaside mountain village lies a strange machine. The likes of Benne has never seen above ground. Finally, she sees the shiny stones and it’s not what she imagined. Lifeless and cold. A low hum and an unhealthy smell.

Dim lights illuminate a set of stairs which we will surely follow. Benne wonders if the animals that need her help are here. Or was it truly the ancients speaking through them as her father tried to tell her. Her father! Hope he’s alright …

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Has Benne met her fate? What we know so far:

There is something below which is taking over the minds of the animals above. It was enough to wake an old rusted mechanical man from a peaceful slumber. Superstitious village folk believe that by sacrificing young girls or boys it would save them from destruction.

It does seem that the Buddy is not concerned with the panicked villagers but is zeroing in on the dog. The dog’s manipulator knows his time is up. But, is it too late for him to leave the dog’s body and return to wherever he comes from?

Benne is getting the worst of it. And if I know my tropes right, she will be meeting the mysterious ancient ones shortly. Either as food or as . . .

Tune in to find out!

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We are halfway through chapter 1 and it looks like Benne has met her fate. A giant robot stands between her and freedom from the mad crowd that wants to sacrifice her to the Vat™.

As mentioned before, there is a rough outline for this story but when you create a new panel it does take a life of its own. That’s what so fun about making it up as you go along. When blocking out a scene the story comes alive and even I don’t know what might come next. Though roughly I would prefer the story not end.

The squat lady pointing the finger at Benne is supposed to be the village witch, but we shall see if she isn’t so bad.

A couple other timemonks round out the cast so far and we’ll meet them as we go along. But, the missing characters I wanted to crowd in to these scenes felt like to much, so I conveniently sent them away scared they would suffer a fate similar to Benne.

Lastly, we see that the inside of this cave is actually part of an ancient ruin suspiciously looking like a modern tiled floor heavily aged and overcome by the seismic changes of time. How much time? The timemonks know.

Tony The Tiger of Oxford

Without a window facing the street, exiting the door was always interesting. Sometimes a car window broken. Sometimes a car wreck in progress. Sometimes a dead dog being tossed into the dumpster by a passerby. Sometimes Tony the Tiger of Oxford sleeping in the doorway blocking the rest of my day.

Today was the sometimes where Tony the Tiger was sitting across the street by the hamburger stand forcing everyone to ask if he was in line. He was not. The sidewalk was free for anyone to use, he said, could someone buy him a burger. He was willing to work, though, no one ever took him up on that. That was a tragedy waiting to back up into a parked car called don’t borrow my car that’s called grand theft auto.

He was wearing the jacket that made him famous in the surrounding blocks for the last time. It was a very worn marine flight jacket circa 1965 Vietnam decorated with a dragon fighting a tiger. The story changed every time, but you knew he was never in Vietnam, he wasn’t old enough though he looked it.

Chuck Yeager - actual hero

Public Domain – United States Air Force Museum – Chuck Yeager – actual hero

Being hungry meant hamburger, pizza or enchiladas and today felt like hamburger. Typically, I might head back upstairs and call it in then head over and pick up, but it was worth the time to mosey over and watch the spectacle.

Being numb to the sheer number of panhandlers in the neighborhood meant I could stand there ordering and smile graciously while declining to contribute to Tony’s delinquency. Just the day before, a friend brought over his long lost little brother who offered to go buy a six pack across the street. When didn’t return, we headed out to look for him. He walked up to me and not remembering me from just a few minutes before asked if I had any change.

Mr. Castro asked if I wanted jalapeños and I said yes and he wanted me to cough up fifty cents. I think he just wanted to torture Tony the Tiger with the change rattling in my pocket. I declined and was gently pushed out of the way by a couple of large bucketheads who proceeded to order doubles with cheese. One of them looked over at Tony who asked if they could help him out.

This is the first installment of “Not Particularly True Stories”

He proceeded to compliment the jacket. Was it his daddy’s? No. Was it an uncle or older brother? No. Where’d you get it? Found it. No worries, we’ll find the owner for you.

The two skinheads with marine tatoos looked at each other and walked over. They picked Tony the Tiger up by the jacket and proceeded to shake him out of it. Though Tony was as big as either one he didn’t resist. He just slid out like a cracked egg into a human puddle. Looked like that was it and the boys waited for their burgers then sat down at one of the picnic tables.

Tony the Tiger lay there staring up at the sky with one hand tapping out something on his chest. My burger was getting cold in the paper bag that was going to eventually give way to the grease so I headed back across the street. Once inside I headed over to the far window upstairs where I could stretch out and still see Tony the Tiger laying there on the sidewalk on his back and the two probably marines having their burger. The jacket now folded neatly as if laundered.

Finally, everyone had cleared out and Tony the Tiger was still on the ground. A police cruiser slowly moved past without stopping. The shape on the ground was familiar and fairly harmless at this time of day. They were stopped at one of the most dangerous intersections in town. Two blind corners where the building were not more than sidewalks width away from the street.

On queue, a car in the middle lane slowly turned left was promptly t-boned and pushed back into the police cruiser. Still having eyes on Tony the Tiger I could see the commotion wasn’t enough to get him off the ground. After a few minutes the scene grew a crowd and a few ambulances. A paramedic made his way over to Tony the Tiger and he was forced to get up by the cops. Gravity held his face in a frown scene end.

Nothing holding me inside I ventured forth yet again this time to the ice house. Frank the proprietor was grilling some chickens in his usual way to entice customers to purchase a fine lager for a dollar a pint. He didn’t keep it too cool that way it would force you to drink quick to avoid drinking it hot. An ice house in name only with all the doors wide open to the hot humid air.

Why why oh why do we stand around the hot grill on a hot night? It’s a lament not a question and it brings forth all the fireflies and rat racers. And Tony the Tiger of Oxford must appear to ask for some beer today he could repay someday. He does manage to get a piece of chicken, that’s free for anyone, but the beer is always a dollar no matter. No silence was achieved that hour as the parade of non-beer-buyers streamed past. Frank was not fazed but someone was moved to finally say what no one else was thinking.

The new guy who looked to become a regular couldn’t take it anymore and asked Frank why he kept feeding the freeloaders. Look at this guy, keeps asking for change. Why don’t you ask him to scram?

Everyone looked at Tony the Tiger. He would eventually manage to collect enough change to buy that refreshing brew he longed for. It would not take long, but the new guy was making it tough. He held his ground. Silent. Brooding. The new guy unleashed enough venom to make anyone want to fight back. Especially if you had friends standing around like the rest of us did.

Tony the Tiger faced the demon alone. His eyes slightly watering. His lower lip shaking. He looked down and saw a quarter. He bent down and picked it up. Slowly he turned and walked away. We never saw him again.

Some weeks had past when late one night at the pizza joint after closing a poker game was underway. All the shades had been drawn. There through a crack between the shade and the window of the front door I thought I saw Tony the Tiger sitting across the street on the curb looking right at us. The sad look on his face asking if he could join us.

No he couldn’t.

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When decorating the inside of a cave, you should have animal skulls on the wall, animal furs for beds and straw mats for floors. Got it. But, I’m not sure how soon we come back to Benne’s cave to enjoy the ambiance!

In movies you have establishing shots where you get to see the environment before the camera zooms in to the characters. But, I feel there is a lot of story to tell and I’d rather not spend too much time admiring the scenery.

Here is a glimpse of what Benne’s seaside cave looks like so far. Much like a sitcom set there is only one side. We’ll come back later in the chapter. There’s plenty of food laying about, so no one is going hungry.


Benne and the Timemonks - Benne's seaside cave

I should probably put some claws on that bear rug in the meantime. Also, there’s supposed to be a cat and possibly a dog or two. Enjoy!

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Benne is home. But, what is home like? Who else lives there? Its been fun working on some new characters we’ll soon see.

But first, can we please find out why life is so deceptively simple in Benne’s world? Will it stay that way? Benne seems destined to wander much farther than the ravine and possible deeper.

Benne is home

What the best storytelling does is not tell you everything. Some things are left to your imagination. Its the same when you create art. So much is left behind. All the hours working on a scene that will never be good enough. Characters that don’t make sense even if they did in the rough draft. And if your medium is 3d, a million brushes to learn.

The Buddy has been sleeping a long time, so he’s pretty roughed up. It’s so much easier with Substance Painter. So is the ground, so are the hills, so are the rocks.

The Buddy

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This page took a little longer because Benne is almost home. I like to block out subsequent pages so I can see the continuity. So this page has to make sense with the following pages.

What does home look like? Who else lives there? Does Benne have any friends or siblings? Why are the monks called the Timemonks? Was that a robot or a statue? Does Timo kill the deer?

If you’ve been following along you know I’m making it up as I go. There are notes, but no details. Just stuff like “Benne talks to her dad and then he explains what the door is and where it leads to.”

And “Don’t you dare go back there!”

Hmmm.