what the hell is this about?

Several friends have embarked on their own P365 journey but as I have no camera nor an eye for photography I've decided to try to complete "a doodle a day" for an entire year. Most will be in my little Derwent A5 sketch book but some could end up being from the corner of some document or scribbled on a newspaper. As the year progresses I will try my hand at inking them as well?

If some of them don't make sense, don't worry, they're probably not meant to. You may notice there will be certain themes along the way and if you know me you'll know why.

I hope you enjoy.

Okay, here goes, every day til I'm 39.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Day #274 - Steck Saunders


Being raised a Newppie was an interesting livelihood, it meant that instead of the usually subjects of Math, Science, Geography etc you instead learned crop rotation, irrigation, sustainability, seed management and chemical warfare. The Organic weapons the Newppies developed were second to none as the production costs were almost nil and they had a renewable ammunition system. The ‘Cucumber Flute’ was the handgun of the Newppies, I’d love to tell you about it but unfortunately it’s design is a closely guarded secret,all I know is that it’s the more powerful than any other handgun or laser you can get, not until you hit the Rail Guns do you surpass its power. Concussion melons are used to brake structures and the rotten flesh of one ‘hound tomato’ would provide enough noxious gas to elimate all animal life in a 50 metre radius. And these were the basic weapons, the Newppies had been developing these weapons for the last 400-500 years and had them refined to the nth degree.

It was ironic that all the genetically modified foods turned to be bland mush that all tasted the same, this happened around 2150 and the Newppies were the only ones with tasty organic unmodified foods and therefore cornered the market and gained a very much upper hand in society, although they were a registered charity they were clearly not a not for profit organisation, they were asset rich and quite the land owners. But they needed to be, geo-thermal dynamic power plants weren’t cheap to operate, solar farms were expensive to maintain and the security of their seeds and methods were paramount and para-military in their defense.

Steck was born into the order, all he knew was the Newppie way of life, outsiders intrigued him as he did not understand their ways but taught them his anyway.

His mother was a 8th generation Newppie but his father was a senator for the state of Nevada, therefore as Steck was born as the result of a love-in with the Newppie fundamentalists whilst Steck’s father was an intern with the state office he had to deny any knowledge of his son when he finally made it to office although he passed several bills to allow the Newppies more control over their lands.

Steck’s father, Mart Saunders was brought to power by a campaign funded by the NEWSAMs, passing bills to allow more control to the Newppies was political suicide which he knew but hey, his son was there so he though ‘fuck em’.

He was not to know that his actions and these bill would be the catalyst that the NEWSAMs would use to aggressively wipe out all traces of the Newppies from the state of Nevada.

Mart was pissed.

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