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oates (a raccfolk girl wearing a scouts uniform)
morgan, wearing a black top and colorful mushroom pants
The character above, but younger (early 20s). He's pompous, with his hair quaffed, in a fine vest and shirt with a long green leather coat that was clearly tailored for someone shorter and broader in the shoulders. He has a flask in one hand and his other rests on the hilt of a dueling rapier.
A full-body portrait and bust of Caspian Matabazzi, a human man in his early 30s. He's pale, if a little sunburnt, with greying brown hair swept back and a patchy beard. He's wearing a billowy, loose-fitting green shirt and flowy orange pants. In the full body portrait he is writing something into a journal, with an over-stuffed bookbag slung over his shoulder. His surname was Zephenephram when I played him, but he's since taken his husband's name (gladly, he might add). He's a cryptid scholar investigator and spell warrior skald. Not good in a fight, but he can make his allies exceptional!
The logo for Bad Bullet: quirky pink block lettering spelling out "BAD BULLET" in front of a wild blue swoosh.
Pages 18 & 19 from my comic Bad Bullet! They're a two-page spread in which an alien girl named Pandora takes her souped-up gravracer for a joyride.
The Bad Bullet logo, with magenta text and a pink/blue swoop.
walked like 10+ miles yesterday with my metapod at my hip. she's my little trooper 💙
about me: 20 games i rank in different ways
Pages 16 & 17. Oh yeah. Pandora, riding a sleek (if banged up) golden gravracer, whips around a sharp bend in a tight U-turn. A trail of multicolor light gleams behind her as she moves at wildly fast speeds. > Pandora: Coming around now! We get closer in to the gravracer. It "vyoom"'s with wild intensity, the world around its pilot fading into a frantic blur. Pandora holds on for dear life, loving every minute of it. She's in her element here. > CAPTION: PANDORA - Gravracer Wunderkind > CAPTION: BAD BULLET - Their Ticket Out Of Here > Pandora: Check this girl out! She's perfect! Orange, Led-Hed, Casio, and Jetson all look on, mouths and mouth screens agape, honestly amazed. > Kids: Woahh > Pandora: You think that's impressive? Then watch this! Pandora flips a bright red switch on one of the Bad Bullet's handlebars. She slams on a foot pedal with full force as the Bullet vrrr's louder. The Bad Bullet bursts forward in a joyous explosion of multicolored light exhaust. Led-Hed, Jetson, Orange, and Casio all look on in wonder. Casio clutches onto the paper printout from his machine. > Casio: No way... yeah, we're calibrated. > Casio: She's really going 330. Pandora takes a tight turn as the Bad Bullet fwoom's forward with renewed speed. > Pandora: C'mon, c'mon... faster, faster...
Casio checks his calculator watch. > Casio: Well, the big leagues will have to wait. > Casio: It's getting late, and there's school tomorrow. Pandora deflates, immediately saddened. > Pandora: don't remind me... Jetson brushes their hair back, eyes closed. > Jetson: Okay, whatever. Look, the Deimos isn't for a few weeks. > Jetson: We can talk more about this later. Led-Hed's joined Orange over by the terrarium. Orange is still feeding the bug leaves. > Casio (off-screen): Come on, you two, let's go! The gang leaves the garage as Jetson closes the garage door from the outside. The mechanism whirs loudly. > Pandora (off-screen): Yeah, let's get back, I'm starving. The door clunks shut. > CAPTION: End Chapter 1
Pandora pokes her head up over the back of the couch. Orange grins. Led-Hed pokes his head, his face displaying a bold "!!". Jetson's caught off-guard. > Pandora & Jetson: Wait WHAT Jetson does the math in their head. > Jetson: The Deimos Run is the biggest race on ZX-6. > Jetson: Sure, we're a bit faster, but -- Casio interjects, grinning hopefully. > Casio: The Bullet topped out at 353 clicks. > Casio: That's more than competitive. > Casio: We can actually, finally do this! > Jetson (off-screen): Still though... > Pandora (off-screen): C'mon, Jet, the big leagues are calling! Orange's off in his own world, feeding a big succulent leaf to a little purple bug in a terrarium. > Jetson (off-screen): Well, we still need to stress test the engine-- > Pandora (off-screen): Ok, then test it! > Jetson (off-screen): Hey-- Pandora bolts up with a defiant pose and sticks one finger up in the air triumphantly. > Pandora: Listen up! We're gonna win the Deimos! > Pandora: Then we're gonna get sponsored and get off this crummy rock!
Pandora walks the Bad Bullet back to the garage. Orange, Led-Hed, Casio, and Jetson watch, still recovering from the excitement. > Casio: No freaking way! > Jetson: Not bad, Pandora. Pandora guides the gravracer into the garage itself. We see a birds-eye view of the kids' hideout. Casio goes back to his desk to check over all the paper logs from his console. Orange runs past the couch alongside Pandora, grinning ear to ear. Led-Hed walks back to his computer and arcade machines. Jetson heads back to their toolbench and mechanics' equipment. > Casio: Wait... > Pandora: Yeah, that's way faster. > Jetson: I figured new caps would make a difference, but wow. Jetson gives Led-Hed an approving thumbs up. Led-Hed, for his part, is overjoyed. > Jetson: Great idea, Yellow. Pandora throws herself onto the couch, beaming with pride. > Pandora: Yeah, good work, new kids. Casio's eyes have gone wider than normal with realization. > Casio: Uhhh hey, guys? > Casio: We could totally enter the Deimos.
Pandora drives the Bad Bullet in a winding, overlapping, chaotic path across the desert, pushing the gravracer as far as it will go. The Bullet dances around rocks and weaves under arches. Pandora presses a button on the dashboard. > Casio (off-screen): Wait... The speedometer on the Bullet's dash furiously ticks past max. > Casio (off-screen): 335-- The Bad Bullet's side pipes flush out excess exhaust as the racer speeds across the landscape. > Casio (off-screen): 340-- The Bad Bullet's engine screeches with pure energy. > Casio (off-screen): 345-- Pandora's eyes squint. She's determined, she's overjoyed, she's going faster than she's ever gone in her life. > Casio (off-screen): 350!? The path eventually ends, marked in Pandora's head with exploding fireworks. She peels out into an Akira slide to punctuate her joyride. She sits back in the Bullet's seat, a mixture of smug satisfaction and sheer relief on her face. > Pandora: Kickass.
> Pandora: You think that's impressive? Then watch this! Pandora flips a bright red switch on one of the Bad Bullet's handlebars. She slams on a foot pedal with full force as the Bullet vrrr's louder. The Bad Bullet bursts forward in a joyous explosion of multicolored light exhaust. Led-Hed, Jetson, Orange, and Casio all look on in wonder. Casio clutches onto the paper printout from his machine. > Casio: No way... yeah, we're calibrated. > Casio: She's really going 330. Pandora takes a tight turn as the Bad Bullet fwoom's forward with renewed speed. > Pandora: C'mon, c'mon... faster, faster...
My icon: the character Pandora from my comic Bad Bullet, against a blue and peach BG.
it's me, morgan, but i drew bunny ears and whiskers and nose on my selfie with my finger
Pandora, from my comic Bad Bullet. She's a green-skinned alien girl with nubby antennae, long ears, and slicked back blue-black hair. She's wearing a purple shirt and orange jacket. She looks deservedly smug.
JETSON: Pandora... how much do you know about gravracing?
a screencap of the new tomodachi life demo. it's showing a mii of Pandora, from my comic Bad Bullet
me, mo, the artist
a pokewalker toy. on the screen there's a gastly who i hadn't seen for 15 years
the 1981 mattel handheld dungeons & dragons computer fantasy game. imagine a game & watch toy was a dungeon crawler
three pencil sketches of pandora from bad bullet, emphasizing different proportions and styles
page 7 from my comic, BAD BULLET (all pages and transcript alt text can be found on my pinned post or at the web link above)
jammy le fay very normally looking at you. yes, you. i'm singling you out. you can't hide from me. try all you like. i see you
LED-HED, from my comic Bad Bullet. He's a gold colored humanoid kid with a boxy television screen for a head. He's got a blue jumpsuit and purple scarf. He's doing something on a computer terminal in the kids' garage hangout.
me, on march 11 2025, having just given myself my first hrt injection. i was bouncing off all the walls, it's a miracle i could stand still for this photo
my first hrt injection was 1 year ago today!!!
morgan (me) smiling
night call (monkeymoon, black muffin, 2019)
my 9 favorite(?) games, in no particular order: - metal slug 3 - guardian heroes - digital devil saga avatar tuner 2 - rez infinite - persona 3 fes - jet set radio future - i was a teenage exocolonist - fire emblem three houses - disco elysium
Two cartoony fantasy women drawn at a 3/4 angle. At left: Suraya San Goran (my character), an undine watersinger bard. She's half-triton instead of half-elemental. She's around average height and kinda chubby, with blue-grey skin and messily tied dark hair. She wears a blue short-sleeved tunic and brown work pants with thick socks and plain leather shoes. She also has a collared canvas vest which is great for keeping the sun off her neck when working, and she wears it often (even though she totally spilled coffee all over it months ago). At right: Luchia Kail (my friend's character), a half-sea-elf waves oracle. She's tall and slender, with sand-colored skin and coral green hair intricately tied into two buns. The point of her left ear was noticeably cut off. She wears a frilly, ocean-themed dress and fancy blue sandals, along with multiple pieces of jewelry fashioned from worn stone and coral and sea glass. She also has an ankle sheath with a rope cutting knife.
my collection of persona trinity soul paraphenalia clockwise, starting top left: - the vol 1 premium edition dvd box (ep 1-13) - the vol 2 standard edition dvds (ep 14-26) - the trinity soul visual book - the trinity soul ost cd
THANK YOU FOR READING MY COMIC!! Colored doodles of the five main characters from my comic, Bad Bullet
Oh yeah. Pandora, riding a sleek (if banged up) golden gravracer, whips around a sharp bend in a tight U-turn. A trail of multicolor light gleams behind her as she moves at wildly fast speeds. > Pandora: Coming around now! We get closer in to the gravracer. It "vyoom"'s with wild intensity, the world around its pilot fading into a frantic blur. Pandora holds on for dear life, loving every minute of it. She's in her element here. > CAPTION: PANDORA - Gravracer Wunderkind > CAPTION: BAD BULLET - Their Ticket Out Of Here > Pandora: Check this girl out! She's perfect! Orange, Led-Hed, Casio, and Jetson all look on, mouths and mouth screens agape, honestly amazed. > Kids: Woahh
Casio sits at his desk, reading a paper printout while looking up warily at Jetson. > CAPTION: CASIO - Impromptu Manager > Casio: I get your point, I really do. But it all worked out, right? Orange is listening to music in a beanbag chair next to a shelf of videogames, lifting one headphone off his ear to hear the conversation. > CAPTION: ORANGE - ...??? > Jetson (off-screen): This time, but-- > Casio (off-screen): And what good's complaining gonna do? Jetson, defeated, tosses the wrench onto a toolbench. > Jetson: Ugh, fine. > Jetson: How's it holding together? Jetson, Orange, and Led-Hed all gather around Casio's desk and machine as the paper printout gets longer and longer. They're all surprised and confused. > Casio: Uhh... that can't be right... > Jetson: Are we sure it's calibrated? The four kids gather at the open garage door as a loud "vrrrrr" draws closer. > Casio: Sounds like it's coming back around. > Casio: Let's see for ourselves.
The sun's begun to set a little outside of an old machine garage. The sign on the roof used to read "Corrugated Engineworks," but the artist moved on to bigger and better things. The van is parked just outside and the main garage door is open. The kids' conversation can be heard from outside. > Jetson (off-screen): Seriously, what was she thinking? Led-Hed is currently working on an old analog terminal coated in sticky notes as he looks back to the rest of the group. > Caption: LED-HED - Computer Whiz > Jetson (off-screen): Like-- I know things don't always go to plan. Jetson sits on a rolling work stool, gesturing angrily with their wrench. > Caption: JETSON - Total Gearhead > Jetson: But we wouldn't have been in half that mess if she wasn't... ugh, so her!
Casio and Jetson land on a soft slope of sand and begin sliding down to the ground proper. Casio looks queasy, and holds his fist up to cover his mouth. Jetson's worried. > Casio: I'm gonna be sick. > Jetson: Oh no. Can you hold it until we get back? Pandora, Led-Hed, and Orange are already seated in a small pink van parked just beyond the sand slope. Pandora's leaning out the front passenger window, shouting back to the lollygaggers. Casio looks back sheepishly to Jetson. > Pandora: Come on already! Let's split! > Casio: yeah, i guess Casio rushes into the driver's seat, fumbling with his keyring and starting the engine. > Casio: You all buckled up? > Pandora: Yes, mom. The van drivers off, leaving a trailer of loose dust in its wake. Jetson's got one arm resting outside the window. Pandora is already leaning out the window, exuberantly yelling at the world. > Pandora: WOOOO > Pandora: Good work, team! > Casio: Hey, seatbelt, now!
The kids have reached the outer wall of the scrapyard. > Pandora: Here we are! See you on the other side! Pandora leaps off the wall with no fear, making a rock-and-roll sign with her free hand. > Pandora: Wahoo! Led-Hed and Orange follow right after her, enjoying the thrill. Casio looks up at Jetson, his eyes big and baleful. Jetson looks back at him, clearly apologetic. > Casio: Oh, I always hate this part. > Jetson: I know, Red. Jetson resolutely jumps off the wall as well. Casio screams in mortal terror. > Casio: AAAAAAAAAAAHHH
The opposite wall of scrap completely collapses in a huge crash, burying the motorcycles in the aisle under countless chunks of scrap metal and machinery. The guards are heartbroken, looking down at the massive mess. > Guard: They broke our bikes... again...
The five kids run in silhouette along the top of this pile of mechanical scrap. Pandora takes the lead, followed closesly by Jetson and Casio, with Let-Hed and then Orange in the rear. > Pandora: Just a little farther! Come on, gang! Casio looks behind the group and panics. > Casio: Uh, guys! Behind us! The guards, having ditched their motorcycles on the ground, are climbing up the scrap pile behind them. The main guard rests at the top, shouting more into his megaphone. > Guard: You kids have gone far enough! Last warning! Stop now! Jetson leans down to grab a small, loose chunk of piping before tossing it behind themself. > Jetson: I don't think so. > Jetson: Sorry about this! The pipe hits a critical support pole holding up the opposite wall of metal scrap, which begins to rumble ominously. The guard looks horrified.
A loud siren shrieks "vreeooo" on repeat coming down the road at the kids. They stop suddenly, figuring out what it is. > Jetson: What the-- Three scrapyard guards on big purple motorcycles come barreling down the aisle at the kids. All three are wearing pads on their elbows and knees, and have siren lights installed on their bike helmets. The middle guard, an orange dog man, holds a megaphone as they all shout. > Leftmost Guard: You kids! Again! > Middle Guard: Stop running! Again! > Rightmost Guard: Drop the parts! Again! Pandora starts climbing up a wall of old scrap metal, directing her friends below her. Orange happily hops off Led-Hed's shoulders to join Pandora. > Pandora: These guys? Again? > Pandora: Come on, up we go! The others follow Pandora up the pile of scrap. Jetson's still carrying their small friend Casio up the wall. > Jetson: From here on out, let's just order parts online. > Casio: Agreed.
Pandora innocently hops down out of the cockpit, holding on tightly to the four converters tucked under her arm, and begins running away from the truck with the rest of the kids (who are notably angrier and more stressed than her). > Pandora: Right! Double time! Orange has hopped onto Led-Hed's back, who is now running at full speed. There are fake LED sweat drops on Led-Hed's faceplate. Jetson scoops Casio up under their lower right arm while glaring daggers at Pandora. > Jetson: Will you shut up!? > Casio: oh, uh, thanks Back by the truck, the driver shouts frantically into her hand radio. > Driver: H-Hey! Thieves! > Driver: Code five! I repeat, code five! Those kids, they're back! Again! Pandora and Jetson start bickering with each other as they run. > Jetson: You at least got all four, right? > Pandora: Duh, I'm not stupid! > Jetson: Yeah!? Stuck in Jetson's arm, a hyperventilating Casio breaks up the argument for now. > Casio: Can we stop shouting and get outta here?
Inside the cockpit, Pandora is busily ripping converters out of the console. > Pandora: Aaand four! Yeah! All right, that's what I'm talking about! She's really hyping herself up. Outside the truck, the driver is looking around for the source of the commotion. Peering out from just behind her are a scowling Jetson and a terrified Casio. > Driver: Hello? Come on out! > Driver: Huh. Maybe I'm just hearing things... The driver's just about to give up the search when Pandora bursts out the top of the cockpit, loudly exclaiming. The world goes pink and gold around her, and a big "TADA" materialized behind her back. > Pandora: All right, got the coupleys! > Pandora: Let's hit the road, people! Led-Hed, Casio, and Orange look up at her, mortified. The driver looks up in shock. Jetson looks like they could kill Pandora right here and now.
> Pandora: Okay, let's see... Looking inside the autodrive console that Pandora got access to, we see a whole lot of buttons and digital displays and wires and lightbulbs and ribbon cables. It's a positively silly machine! Protruding from the front are four fist-sized cylinders, helpfully labeled as "nitro-coupling converters." Pandora shrugs, nonchalant. > Pandora: Piece of cake! And they were so worried... Outside, the truck has stopped. The driver exits their seat, slamming the door behind them. Jetson, Casio, and Led-Hed are all hiding on the other side of the truck, while Orange hangs in the undercarriage. > Driver: Yeah? Who's banging around out there? > Jetson: that idiot! i am going to kill her-- > Casio: shhh!
Outside the truck, the other four kids are alarmed by the loud banging happening inside. > Casio: Wha-- are you okay in there!? Inside the cockpit, an indignant Pandora tosses the panel aside with a clang, grumbling all the while. > Pandora: Yeah, just gimme a minute! Her shouting can be heard outside the cockpit, where a tired Jetson stares forward blankly. > Pandora (off-screen): Don't rush me, all right!? > Jetson: We gotta stop letting her do these. Suddenly, the truck's driver slams on the brakes. Jetson stops the other kids running behind them with one arm. > Jetson: Shit! > Jetson: Quick, hide! > Casio: oh crap
Pandora lands inside the dim, blue cockpit. There are buttons and panels on the walls, and comfy padded purple chairs all around. > Pandora: Woah, nice cockpit. We should grab these chairs, not the-- Pandora's eyes unfocus as she drools a little, having a complete brain fart. > Pandora: Wait, what do we need again? We cut back to Casio and Jetson still running outside the truck. > Casio: You think she's got this? > Jetson: Not at all. On a grey-purple console in the cockpit, there is a panel conveniently marked "AUTO DRIVE (Open Here!)." > Pandora: Oh, right! Pandora smugly sits there with a little cat face. > Pandora: Yeah, I got this. Pandora begins to pry at the console, immediately frustrated by it. > Pandora: All right, come on, are you jammed, or-- Pandora succeeds, pulling the auto-drive panel off with a small "pop," as she is sent flying back from the effort and loudly thudding against the cockpit wall. > Pandora: Ack!
The kids chase the truck down a long, winding road surrounded by large mechanical scrap: engines, cockpits, reactors, and the like. > Pandora: What are we looking for? > Casio: (huff) Nitro-coupling converters! (huff) > Pandora: Okay! Give me a lift! Jetson runs in front of the pack, two hands outstretched and waiting. Behind them run a grinning Pandora, a cheery Led-Hed, a happy Orange, and a thoroughly winded Casio. > Jetson: Coraloid model like this? They'll be behind the autodrive console. > Jetson: You should just be able to pry them out. Pandora puts her foot in Jetson's out-stretched hands as they hoist her up the side of the truck. > Pandora: Oh please, this isn't my first rodeo! Jetson looks up at Pandora with the rest of the kids, clearly annoyed. > Jetson: Whatever. Bang the side if you need help. Pandora looks down at her friends, a gap-toothed little grin on her face. > Pandora: Don't worry so much! I'll be back in a flash!
Five alien children hunker down behind a pile of mechanical scrap. From left-to-right: Jetson (they/them), a large blue-skinned frog-like alien with four arms. Casio (he/him), a small red-skinned alien with big ears and nubby horns. Pandora (she/her), a green-skinned alien with jet-black hair, long ears, and short antennae. Orange (he/him), an orangutan. Led-Hed (he/they), a golden robot with a boxy TV screen for a head. > Casio: Yeah, that's the one. > Pandora: All right, on my signal. The operator checks something off his clipboard. > Operator: OK then, we'll pop that on a truck. A large crane whirs and lifts the schooner cockpit off the freighter, detaching it with a small "pop!" Pandora leans in. > Pandora: Ready... The crane drops the cockpit on the back of a large flatbed truck with a loud "thunk," while the operator and pilot walk out of scene. > Operator: We can iron out the creds inside. Want caf? We just got a zespresso machine. > Pilot: No kidding? The truck begins to drive off, and Pandora leads the kids out to follow it as it "vrrmrm"'s off. > Pandora: Go!
We open on an establishing shot: the surface of the planet ZX-6. It's coated in red-orange sand with a turquoise sky, and there's little but rock formations dotting the landscape. A small red starship flies into frame, with the large blue cockpit of a different ship ratchet-strapped to the top. > Pilot: Entering local airspace. Cargo in tow, over. The small freighter continues to chug along, its engines making a soft "fw fw fw" sound. A radio operator responds. > Operator: Copy, freighter. Dock 2 is clear for landing. > Pilot: Understood, ground. The freighter approaches a walled-off compound, full of scrap metal, shuttlepads, and large magnetic cranes. There's a sign outside, depicting a smiling four-eyed fish-man giving a thumbs-up. It reads, "Moto Domi's Scrapyard: Open 25/8." Outside the scrapyard's walls, a small pink van is parked, and a few small figures seem to be running up towards the wall. > Operator: Reading your digi-manifest... another schooner cockpit? > Pilot: Deploying gear... that's right. The radio operator, a yellow-skinned alien in a pink jumpsuit, waves the landing freighter down with two bright blue batons. He has a clipboard tucked under his arm. > Operator: Third one this fraction, right? > Pilot: Oh, yeah, something's up with their fabs. Three voices, coming from just off-screen, whisper hurriedly to each other. > Casio (off-screen): Is that the cockpit? From the Enos? > Pandora (off-screen): See for yoursel-- > Jetson (off-screen): Shhh!
The words BAD BULLET in front of a swooping multicolor trail.
The desert at night. The sand and stone are cast green, the night sky a dark yet vibrant magenta. Five riders on camelback trudge across the sand as the sun sets, silhouetted in a hopeful orange. In the sky above is imposed the face of a ravenous vampire, eyes and teeth glowing that same menacing orange.
A tall, slender woman with tan skin, unnaturally blue eyes, and long silvery hair that ends in blue tips. She's wearing a light blue tunic and striped dark blue pants, with leather armor and boots. She has a bunch of jewelry made from silver discs and magenta beads. She carries a white wooden staff and has a starknife strapped to her belt. Her name is Valla Ankar, though she also responds to the nickname Vale. She's a musetouched aasimar and a cleric of Desna. Vale's from Brevoy initially, but she's currently wandering around Avistan, offering her services in medicine and magics in exchange for passage with traveling caravans. She wants to see everything and meet everyone!
some twee ass email about how good of a job i did paying $20 for domain renewal Hi Morgan, You renewed your domain! That's great. Good job. Now there's all this technical stuff we need to tell you. Are you ready? Take a breath. Here it comes.
A very elegant bust of my Pathfinder wizard Apsara Vidrael - an elven woman with short brown and orange hair, light blue eyes, and a wild red jacket. She smiles slyly at the viewer.
Four illustrations from this year. Clockwise from top-left: 1. Fio Germi from Metal Slug falls from the sky, firing a heavy machine gun. 2. The Blue Dragon from Panzer Dragoon, in front of the flooded ruins of an ancient civilization. 3. Fleur from Rouge (dir. Stanley Kwan, a ghostly figure in white placed against a backdrop reminiscent of her own floral dress. 4. The Nakbag from Hero-Friends, a green and orange bat monster. In the center is a photo of Mo, the artist, with their face scribbled over to partially obscure it.
A flat vertical panel depicting a green alien girl making a peace sign with one hand and holding some mechanical components in the other as she jumps from a considerable height.
uh oh. pandora is now a cookie