mike's story

okay...

here, from craig (who apparently had his camera out more than i did...), are a few more pictures of us havin' fun at the screaming tiki con two weeks ago!

here's me with artists/pals jeremy dale and nate lovett (nate did a great 'haps pin-up that will be featured in an upcoming issue...) we look like we're ready for action!
or something...


me with jeremy's lovely wife, kelly dale (which i think sounds like it should be the name of a little village or hamlet in tellos...welcome to kellydale)
she took the following pics of me and craig in the--


---freakin' BATMOBILE!!!


yeah, that's right!
(can you tell craig just yelled at me for actually trying to start it up? also, i guess you're not s'posed to even pick up the red bat-phone that's in there...)


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and here, then, is the final entry in our contest from our pal, mike estelle, called...


The Man Who Lives Forever: Prelude

The skies raged with lightning and the ground shook with thunder. Rain came down in sheets as Father Hennessy tried to find shelter from the storm in the desolate town. As he came upon a cemetery, lightning streaked across the sky giving him a brief glance of a building in the middle of the cemetery. He opened the gates and entered the burial grounds of the once thriving small town.
"I've got to get out of this storm," said Hennessy as he frantically ran towards the building. Halfway there he tripped on his robe, landing flat on his face. As he got to his knees, lightning struck again, and he found himself looking up at the most hideous tombstone he had ever seen. Atop it was a statue of a man in tattered robes, and as the lightening struck again he saw it wasn't a man, but a monster.
A hood half hid the monster’s face, but the features he could make out were a large, pointed ear sticking out from a hole in the hood, and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, with the incisors being slightly larger than the others resembling those of a vampire. Father Hennessy was about to get up when the ground shook causing him to lose his balance. He failed to notice a hand coming up from the ground, and as he tried to stand, it grasped his right ankle. He cried out in horror and tried to break free of the hands' grip, but it was no use. Hennessy kicked at the hand with his other foot trying to break the hand off his ankle. Then a second hand came up, followed by the upper half of the body to which they belonged. What he saw scared him more than he’s ever been scared before, it was the living embodiment of the statue.
“Lord help me!” screamed Hennessy, as the creature pulled the rest of it’s decayed body from the ground. As the monster pulled itself from the ground it released it’s grip on Hennessy’s foot, and Hennessy ran for the building in the middle of the cemetery. A smile appeared on the creature’s face as it stood up and followed after the priest. As Hennessy reached the building, he noticed that the door was bolted from the inside.
“Damn!” he muttered as he turned around and saw the creature lumbering towards him. He looked around for a place to hide, but found nothing. He ran in the other direction from which the creature was approaching. As he was running he heard something fly overhead, so he stopped short, sliding on the slippery ground. Before he could fall he was lifted from the ground by the creature. Holding him up by his robes, the creature’s teeth gleamed as lightning struck again. The last thing Father Hennessy ever saw were the creature’s fangs going for his throat and then a flash of light.
As the creature finished it’s feeding, it looked around in disbelief and fell to its knees. It put its hands over it’s face and cried as it repeated to itself over and over, “No, not again. This can’t be happening again.” A bolt of lightning then struck the ground before him and he raised a fist to the skies and cursed at the heavens.





that's the last of 'em!
smell ya later!
todd