Epis,ode #7! Feels like a transitional piece here, which is a pretty good thing I guess after the chop shop in #6! But here we see some very well-written imagery of the now sorry-assed Chester, reduced to a trunk, in his pod. Max, frankly, is really acting like something between a total cuck and a royal pain-in-the-ass. He knows the score here--he knows what Chester did to his girl, he knows that Erin's infinitely better than Chester, and he's pulling a Dalai Lama now! Max's been helping with the financing and logistics of Erin's ops this whole time. Now he's bringing this merc on board who's a fellow vengeance enthusiast--his wife and kid were raped and murdered, and he went out, soldier-style, and took care of business! Max reminds me of a kind of discount Mark Zuckerberg/compu-nerd sort of guy--really into world peace, recycling, and like that. But can he wield a shotgun? Do some John Wick stuff if someone started messing with Erin? Something tells me he'd disappear if the chips were down and he had to really take some real-world action that meant he'd get his hands dirty (bloody) or take a scrape or two. No way he could endure the torture and humiliation Erin went through--that alone changed her! He's totally clueless here--and he's preaching this darkness business. Based on Max's behavior to this point, I see Erin tossing Max to the curb (something at the back of my head's a little wary of him--it was from the start if you recall--he just showed up out of nowhere at Erin's hospital room), and hooking up with the merc, and possibly Diana the dominatrix, maybe a menage with both of them--both are far more in her league when it comes to character, personal strength, and power. Have to admit that I haven't been into the other Sin Street material--the Bliss Paradox reports and such--so I'm not all that up on the Red October stuff, but perhaps Max is Red October--just a speculative thought from yours truly--maybe that's why I've always felt there's something off about that guy. But from a writing perspective, I'd think any sex scenes involving Erin, the merc, and Diana the domme would be hot, explosive affairs indeed!
I'm indifferent to Chester's fate. Any continuance of his life except under the most horrifying circumstances possible is a waste of time--true justice in this matter would be for Erin to string him along with occasional shots of pleasure from the pod to extract the info she needs to further her grand design--just treat him like an animal--a worthless resource, the same way he treated Erin, and the girls who he kept in subjection as their pimp. She should suck him dry of all useful information, then, when his hope is highest, spring the trap on him, that he'll be subjected to some perpetual, virtual-reality reenactment of the ordeal he and his cohorts subjected Erin to--let the pod perpetually rape, violate, inflict pain, and psychologically torture him until his worthless carcass wears out from the overstimulation. That'd be what he truly deserves for what he did to her.
And if Erin has crossed into "Evil" or "Darkness," and she's concerned about it--I think she's just giving herself some kind of Sartrean bad-faith jive there. First, she went to Harvard Business School--you leave your morality at the door there, like you do when you run for office! Plus, moral scruples, as I've said before in a few places, are cosmetic at most in any noir universe, where illusion and deception are normative.
As always, Sissitrix--your art's terrific here--as much as I despise Chester, your depiction of his state is a harrowing one--linked with the whole pod setup (there goes that creepy Giger/Cronenberg vibe)--it morphs into very menacing, chill-inducing body horror. If you're not familiar with the aesthetic of either of those brilliant masters of the eerie, macabre, and intrinsically unsettling, it's total nightmare fuel--the kind of stuff that has fundamentalist Christian rubes dragging out torches and picket signs wishing they could damn the different and creative to Hell--along with legions of other normal, thoughtful, intelligent, well-adjusted, human beings who make the world an intriguing place!
Hi John. When we get to it, I feel 'Sin Street T-Shirts' will look exceptional and may clinch a Tarantino deal... lols. Thank you again for your incredible assessment. It helps so much to understand our work. I really loved the artworks on this chapter which are raw and need to be if only to properly set the scene of utter horror in Chester's life. You correctly identify this as a plot driver, developing the inner conflicts of Erin as she discovers a new equilibrium. She isn't off the rails but since death and destruction are new constructs in her life, she's finding if there are boundaries.
Max.... oh Max. Watch this space because we can't reveal. His roller coaster on the morality highway is more like a self inflicted injury and deliberately so. More to come.
It'd also make a kickass graphic novel--I know there's Frank Miller influence here, so it may fall into that white noise static, but with the multiple genre-crossing and merging--may have potential...
When you associate my artwork with either Giger or Cronenberg, you got it all the way. These biomechanics add a twisted energy to the classic Noir universe. And yes, Cronenberg populated the fantasies of the art student I was. For Giger, it is a special love, almost a desire to be his degenerate son. To this, I could also add the universe of the artist Paul McCarthy. I like it when the dark side of what we are deeply, secretly, blows up and splashes the reality. To feel balanced, I also need to swim in the swamp, and Kate is helping a lot!
Serves the MFR right
Revenge is a dish best served cold, sliced and diced.
Epis,ode #7! Feels like a transitional piece here, which is a pretty good thing I guess after the chop shop in #6! But here we see some very well-written imagery of the now sorry-assed Chester, reduced to a trunk, in his pod. Max, frankly, is really acting like something between a total cuck and a royal pain-in-the-ass. He knows the score here--he knows what Chester did to his girl, he knows that Erin's infinitely better than Chester, and he's pulling a Dalai Lama now! Max's been helping with the financing and logistics of Erin's ops this whole time. Now he's bringing this merc on board who's a fellow vengeance enthusiast--his wife and kid were raped and murdered, and he went out, soldier-style, and took care of business! Max reminds me of a kind of discount Mark Zuckerberg/compu-nerd sort of guy--really into world peace, recycling, and like that. But can he wield a shotgun? Do some John Wick stuff if someone started messing with Erin? Something tells me he'd disappear if the chips were down and he had to really take some real-world action that meant he'd get his hands dirty (bloody) or take a scrape or two. No way he could endure the torture and humiliation Erin went through--that alone changed her! He's totally clueless here--and he's preaching this darkness business. Based on Max's behavior to this point, I see Erin tossing Max to the curb (something at the back of my head's a little wary of him--it was from the start if you recall--he just showed up out of nowhere at Erin's hospital room), and hooking up with the merc, and possibly Diana the dominatrix, maybe a menage with both of them--both are far more in her league when it comes to character, personal strength, and power. Have to admit that I haven't been into the other Sin Street material--the Bliss Paradox reports and such--so I'm not all that up on the Red October stuff, but perhaps Max is Red October--just a speculative thought from yours truly--maybe that's why I've always felt there's something off about that guy. But from a writing perspective, I'd think any sex scenes involving Erin, the merc, and Diana the domme would be hot, explosive affairs indeed!
I'm indifferent to Chester's fate. Any continuance of his life except under the most horrifying circumstances possible is a waste of time--true justice in this matter would be for Erin to string him along with occasional shots of pleasure from the pod to extract the info she needs to further her grand design--just treat him like an animal--a worthless resource, the same way he treated Erin, and the girls who he kept in subjection as their pimp. She should suck him dry of all useful information, then, when his hope is highest, spring the trap on him, that he'll be subjected to some perpetual, virtual-reality reenactment of the ordeal he and his cohorts subjected Erin to--let the pod perpetually rape, violate, inflict pain, and psychologically torture him until his worthless carcass wears out from the overstimulation. That'd be what he truly deserves for what he did to her.
And if Erin has crossed into "Evil" or "Darkness," and she's concerned about it--I think she's just giving herself some kind of Sartrean bad-faith jive there. First, she went to Harvard Business School--you leave your morality at the door there, like you do when you run for office! Plus, moral scruples, as I've said before in a few places, are cosmetic at most in any noir universe, where illusion and deception are normative.
As always, Sissitrix--your art's terrific here--as much as I despise Chester, your depiction of his state is a harrowing one--linked with the whole pod setup (there goes that creepy Giger/Cronenberg vibe)--it morphs into very menacing, chill-inducing body horror. If you're not familiar with the aesthetic of either of those brilliant masters of the eerie, macabre, and intrinsically unsettling, it's total nightmare fuel--the kind of stuff that has fundamentalist Christian rubes dragging out torches and picket signs wishing they could damn the different and creative to Hell--along with legions of other normal, thoughtful, intelligent, well-adjusted, human beings who make the world an intriguing place!
Excellent piece yet again!
Hi John. When we get to it, I feel 'Sin Street T-Shirts' will look exceptional and may clinch a Tarantino deal... lols. Thank you again for your incredible assessment. It helps so much to understand our work. I really loved the artworks on this chapter which are raw and need to be if only to properly set the scene of utter horror in Chester's life. You correctly identify this as a plot driver, developing the inner conflicts of Erin as she discovers a new equilibrium. She isn't off the rails but since death and destruction are new constructs in her life, she's finding if there are boundaries.
Max.... oh Max. Watch this space because we can't reveal. His roller coaster on the morality highway is more like a self inflicted injury and deliberately so. More to come.
Put me down for Sin Street merch on release!
We definitely need to do this!
It'd also make a kickass graphic novel--I know there's Frank Miller influence here, so it may fall into that white noise static, but with the multiple genre-crossing and merging--may have potential...
When you associate my artwork with either Giger or Cronenberg, you got it all the way. These biomechanics add a twisted energy to the classic Noir universe. And yes, Cronenberg populated the fantasies of the art student I was. For Giger, it is a special love, almost a desire to be his degenerate son. To this, I could also add the universe of the artist Paul McCarthy. I like it when the dark side of what we are deeply, secretly, blows up and splashes the reality. To feel balanced, I also need to swim in the swamp, and Kate is helping a lot!