Brass Balls

Gooooold fingerrrrrr...

Willy uses protection.  Paint me like one of your french girls...

Crane Kick

Mondays...

Elbow Jab

Willy finds out Tom is much smaller and faster
than he appears in the movies.

These are all a series of illustrations for a cardgame developed by 1x5 Games.  Check them out!

Ghost Balls

i feel like there needs to be a Pac Man reference here somewhere.

A defense card.  Along the lines of you can't hit what has become incorporeal.  But i don't think Willy sees it that way.

These are all illustrations for a card game called "Nutpunch."  It's being released by 1x5 Games later this year.  Provided a decent printer can be lined up.  Check them out, they have other games in development too.

the Eunuch

The wind brought winter on its shoulders

but found not fruit to kill with its frost

for the tree had given them to the earth for safe keeping.

(Yuck Fu)

Polar Bear Punch!

Take that stupidly-designed-thing-that's-supposed-to-make-my-life-easier-but-doesn't!!

"Polar Bear Punch." 
This one might be my favorite card, it was certainly a hoot to do. If you're feeling a bit squeamish about the violence of these perhaps you could do what i do. Imagine that Willy is a metaphor for whatever stands against you. (i said, whatever, not, whomever. Willy is not your boss.) But he may be the embodiment of the sin which your boss or spouse or brother or sister or total stranger sins against you. :D He could be poverty or debt or that twenty pounds you still want to lose or child abuse or divorce or hate or politics-as-usual-divorced-of-the-fear-of-Yahweh. Willy could represent your own sin which you hate; he could be the physical representation of something in this world which soon will not be anymore. Evil. In which case, roll up your sleeves, tape your knuckles and put in the mouthguard. Cuz it's time to get punching!

Or he could just be a poor, fat little man who seems to run afoul of every one he meets. What do i know?

Self harm

Stop hitting yourself...
no, seriously, stop.

Willy cries, 'No Joy.'  Then he just cries.  Should we call someone?  The local hospital perhaps?  

Just in case you're just coming across this picture and saying, "What in the seven hells of New Jersey  is going on here??"  Lemme explain.  No.  There is too much.  Lemme sum up.

i was hired to do illustrations for a cardgame.

The cardgame is called, Nutpunch.

The name of the cardgame is self explanatory.  

This is one the defense cards.

No, to the best of my knowledge, the game is played more like War than Twister.  All violence is imaginary.  i hope.

Niptwist is not a new kind of dance.

"What is wrong with you?"

This is listed as a defense.  i'm not entirely sure how it defends against someone punching you in the giblets but who am i to argue.  Maybe it works because the attacker is so put off by your display of masochism that it thinks it might become infected if it touches you?  Yeah.  Let's go with that.

the Jewel Thief

snip snip

A brief foray into Hitchcock horror/thriller.

Shrinkage

Do you think she knows about shrinkage?

Maybe i'm just kidding myself, but as i strived to tell an irreverent story, i tried to do it in an honorable way.  Not sure how much i succeeded.  There's no right way to do a wrong thing.  And i'm pretty sure this counts as coarse jesting.  So... i dunno.

Twofer fer Willy's two.

Will was not good at Dodgeball.

The game is called, Nutpunch.  The name of the game... is kinda the only rule.

Two today because whilst i was traveling yesterday, i neglected to update the blog here.