Alright guys (and gals), I found this website through David Firth.
I have a multitude of ideas that I need animated. They are dark, sick, twisted humor the likes of which only Marquis De Sade could enjoy - except they take place in the future (most of them)
What I am going to do is paste a few samples of the writing I am referring to. I do happen to know artists that I can pull into this project if needed.
Here pasted below are a few samples (excerpts) from a large body of original work which me and a few co-authors have created.
I will warn you right now that this material is violent, dark, mean, satanic, and hopefully very funny to the right person...
I also have numerous 'main-stream' ideas including a children's cartoon based on a museum that I work at... So try not to put me in a box - I am a very versatile writer, however, I want to focus on the dark stuff, because if you can handle that, my 'light' stuff is small fries.
I have also uploaded an image that my artist has drawn (by hand) in order to give an idea of the environment.
Without further ado, here are some sample works....
"Cybernetic-Android-Robot-Baby-Fuck"
“that’s right. It reminds us of our number one mission statement, “the younger the bitch, the better the fuck.”
“oh yeah?” I said. “I used to be a dog rapist. I loved the Mexican raping dog. It’s anal cavity is the tightest of all the rapeable animals. They specially designed the whole breed just for sickos like me and you to stick our fingers in their assholes, their genetically modified assholes. The Mexican raping dog feeds on tumble-weeds and drinks from the Rio Grande. They wallow in mud to keep themselves cool in the hot sun. The Mexican raping dog is brown and white and smells like onions… and Mexicans.”
“uhh, I cant wait to rape this dog” I said. “lucky I’m not rich” I said “I would spend all my time in rape mode!”
Then we went to a club that only workers at that place that I work can go; and Bee-Jews. They could go there too because they are essential to the world.
On stage were two woman having sex. Dirty loud sex. Dirty, smelly, fat sex. We sat down at a table. Our chairs were naked black men. The most comfortable of all living furniture. As we ate a comfortable meal of 12 year old clitoris (Done quite well. Tender, but juicy. Not too overdone; easy to do with clitoris) . By now the women on stage had transformed into two men and they started fucking each other in the ass.
One of my business associates, Dr. Waldo, is ranting about his company to the new intern, yelling over the loud futuristic music of sex and hydraulic drills and war sirens and crying babies, as the pseudomorphic sex objects performing on stage begin to suck each others blood.
“Theres a lot of sick faggots on these websites I like to goto.
I peruse through their profiles and then I try to seduce those faggots – yep, im one of them.
If you’re interested I can tell you the website…
Just then the waitress, an android-flesh-mannequin-ambiguous-sex-robot, delivers another round of virgin blood to the gentlemen at the table. One of them slides his credit card down the living robots asscrack, and the android flesh mannequin thanks him for the tip. The men devour their virgin blood drunkenly from their living chalices - Dr. Waldo drinking from a chalice with a demonic theme - the pulsating evil serpents coiling and retracting around the steam of the glass, the vigor by which he swallows the human blood causes some to spill from his mouth and down his chin. He continues…
“You don’t know about these sick websites I like to goto…”
“You see, I like the people that I know, the people I hang around with, to have the same mindset as me.
If I like furry defecate-on-self porno, I like the people that I know to also like furry defecate-on-self porno… understand?
I CANT STAND THESE FAGGOT ASS SQUARES ANYMORE! THEY DON’T THINK ON THE SAME LEVEL AS I DO! THEY’RE NOT INTO FURRY DEFICATE-ON-SELF HOMOSEXUAL TRANSVESTITE TRANSEXUAL HEMOPHALIC HERMAPHADITE PORNO!”
Dr. Waldo has worked himself into a fit of rage, spilling some of the blood onto the table. He calms himself a bit, and then proceeds to suck the spilled blood from the table. The table seems to respond to this procedure as if it derives sexual pleasure from Dr. Waldo’s sucking mouth. He sucks the blood from the table as if he’s snorting a line of cocaine, and reemerges with his hair in shambles and blood covering his face and dripping onto his irresponsibly expensive suit made of human skin.
“Yeah, some of the things on these websites… It makes some of the people on these websites sick! Some of the things you see on these websites… It will haunt you in your fucking dreams! YOUR FUCKING DREAMS!”
He speaks with the intensity of a bad acid trip, and the lights in the room seem to shift as if controlled by the power of Dr. Waldo’s great free-enterprising spirit…"
[There are many, many, (hundreds) of more pages of material like this, and connected to this sample.]
Here is a sample of the Intro to another story (The crotch factory) which the drawings I have uploaded were made from ---
georgey and jacky lived in a new age. their bodies were like those of dolls, but comprised of flesh, manufactured flesh, grown products.
( videodrome meets edward scissorhands?)
georgy was tired of jacky's crippled vagina. jacky was bored by georgy's bent flaccid wart covered penis.
georgey and jacky had just arrived at the crotch factory and were entering the revolving doors to enter the lobby when they heard a strange voice saying, " you just keep your fucks where i can see em." the voice sounded eerily like moans of pleasure, as if the the speaker were trapped in perpetual orgasm.
George, who was frightened, replied, " But sir, we haven't any fucks, thats why we've come to the crotch factory. i want a red violence pussy for my wife and a tan bruiser for myself."
"a red violence pussy you say? you dont say?" shuttered the strange voice with great pleasure. " let me introduce you to my collegue Goebbels ." said the strange voice... "he will educate you about our products, our fine custom fitted cocks and pussies, hand crafted on a secret island in the pacific... comprised of the finest materials available to man."
The strangevoice led george and jacky from the lobby into a huge corridor where the elevator doors were located. the walls were living flesh… painted in breathing murals of crotches, both throbbing with masculinity and dripping with femininity, pulsating and quaking. george and jacky, who were both men, played the secret sexual staring contest game that they loved so dearly. their pants were crusted with dried semen and the strange voice called out "go to the elevator doors - get inside"
george and jacky followed the directions of the strange voice - out of fear - and jacky was crying. george was trying to
comfort her.
"its okay jacky."
but it didn't help them.
the strange voice spread open the labia of the elevator, george and jacky slid themselves inside. the entire inner surface of the box was comprised of moist pink flesh. the scent was arousing, intoxicating, filling them with lust.
Obviously this is adult material. Contact if interested and capable of doing good work... These are entire stories, with plots and themes. Contact me if you are interested in giving this a shot.
