Updates have been quite infrequent on Undead Machinery for the past months. This is due to a new blog, Dining with Dana! This Fat Bat, Rabid Reader and Sweet Chef blogs about alternative subcultures through art, words, taste and sound. Check it out here:
Don't worry! This blog is still running. You can ask the Reaper questions and read his comics here. Read the new Dear Grim Reaper story while Tea Time of the Dead is in the works. Most of all, creep on creepin' on kids!
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Escalator to Heaven
Introduction: After accidentally releasing the
entire Underworld's population, the Reaper is banished to Earth, forced to work amongst
the living. With the help of his teenage cheerleader assistant,
Madison, he must fetch the undead and deceased who roam the planet.
Chapter I
A Holy Message
"Aha!" Lucifer yelled as he slayed the
Reaper at Mario Kart,"Who d’ya worship now?"
"Whatever…" the Reaper grumbled. "I’ve
got work to do."
"Bruh, you said that, like five hours ago.
Besides, I put Hot Pockets in your microwave."
"Last one to the kitchen is a Demigod!" the
Reaper dashed through his fresh-out-of-the-can suburban home.
In a bite of a Twinkie, a flash of light erupted
from the ceiling before he could reach his beloved goal. Three all
too familiar figures emerged from the brightness, beginning their
slow descent to the ground, as the fun, relaxed atmosphere in the
house instantly evaporated…
“What now?” he asked the three angels that stood
before him. Michael, Israfil and of course, Gabriel, clip board in
hand stood there with identically sleepy grins.
“Greetings from the Celestial Council, Mr. Reaper,”
enunciated Gabriel, flipping through the pages of his clipboard. “We bring an important announcement from the Holy ones.”
“Fun's over,” he heard Lucifer scoff before the
ground suddenly caved in and he disappeared back into Hell. The
angels expressed mock relief as he left.
"Aha!" Lucifer yelled as he slayed the Reaper at Mario Kart,"Who d’ya worship now?" |
“Let me guess,” sighed the Reaper, “I'm in
trouble.”
“Yup,” answered Michael. He was intensely
admiring his reflection in his sword. “You've got a few ghost
problems on your hand.”
“As in?” If the Death God had a forehead it would
have creased. What could have possibly happened in one lazy
afternoon?
“It seems the dead are procrastinating... their
death,” Israfil scratched his ear, visibly embarrassed.
“What?! Why?”
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
La Faucheuse au Zombie Walk Paris
Paris was an undead mess on Saturday. Thankfully, the Reaper and his zombie crew were there to clean up. The miniature zombie made his own mask! Photographer cred here.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Grim Reaper at Comic Con
Yes! The photos where found (watch out, animated gifs). Remember that time the Reaper went to Comic Con? Yes, no maybe so... You can view his con experience here:
Monday, June 9, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
On the Road
Great games to play on the road to Hell:
- Count the skeletons
- Are we there yet?
- Who's at my funeral
- Punch buggy
- Let's swim
- That annoying popping sound Donkey makes in Shrek
- I have to pee
- Are we there yet?
- Strip to the bone poker
- Chess
- Look at the... no clouds
- Are we there yet?
- Guess what's under the Reaper's hood
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