Friday, December 28, 2012

Gravedigger's playlist of Doom


The Gravedigger is sad and morose. He is not the Undertaker, nor is he the Gatekeeper or the local ghost. Those three have tea parties by headstones and take breaks in coffins, exchanging stories with the dead. But, his only purpose is to carve the rut in which corpses are to be dropped. A job of little importance, which anyone could do and is seldom taken seriously by a single soul. He can be found wandering under the churchyard's weeping willows, swaying to his favorite tunes, radio in hand. Here is the Gravedigger's playlist of doom:

Christian Death - Romeo's Distress (Only Theater of Pain 1982)

Xymox - Craving (Twist of Shadows 1989)

Rasputina - Doomsday Averted (Fustration Plantation 2004)

Lydia Lunch - Suicide Ocean (13.13 1982)

Killing Joke - Love Like Blood (Laugh? I nearly bought one! 1990)

The Horrors - Mirror's Image (Primary Colors 2009)

Faith and the Muse - Willow's Song (The Burning Season 2003)

The Deadfly Ensemble - The Anatomist (An Entire Wardrobe of Doubt and Uncertainty 2006)

Cinema Strange - Tomb Lillies (The Astonished Eyes of Evening 2002)

The Chameleons - Soul In Isolation (Strange Times 1986)

Bat For Lashes - Horse and I (Fur and Gold 2006)

Android Lust - God in the Hole (The Human Animal 2010)

The Bolshoi - Waspy (Friends 1986)

Thursday, December 27, 2012

A surprise in the making

Dearest users of the internet,

I am working on things. One of them is a surprise from the crypt. You will probably never guess what it is, and if by the luck of a wild leprechaun, you do, make sure to sit in a corner wearing the cone of shame. Still, I could not help but draw a little thing regarding the dimension of cyberspace.


Monday, December 17, 2012

Studies and art for Dear Grim Reaper

Tante Christine

Madison and the Reaper
1st page Intro

Death Inc., the Reaper's Headquarters

It's a crow! It's a flying hearse! No, it's-

An About Page!

You may, or may not already know about Undead Machinery, depending on how long you have been lurking around the blog. Either way, here's all the basic info you need to browse around with ease. Go forth and discover.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Dear Grim Reaper > Death Inc. > Page 4

"Where are your parents?" a large bearded police officer asked.

"At work. If you want to call my Dad here's his number," she handed him a card. Madison had been in the office for over two hours, and was waiting on her aunt to pick her up. The officer glanced at the card without reaching for it, instead picking up the receiver to dial her aunt's cell number one more time. In a 'speak of the devil' instance, a tall slender woman in a large ankle length fur coat stepped into the dim room.

Friday, December 14, 2012

In the Making





The next page of Dear Grim Reaper is on its way! The beginning of supernatural action, this one is more packed than the others, and has a comic panel as well. All it needs is some typing up and color filling. Stay channeled folks.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Coming Soon

I am very busy at the moment, but since this blog allows the expression of so many pent up ideas, I'm doing my best to devise a plan to stretch time and produce content. Experiments are flourishing, plenty of which contain creepy undead things, hopefully to your inner zombie child's liking. Here is what's on the menu:

- Cutouts and freebies, purely for your enjoyment and straight from the Crypt
- A new page of Dear Grim Reaper, complete with more visuals
- Fresh recipes of ultimate doom, for all your 2012 apocalyptic celebratory needs
- A new section entitled "The Dollhouse"

Stay tuned you creepsters!

Preview of The Dollhouse

IAQ


It's time for an IAQ. Questions that you are most certainly not asking yourself, or inquiries you most likely have buried in your subconscious but do not feel like addressing, will appear in this first session of Infrequently Asked Questions. Let us note that this can also be read Inquiries And Questions, Infinite Answer Quest or for a touch of whimsy, I Am Qurious. Let us begin...

Q: How often does Undead Machinery update?

A: As often as I have time. This is a side/ pet monster project, so I usually work on stories and activities between my main creations. I needed a place to put all of the extra ideas festering in my head, lest they go on a rampage, so this blog originated from that.

Q: Who or what are you?

A: A human being. More specifically, an individual of the geek species. My main focus in life lies in the creation of comics, absorption of information, technicalities, art and basking in freakiness.

Q: Human! What type of activities do you offer here 'human'?

A: This blog features stories, recipes and Do It Yourself activities for living freaks and undead geeks alike. It is more fun than a sticker book.

Q: Is this thing for kids?

A: Hold your headless horses man, this blog can get a wee disturbing for younger viewers. While many a child is insensitive to gore these days, it is best you keep your Wednesdays and Pugsleys under supervision when it comes to the Bedtime Stories. The Brain Food and Crafts from the Crypt sections are fairly family friendly.

Q: What are the 'trigger warnings' in the stories section?

A: Some people get triggered (feel beyond uncomfortable with certain subjects), and a warning is required to prevent this from happening. Undead Machinery's Bedtime Stories have the following warnings: epilepsy (files labeled .gif), mental illness (depression, eating disorders, etc...), suicide and graphic violence.

Q: When is Depression Bunny going to update?

A: Bunny and I had a discussion about that. I am currently writing drafts for several short strips, and will release them as soon as I am mentally prepared. It is one of those projects that I greatly enjoy, but is stemmed from the unwanted side effects of tormented artist's syndrome. Consequently, the ideas come in bouts, at most unwelcome times and usually result in a period of painful cerebral contortion.

Q: May I speak to the Reaper please?

A: Yes, you can cyber mail him here: deargrimreaper@gmail.com

Q: If I disagree with something you've said, done or you have offended me, what should I do?

A: Send an email with the subject titled 'Complaints', along with a message describing the issue and your feelings towards it to undeadmachinery@gmail.com

Q: I am an artist too, can I tell you about what I do without having to wear the cone-of-advertising-shame?

A: Sure! As long as it is not spam, and purely conversational feel free to contact the adress above. For those located in an alternate dimension, please take into account the time and space lags.

Q: Will I be able to ask you more questions?

A: Yes, anonymous-person-I-have-created-whose-sole-purpose-is-to-provide-information-to-viewers-via-question-and-answer-format, you will be able to place more inquiries in the next session of IAQ. For now, I have mortal things to attend to. Go make trouble elsewhere foes, I will be seeing you later!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Art for the Apocalypse and Custom Work

2012 is nearing to an end, and I would like to show some of the work I did in the beginning of the year:



While I had a lot of ideas for Undead Machinery, I only recently decided to showcase them on the internet. I had a lot of excess work, which wasn't connected to any of my main projects, so it helped from an organizational standpoint to assemble it all into one blog. However, I hadn't shown what I had created during the time of my final exams. Since I primarily focus on comics, illustrations and writing, the only term I can find for this is "artwork". 



My point being, I'm considering taking commissions for custom artwork, illustrations and various designs. I will go into further detail on that in another post, but I can tell you that there will be a free trial before charging a fee on "Tryout Tuesday".







Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Trigger Warning


I'd like to point out that there are now some TWs for the stories (shorts included). Please notify undeadmachinery@gmail.com if there is a TW, not already present, that you would like to see on the list.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Tea Time of the Dead > Page 3


Day 1

Me after my imprisonment.









It's hot out. Boiling even. I've collected a series of weapons today:

- baseball bat
- tennis racket
- unloaded AK47
- hockey stick
- piece of a telephone wire
- butcher knife

It's officially been 4 years since it happened, so I decided to start off with a new journal. I will give a recap:


Saturday, November 17, 2012

Monsters


 
  Maya was a little girl walking down the path of a deep forest. There where cypresses along the road which she skipped along joyously. There wasn't much to do around her grandmother's besides walk the forest path. She would pretend there were monsters and wolves in the darkness, they would jump out and scare her. Then, she would remove the kitchen knife from her pocket and pretend to stab them. It was thrilling. But, she was always home by nightfall.

  This, Maya had remembered forever. She was dead now. Once, a real monster had attacked her. A monster disguised as a man. He had used an unloaded gun, which he'd tried to hit her with. She had stabbed him in the head: a fatal blow. Afterwards, she'd gone home, eaten her macaroni and cheese, and died of untreated apendicitis.


Saturday, November 10, 2012

What happens after you take over the world.

There had been life here previously. But, now everything was dead. I cut down the trees, and chopped everything in the forest. No more people were left to watch, but I had managed to fend for myself pretty well during that time. It bothered me to think about the others. It was nice being out here alone and all, but-

I decided to set out and see what I could find. There was a store, in an even-more-deserted-than-usual area around the highway. I had been here before, to the Middle of Nowhere, but with others. This time you could hear wind, smell air.

The store was empty, of course. I checked the fridge. A year old beer. Not fresh or anything. I tasted it. Nope. Not fresh.

A sound. Coming from the back was a sound. The storage room. That's where it came from. I slowly stepped forward, picking up a baseball bat "For Sale" along the way. I had not seen another human being in a full year. A full year, three months, two days and an hour and thirty minutes to be precise (my watch still worked, and I like to keep track of the days).

Something hit me. I looked up - tried to look up. Something dripping on my hands... Damn kids. I stared at what looked like a reflection. It was myself. Like a mirror. I turned around to see if anyone else was accompanying this "other me". The image slowly faded away, and I found myself in the store again. Alone. Well, actually not really, I was more or less with myself. That's right. It's a good thing I had gotten rid of the others. Sometimes I had to remind myself of how it felt to be with just me. I had gotten rid of them, and left some for later. Then, I had taken care of them too. There weren't anymore left now. I stepped over one of the bleeding bodies and reached for another beer. There would be enough for the next few weeks or so. After that, I'd just have to find another store. In the meantime, might as well enjoy my world, finally free of the one thing I hated most: people.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Dear Grim Reaper > Death Inc. > Page 3

  Madison rested her head, now delightfully attached to her body, on the arm of the living room sofa. Her parents would be home soon, and would most likely be shocked by the amount of blood oozing across the floor, making it seem as though the cleaning lady had confused Mr. Clean with thick cherry Kool-Aid. She still remembered what had happened before resurrecting. The land of the dead was strange and frightening indeed, but it somehow had phased her less than expected. She had spent so many years trying to be normal, that she had almost forgotten who she used to be.

Madison, age 12, tampers with an assortment of objects in an attempt to communicate with the deceased.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

What You Don't Know About Homes

The thing about a house is that you never know who lived in it before. There are always discoveries to be made. A woman once ripped off the wallpaper and found hand prints. There were also things under the floorboards, but she didn't know that.

- - -

I cannot remember under what conditions I came up with this very short story, but I do know that it was written on Saturday April 28th, this year, at precisely 12:36 PM. I had bought a new notebook, of which I have at least 20, and despite this information being completely irrelevant to you, I decided to dedicate it to my shorter tales. Heads up (not off, up): I would like to feature a few more of those here, and maybe even others from my accumulated collection of notepads.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Sketches for Dear Grim Reaper


Sketches of Maddy, and the three boo hags. These are mostly for their facial expressions, particularly when it comes to Maddy, and body posture. I'm working on a lot of things at the moment, but UM is sort of my pet project, so I thought I'd share just a few of the character roughs I've done.



She discovers her personality throughout the story, nonetheless remains quite immature. She feels no need to grow up until she's forced into difficult situations. Obviously, working for Death is enough to make you grim.

The three boo hags are inseparable. Their personalities differ immensely, not to mention they're key characters.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Common Dilemma


This can happen to anyone. Even the Reaper. That's because tea time is every time.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Mad Doctor inspired clothing

Mad Doctor
For the casual days where it's sunny out, and just best to stay inside.




Is your closet full of the same dusty lab coats? Or, is each and every one of them stained with some extremely toxic substance? Perhaps you just need a new style that matches the basement/attic/dark tower of ultimate doom you reside in. So, in all obviousness, to the Polyvore!



Mad Doctor: errands and excursions

In case of sudden explorations, or messy outdoor excursions.




Mad Doctor reunion of sorts
On your way to discuss evil plots with fellow scientists?


Mad Doctor's Night Out
Going out with your Doctor friends to wreak havoc in the city.


Vladimir's many adventures

Vlad likes the look of grapes (he is an intelligent fellow, and knows that with them, one can produce a fair amount of wine)

So far, I haven't had much time to update, but I would like to share little Vlad's newest encounters with you. You see, he is quite excited to be present, here on this earth.

Vlad also loves the smell of coffee in the morning (who doesn't?)

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Coffin shaped cookies (icing)

CINNAMON & NUTMEG ICING 



Heads up: this recipe is really approximate. Measure the ingredients according to feel, or use a Ouija board to contact the spirits and have them give you the proper measurements (latter not recommended).

Ingredients:
- 1 fresh human heart
- powdered sugar
- butter (about 3/4 of a tub or 1/2 stick)
- crème 'liquide' or cream cheese
- cinnamon
- nutmeg
- vanilla

Let the butter get soft, then start mixing with sugar. Progressively add crème liquide or cream cheese.  Spill (or sprinkle, if you're that elegant) cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla in mixture/mess.

Mix everything together, and use for cookies (here, peanut butter drop cookies), cakes, fingers or that meat around the tibia.

Eat heart raw.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Ask the Reaper



New page dedicated to the Grim Reaper! If you seek moral, good natured advice, don't go to the Reaper; ask your local candyman instead. Otherwise, you can now send in questions to deargrimreaper@gmail.com and have answers appear on the home page.

And voilà



Progress made. Time to fill Bunnys page in with a rainbow of markers and ink out a few strips. I'll do that when during break.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

COLORING TIME...of the Dead



Blame the photo quality on Frame by Frame: here's Tea Time of the Dead slowly getting colored. Bear with me folks, it's 1 AM and I'm coloring a zombie having its afternoon snack. Anyway, just posting up a preview.

Gimme those comics!

 


Humble beginnings for our friends Depression Bunny, Ameela and Bob Zombie...

New pages:
- Depression Bunny
- Tea Time of the Dead (with Amee & Bob)

Hopefully this will give you a little taste to look forward to (or regret, because the aftertaste is slightly sour), so feel free to scream or rant in the comments. Tip: Roll over and you'll get a Scooby snack.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Welcome.

Here you will find depressed bunnies, a sarcastic Reaper, walking dead dolls and plenty of surprises. Stay tuned for infected wounds and pink ice cream soda.