Biker Orcs With Sub-Dermal Plating

I made a "shadow runner" themed poster for the OPDC. Ahhh, those fond memories of crawling through air conditioning ducts and daring ten story escapes into trash filled dumpsters..


I found a fantastic photograph by Andrew-23 on deviant art, and he allowed me to use it for the poster (and of course I muddied it up and added loads of green). I also placed a circuit board image into some of the lettering that I found at bittbox.com.

This Dungeon Will Self-Destruct

Worked up another non-fantasy themed poster for the One Page Dungeon Contest. Looking through the one page dungeons to find "The Hanging in Wolverine City", I stumbled across another non-fantasy gem. These sort of entries seem to increasingly rare compared to years past.

For this poster I used Photoshop, a neon green plastic gun (with lots of screws I had to clone brush over), 5 Euros, a picture of an envelope I took at Walgreens while waiting for my passport photo, some old passports from the fire safe, a crazed selfie, and a rare picture of Random Wizard.

OPDC 2016 Poster *Now With Meatballs

Illustrator and Frenden wash and watercolor
brushes were used to make this poster.

I made a new poster for the One Page Dungeon Contest using Illustrator and Manga Studio.

I don't think I made any last year, aside from changing the date on a poster from the 2014 contest.

I will probably make a few more, because I enjoy it, and also I am putting of working on an online "school law for educators" class.

I spent a while reminiscing about Red Dead Revenge and Call of Juarez Gunslinger with my brother yesterday, and felt inspired to make a western themed poster.  It would be cool to see a western one page dungeon this year.  I remember one from a few years ago (the 2011 contest) "Hanging in Wolverine City" by Leslie Furlong. I have included an image taken from the PDF below.

The Agony of (2)d(6)-feat

Two-Dee-Six, oh Two-Dee-Six, how I want to love you for your simplicity. Sometimes, when it is just the two of us, when we aren't afraid to just be ourselves and can let our barriers down it feels right. It feels like we are going to make it. But then that asshole Seven shows up again and again, and I am reminded that it will never be just us. I can understand not getting twos or twelves very often. I am a reasonable man, but what about elevens or threes. When was the last time I got a ten, not to mention a four? No, it is clear to me now that your heart belongs to Seven.