#mr smokin

[images: two pages of a comic. transcription under cut.]

Anyway, I’m doing mini-comics for Razzopolis now, please enjoy my creepy mildly body horror ocs in a weird dream fantasy art deco city

Starting with Mr. Smokin, since that’s how my Razzopolis stuff started in the first place so that’s fitting

TRANSCRIPTION:

Page 1, Panel 1: It is a city. Art Deco-ish, but vaguely creepy. There is a gold building with a subtle angular eye motif.

Text: Mr. Smokin runs the bank. It is called that despite the city of Razzopolis having no currency.

Panel 2: Mr. Smokin, a man in a white suit who is made of thick, black smoke with pointed fingers, no eyes or mouth, just a stark white smile, holds out a hand as a hand holding a knife and a tentacle holding an apple offer their objects toward him.

Text: In trades and barters where no agreement has been reached, the Bank acts as an intermediary.

Panel 3: Mr. Smokin holds a bundle of strange yet oddly ordinary objects in his arms.

Text: He has what people want or need, always.

Panel 4: Mr. Smokin walks among rows of large tanks filled with liquid where people float in them.

Text: Under the bank are the vaults where the Sleeping are kept safe until they leave, or worse, wake up.

Panel 5. Mr. Smokin puts a hand on one of those tanks. He is still smiling.

Text: If they wake from their dreaming, Mr. Smokin always seems to know before they even open their eyes. He sells that knowledge to the mayor, though no one knows what they’re exchanging.

Page 2, Panel 1: in a gold hallway with an odd eye pattern, smoke drifts off Mr. Smokin’s hands.

Text: Mr. Smokin could be any shape he wishes to be but he chooses this one.

Panel 2: A close up on his face and shoulders with red in the background.

Text: He rarely stops smiling. He really is made of smoke, but…

Panel 3: Extreme close up on his distressingly rendered teeth.

Text: it makes one wonder - why are his teeth… real?