Sharkerbob's Multiverse
Myriad adventures on many worlds.
Wednesday, January 31, 2024
Spirits of Civilization - On The Stormy Streets
Monday, April 17, 2023
Digital Dragons, Book Three
Digital Dragons proceeds along! Bobbi continues to build up her resources, acquiring stronger armors and equipment in rapid succession, just in time to meet another powerful enemy! It's clear the world isn't going to wait for her to keep "getting prepared" before she goes on her Quest. After this latest harrowing encounter, it's time to get a move on!
I really hadn't expected to pop this out so soon after the last one, and I can tell the drag is really hitting me now, so it's time to pull back and let this one recharge a bit. Thanks for reading thus far!
As before, you can read the PDF from here:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1T8Tn0lOfDuqXUjXyjhFx3kxqkUsV7bt5/view?usp=share_link
Wednesday, April 5, 2023
Digital Dragons, Book Two
Digital Dragons continues with the further adventures of Bobbi, Miner And Crafter Extraordinaire
Made with modded Minecraft and Comic Life 3. I didn't think I'd get another book out right away, but the muse stuck around for a while longer this time! After this, though, I'm taking a break before I give my wrists, and my brain, carpal tunnel.
You can download the PDF here:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NeNkS3ojHyUC_uUJz9TolxyK_NcN708_/view?usp=share_link
Friday, March 31, 2023
Digital Dragons, Book One
This was a really fun project, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it!
The comic has been saved as a PDF format, which you can download here:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pJRZMOpaYo56VDtdX2YZUQwuVuQq9UaE/view?usp=share_link
Friday, January 27, 2023
The Roil
The Universe is finite. It is cosmically vast, to be sure, but it does have an edge, an endpoint beyond which reality as we know it ceases to exist. Beyond that edge is the Roil, a truly infinite expanse of raw, energetic potential. What we think of as the Big Bang is actually more like a Tiny Hollowing within the Roil; our unfathomably huge Universe is merely a microscopic bubble formed within the Roil.
Monday, January 16, 2023
SalQuest, Draft One, Concluded
Author’s Note: My intention was always to go back and do a full re-write of SalQuest if I ever came back to it. However, no matter how many times I turned it over in my head, I could never get things to work out. Instead, I ultimately ended up adding more chapters continuing where I left off from SalQuest: Draft One.
After trying to hack away at it for about the tenth time in the year and a half since Draft One, I finally decided it was time to put a fork in it, even if it meant resorting to a hackneyed, screech-to-a-dead-stop of an ending. As a story helping me work through my writer’s issues, I think SalQuest, (along with another project I wrote under another pen name), has already served its purpose. Going back to it repeatedly like this, with all the baggage it brings, and the impossible standards I keep foisting on myself with it, well, it isn’t very healthy to keep flaying myself with this whip over and over again.Friday, September 16, 2022
Kat meets Hot-Head
NOTE: This is a very old piece written back in college. After doing a drawing of Hot-Head, I felt a bit nostalgic for the scene, and decided it was still decent enough to post.
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“’Scuse me, mister.” Dammit! Another zipper-pocket! Didn’t anyone trust the people around them nowadays?
“Watch it, girl,” said the man, not bothering to really look at her. She laughed, not paying attention to him. She wasn’t quite one to talk about trusting people, really. At any rate, she’d have to move down a few blocks and wait at least another twenty minutes, or she’d start looking suspicious. Idly walking with the flow of the crowd, she let herself get lost in thought; however, her stomach growled, reminding her of its neglect. She wasn’t sure she could wait twenty minutes.
She looked around, trying to spot someone self-absorbed enough to make an early run on. It was then she noticed him. The boy looked normal enough, but for the ungodly large stocking cap on his head. Below the cap, she could make out his deep blue eyes. He was hanging around the outdoor produce market, looking this way and that. She kept a cool eye on him as he made hesitant grabs at an apple here, an orange there. She smiled thinly to herself. He was really such an amateur.