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Alright, so I have a comic script in the works and I'm looking for an artist. It's a bizarre tale of ultra violence, conspiracy, and mad science surgery.

It tells the tale of a hitman, Smooth Jazz who along with a quick-witted hooker Cherry Romance and a detached human brain kept alive by a machine travel across country as they delve deep into a world wide conspiracy.

I do think posting a sample of the comic would be an idea way to find a good artist.

(I'm writing it in screenplay format because I want to give the artist full control over how they visualize it.)


INT. LABORATORY - UNKOWN

A small overhead light sways. Illuminating little and
casting harsh shadows.

The steady beep of a heart monitor can be heard.

A shadowy figure hunches over the operating table.

This is DR. SANGUE STRONZO. A odd assortment of organs and
bones, hidden beneath a large, now blood soaked cloak.

His left hand holds a bone saw while his right grips the
still beating heart of his victim.

A long string of wires connects the muscle to a bizarre
machine that in turn is hooked up long organic looking pipe
that is inserted to the open chest cavity of the victim.

His arm is detached and rest propped up in a cruel-looking
machine. The fingers twitch.

THE MAN WITH THE OPEN CHEST lies there. He is paralyzed from
the neck down.

THE MAN WITH THE OPEN CHEST
…Why?

No response.

THE MAN WITH THE OPEN CHEST
Come on, you fucking freak! Say
something.

Dr. Sangue Stronzo simply nods. Then, slowly he moves
himself towards a machine. It is a black, boxlike
contraption: THE CERVELLO CHAMBER.

The doctor extends a hand out and presses a button. There is
a loud POP as a lid lifts up and the sides swing out to
reveal:

A cylinder tank filled with green liquid. Resting inside is
a human brain.

Numerous wires and other medical apparatus are hooked into
it.

The doctor coughs, clearing his throat. It sounds as though
he is speaking through an old worn out microphone. Human but
not quite.

(CONTINUED)


CONTINUED: 2.


DR. SANGUE STRONZO
Sir?

The glass case bumbles as the brain stirs.

DR. SANGUE STRONZO
Doctor, are you awake?

THE BRAIN
(synthesized)
Why did you wake me?

DR. SANGUE STRONZO
I have a few… selections for you.

THE BRAIN
(synthesized)
Selections? Please, humor me.

The doctor nods and opens up a shudder. There are several
several heads are propped up. Their faces frozen in
expressions of terror.

Wires extend down from these decapitated heads, attached to
their temple and other muscles.

Dr. Sangue Stronzo presses a button off to the side of
shudder The heads jolt to life.

DR. SANGUE STRONZO
Do any of these seem to suite what
you’re looking for?

The heads all look towards The Brain.

THE BRAIN
(synthesized)
Do you have anything not so…
stale?

DR. SANGUE STRONZO
Stale?

THE BRAIN
(synthesized)
What’s the freshest specimen you
have?

A Pause.

THE BRAIN (CONT)
(synthesized)
Who’s that you’re playing on you
over there?

(CONTINUED)


CONTINUED: 3.


The doctor looks over towards the table.

DR. SANGUE STRONZO
That thing over there? You wouldn’t
want that.

THE BRAIN
(sythesized)
Humor me.

The doctor walks over and then, slowly putting his hands on
either side Cervello Chamber. He pushes it towards the
operating table.

THE MAN WITH THE OPEN CHEST
Don’t you come near me with that
thing? Keep that fucking thing away
from me!

The hand on the table twitches and then slowly flips the
approaching doctor off.

The Doctor stops the Cervello Chamber just inches from The
man.

THE BRAIN
(synthesized)
Disgusting thing. Why do you insist
on playing them first?

DR. SANGUE STRONZO
Does it suit you, sir?

THE BRAIN
(synthesized)
It certainly is a rental but it’ll
do.

DR. SANGUE STRONZO
Very well then.

He picks up the bone saw and turns it on. The man struggles
as he draws it nearer and nearer.

BOOM! The Man With An Open Chest is splattered with blood.
The doctor stumbles.

Through the wound two black suited men can be seen. One
wields a sawed off shotgun and the other grips a katana.

They are brothers HAPPY VICTOR and SMOOTH JAZZ. Identical
twins who dress in sharp Italian suits with red cuffs. Each
sports the same short, slicked back hair and confident
smirk.

I'm looking for an artist to help me realize this. Thanks.