Numen-Deus TREASURE : BUBBLEPOPS

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)

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 Blow a bubble and wish into it your perfect world. When the bubble pops, your reality will instantly come into being.

A very unusual, yet powerful, treasure that should never be misjudged by it's innocent looking appearance. It is the simplest of things that can cause the greatest problems. For what is the perfect world when one man's heaven can be another man's hell?

"Serenity" and "Wisdom" is the caution a previous owner has scratched into the clay of the bottle. Numen-Deus have their own:

 "ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"



Numen-Deus TREASURE : ITCHIGON

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)

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For his crimes against her, Itchigon was damned by the goddess Fortuna to remain as an amulet to ward off all other curses and misfortune. Those who possess it will have nothing but incredible good luck, but others will begin to notice this after a while and regard you with envy and suspicion. You may even become lazy with your luck, for how can you appreciate good fortune if you never have any bad?

As Numen-Deus says:

"ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"



Numen-Deus TREASURE : EKCHUAH'S STONE

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)

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An ancient Mayan talisman that's capable of teleporting the bearer anywhere in the world.

The benefits of such a treasure are obvious to the eager traveller, but the dangers may be less so. For when the world suddenly becomes so small, it can seem a less significant place, eroding any sense of belonging. The bearer risks turning into a lost, cold soul, forever a lonely nomad in a world without wonder. But Numen-Deus tries to point out:

"ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"

Numen Deus TREASURE : THE SHADOW MASK

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)

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It bestows the power of invisibility onto those who wear it and is a treasure many would be eager to use.

They'd use it to spy, to steal and to kill, driving themselves insane with the power it gives. But it's losing all sense of the self that is the true danger here. Lose that and you risk vanishing into nothing.

Numen-Deus tries to remind us:

"ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"

Numen-Deus TREASURE : THE LEGACY DEVICE

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)

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Such devices come in all shapes and sizes and can be millions of years old. The vast knowledge contained within them are the lasting legacy of once great alien civilizations.

Their purpose is their enigma, for many worlds have been enriched by them, whilst many others have been completely and utterly destroyed.

As Numen-Deus reminds us:

"ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"

Numen-Deus TREASURE : THE EYE OF HADES

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)

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The disembodied spirits of the dead are all around us, but only by peering through the Eye Of Hades can one truly see and hear them.

And to see them is for them to see you.

Communion with the dead was not meant for the living, but to use such a treasure can be far too tempting for the curious. However, use it too much and you'll reach a point where you'll no longer need it. As Numen-Deus warns:

"ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"

Numen-Deus TREASURE : THE MIDAS GLOVE

(HB pencil on 85mm x 50mm card)

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Fortune is truly at hand within a glove sewn from the very skin of King Midas himself. Once worn, it gives you the power to turn anything you touch to purest gold.

A treasure many would long to own, if only for a moment. However, Numen-Deus leaves you these wise words of warning:

"ALL DESIRES DEMAND THEIR OWN PRICE"

Deadly Silence

(Black biro on 125mm x 75mm note card)

 

As long as he keeps on talking, the balloon will keep him out of reach. Luckily for him, he can arse on about that bollocks forever.

TOON TORN - 29th February







(HB pencil on a 139mm x 87mm postcard)

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Once every four years, on the 29th of February, everything in Toonworld changes. On this day of days all toons suddenly become mortal. There are no spinning stars or tweeting birds when one of them is hit. Bones can be easily broken, blood can be shed, and all face the horror of a real and painful death. Most run and hide until it's all over, whilst those who remain indulge themselves like they never could before and settle old scores in the most brutal way possible.

They swear like fucking bastards,

They fuck like fucking whores,

But mostly, they like to kill like fucking psychos.

It's hard to believe that those funny cartoon characters we all enjoyed watching as kids could ever be so nasty. But the ones you least expect tend to be the worst of all.

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A good transmorphic piece (meaning it grew as I was drawing it). Just a shame that I didn't manage to post it on the 29th of February!

Our Billy (Giant Family Robot)

(HB pencil on 125mm x 75mm note card)

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 Th'z nowt wrong wi' our Billy. Everyone likes him 'round here. It's only sutherners that have a problem wi'him. We had one not s'long since. A Mister Shanks from 'Home Office. Daft bugger dint know wharri were on abaht and got himsen wound up abaht nowt.

 "He's not normal, Mister Ackroyd!" he says to me. "Can't you see that he's made of metal?"

 "Probably from Sheffield," I says. "Th've all got steel in their blood ovver there. So they say anyway." Then this Shanks feller turned right nasty.

 "Are you completely stupid?!" the cheeky bleeder says to me! In m'own house, and in front o' wife 'n' kids 'n' all! "He's not human," he says. "He's some unearthly freak!" Well, I just snapped dint I? After I gently ushered wife 'n' kids out o' room and closed 'door behind them.

 "Now you listen to me, y'pin-striped pillock!" I says, not wanting t'raise m'voice 'coz o' neighbours like. "Just 'coz our Billy dunt drink or smoke dunt make him different. I'm sure that's homophobic, or summat, I dunno. He's a proper man's man. Works his shift at pit and pays his way. He even looks after his pigeons well, and they're 'only ones that shite all ovver him. If you can't accept 'im for wharri is, then y'can just bugger off back down sahth, because y'not welcome 'round here!" And I sent him on his way with a flea in his ear.

 "BLOODY SUTHERNERS, EH PHIL?" Billy said to me later on.

Aye, bloody sutherners. None of 'em know what's reet.