well, as the title implies, i would like some artists to help me with something.. any artists up to drawing for a comic i'm making?

Dinner time at the Nr house and its Reapers turn to cook only problem is that he has a few to many helpers and not enough jobs for them to do.

Reaper- all right calm down you can’t all help now
Horace- but we want to master
Danny- quack, yeah, quack
Rufus- hello my name is Rufus bear and I wan to help cook to, right now
Reaper- sorry but there’s already to many helping Rufus so you can’t mate
Danny- yeah, quack so, quack off
Horace- yeah we were here first, dum dum

At this Rufus broke out in tears and had a fine little hissy fit

Reaper-all right you can help Rufus, you can cut up the pineapple for the pizzas, Horace you can cut up that French stick and put this garlic butter on it and Danny you can stir this broth.
Horace-righty oh bosserino
Diego- can I help
Rufus- yeah you can jump in the both and make it taste better, you’d make a lovely entrée, you lard ass dog, which pisses his pants.
Reaper- shut up Rufus or he’ll have your job, you bloody bear
Rufus- no way assa-ma-hole

Reaper lost his temper and in his rage shoved Rufus in the oven. He then realized that Rufus could ruin his pizzas so he quickly took him out and shoved him in the garbage bin.

Rufus-help, help, cruelty to animals, I’m being oppressed by a maniac, help, no not in there, blur blur blur blur, ewe, oh look pasta. Yum pastalicious.
Reaper- good he’s eating that’ll keep him busy for a while.
Rufus- help green peace, somebody

And so Reaper ended up finishing making tea and with the help of the stuffed toys who weren’t thrown in the trash bin, got the trash ready in time for the garbage man to collect it

Rufus- hey were am I, this isn’t the Nr’s place, oh wait it’s the dump, there’ll be lots of pasta here.

The sun rose on the all but dormant planet of Curwong on this morning. Not much was to be said or done, the people who lived in this particular town, called Riverfeld liked a quiet life, if they were over the age of twenty unless your name just happened to be Gouron Prince, the town’s local trouble maker. Aged just twenty-one years old, Gouron was a happy go lucky sort of person. He worked at the local space port in the city about twenty miles down the main strip of road, for the delightful Bruce Baxter a retired fighter pilot for the imperial navy. The city was named after a famous explorer John Bradson, and was duly called Brohnson City. It was a large city that raised high into the sky, so high in fact that you couldn’t see the tops of the tallest towers. The only way to get into the town safely without running into bandits, black marketers or many horrible creatures was to pass through the underground passage. The passage was dark and wet, with some parts boasting water that would go up to your shoulders. Even this safe way was not to be taken lightly, as it was common sense not to take the passage during a storm for it would quickly fill up with water and drown anyone unfortunate to be in the tunnel at the time. Not only that but some of the deeper waters contained flesh eating leeches, some of the contemplations of these creatures numbered into the thousands and anyone who stood in there long enough would be eaten alive extremely quick. Well back on track with our character, Gouron started today like any other day he got up and got dressed, had breakfast and headed out back, to fetch his trusted Rulok, Begger. A Rulok was a scaly lizard like creature that was native to this planet; they were very useful for carrying loads, as they were unseemingly strong for their stature and were as loyal as a knight to his lord. Rulok’s stood about eight feet high and were twelve feet long and very skinny. Gouron packed all his tools that he would need today, jumped on Beggar's back and set off down the road for the underground tunnel. As he started to get closer towards the tunnel rain started to poor down from the dark grey clouds that had accumulated in the sky the previous night. He had to get to work today, to receive this months paycheck, he swore crudely under his breath, looked up at the sky and cursed some more at the storm clouds. He thought about trying to hurry through the tunnel than thought he might as well take the overhead route through the Arcanium Forest, as he was just as likely to make it through there as he was through the tunnel. So he pulled left on the reins of Begger and headed up the hill along the dark and gloomy road that lead through the desolate, dark and creepy forest. The hill was steep it rose for at least a mile into the sky and by the end of the climb poor Beggar's energy was all but spent. Gouron continued to walk along the dusty road, by now the forest growth was so high and thick that it was all but impossible to see the sun. On and on he walked through the pitch black forest carefully taking each and every step. Then some thing strange happened, a wild hissing noise started coming from the dense forest undergrowth. Gouron looked around him but could see nothing; he was worried, very worried. He continued to walk forward jumping at the slightest sound of movement, then the noise got louder and Beggar froze with fear. Gouron got down from his mount and from under the thick cloth around Beggar’s waist he pulled out a plasma powered rifle. Gouron started to charge up the plasma powered weapon, because if this was not done the weapons plasma canister would crack spilling plasma onto its holder and anyone close by, although plasma was by far the best source of ammunition for a gun it was by far the most expensive to buy and definitely most dangerous to use. If anything except the strongest of solids came into contact with it, it would literally melt whatever it touched away until the plasma st