Eladio is a man who just wants to be left alone. He lives in a metal shack surrounded by sand and cacti being his only neighbors. Unfortunately, on a world of degenerates like Arridian, his skills are in high demand. He also cannot say no to a woman...
Under the Ring is my new comic book project. Unlike every other one I've started, this one is actually really close to being finished! Unlike my old webcomic, this time I'm not concerning myself with what anybody else wants out of a comic book other than myself. I'm not trying to please any of you people, anymore. The only reader I'm going to try to captivate is me, I'm not going to stress over if anyone else "gets it" because that doesn't matter to me, anymore. I don't care if this gets on the front page of every website and shared around the world. I just want to read the comic I have in my head, in print. That's all.
What I find interesting is how people already vehemently hate this comic when issue 1 hasn't even been fully inked and lettered. They don't really hate the comic, per se, they're mad at me for saying them their favorite E Celeb is a hack fraud or for calling their favorite mainstream comic total slop. Trying to invalidate my opinion to themselves, they obsessively comment on all my comic updates, in hopes that this will assure them that they haven't been wasting their time and money on garbage. They always think they're the first or they'll be the last, like they have something new when in reality, bugmen like this swarm onto anything they deem unworthy out of jealousy. They see someone creating because they're having fun doing it and because they feel they lack the skills necessary, they'll shit on everything any real creative is putting out. It's unfortunate they don't realize how much time they've wasted when they could be creating something truly worthwhile, but they won't. These people only read what's on the new release shelf, so anything they do will be void of any originality at all, anyway. Oh well, such is the state of American comic books.
