NEW BLOG BY FLYING SAUCERS VS THE EARTH'S WRITER: RYAN BURTON - BLUEWATER EXCLUSIVE!

The Comic Book Mandala

It’s time I introduced myself. My name’s Ryan Burton, and I write comics. First, it’s only fair that you know I’m here to stay. Comics run rampant in my blood, and the ideas that spawn my crazy stories beat like cracked out Taiko Drummers that beg to lay a beat down on an 8 1⁄2” x 11”. You’ll have to sew my fingers shut and chop off my eyes before I stop writing comics. I cannot get enough of them—and I will turn the saltiest, most retched of you to comics.

I was born in Houston, raised in El Paso (AKA God’s Country), got a kidney stone in College Station at the age of 20, survived the New York Blackout of ’03 by staying drunk the entire time of Jack Godforsaken Daniels, and now live in Houston with my wife, who worships the ground I walk on.

In time, so will you.

The stars aligned and Cthulu (or was it my lovely editor, Darren Davis…?) deemed it so that I write comics for Bluewater. This first one being “Flying Saucers VS The Earth”. Maybe you’ve heard of it, may be you haven’t—either way, let me show you the one, true path: http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/life/main/5721001.html & http://www.elpasotimes.com/living/ci_9067972 I’m sure our man Ray Harryhausen has, that’s for sure.

This shrine—for it’s no blog, it a shrine—will be host to my ramblings, rants, scripts, lists, video game hints, movie reviews, random thoughts and madness, how much I can bench press, what my blood type is, and yes, what my favorite color is. I’ll probably weigh in on who would win in a hotdog eating contest: Grant Morrison or Warren Ellis. Neither being American, I would say it’s a draw. And finally, how you should act, and what you can get away with on your first date with Flying Saucers VS The Earth’s artist, Alan Brooks.

Let me give you a taste of what’s to come:

PAGE FIVE – 1 panel


Panel 1: INT. Aircraft Hanger. Ok. Trippy time. There’s three parts to this shot.

The main focus and the dominant image of the panel are the Flying Saucers docked in mid air. They go on as far as the eye can see. They’re shiny and beautiful, but in a creepy menacing way. These are the aliens’ main weapon, their claim to warfare fame...The book’s namesake.

The second part is that Vuroon, Mazyyr and the High Council are all standing on a long iron walkway that stretches on past the underside of the flying saucers. All of the Aberannians are tiny, and almost indistinguishable when placed against the size of the saucers. Now, the hallway they were standing in has been burnt away by the blue light produced by the lanterns. So, pieces of the room are being burned away and turned into blue ash. It’s kind of like when you burn a paper bag, the ashes blow away, and you notice something’s in the bag.

The last part is that the entire hanger is surrounded in a transparent bubble, encompassing everything in the shot.

VUROON: THESE DISGUSTING EARTHMEN CAN’T HELP BUT LOOK TO THE HEAVENS, AND PRY INTO BUSINESS THAT IS NOT THEIR OWN. BUT I WILL TEACH THEM TO FEAR THE STARS.

VUROON: I WILL BRING THEM TERROR FROM THE SKY.


Now, I know this excerpt makes you want to do filthy things, but, hands to yourself. You’ll be seeing me in a week, in which I’ll force you to find yourself in the comic book Mandala.

Ryan B.