WRITING
WRITING
In the drowning city of Caprina, Djorji, a small-time drug dealer grappling with addiction, battles against the rising tide, both literal and metaphorical. With the incessant rain threatening to consume the sinking city, Djorji races against time to secure a future for himself and his ailing mother. As he delves deeper into the murky world of drug trade, his own ambition causes him to become the unwitting pawn for far more cunning and powerful players.
Maledetta is a work in progress comic written and illustrated by me, and based on a story first experienced through a tabletop roleplaying game.
MALEDETTA
LYRICS
Snow Angels in July
A song about finding love during the end of the world, for my lyric writing class at UBC. Focused on practicing a cohesive song structure, and expanding on a theme.
(Image by Josipart)
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(Verse 1)
No I don’t wanna hear you say
Oh, how I wish that I had loved more
I’m down to give our love a chance
You say that I’m not what you look for(Pre‐chorus 1)
But don’t you know the WORLD IS ENDING
Haven’t you heard the WORLD IS ENDING Isn’t our love worth a try?
Give love a try the WORLD IS ENDING(Chorus 1)
Isn’t our love worth a try?
Are you just gonna stand by?
Comets falling from the sky
And you won’t give love a try(Verse 2)
Why can’t you see that any day now
Could be the last day of both our lives
So I don’t wanna hear you say
We should stay friends you’re just not my type(Pre‐chorus 2)
Who cares for types when the WORLD IS ENDING?
Just look outside the WORLD IS ENDING
Isn’t our love worth a try?
Give love a try the WORLD IS ENDING(Chorus 2 + outro)
Isn’t our love worth a try?
(WORLD IS ENDING)
Are you just gonna stand by?
(WORLD IS ENDING)
Comets falling from the sky
(WORLD IS ENDING)
Here comes the killer AI
(Give love a try the WORLD IS ENDING)
Don’t blame me blame the rich guy
(Take off your CLOTHES the WORLD IS ENDING)
Make love in the rising des
(The two of US and the WORLD IS ENDING)
Make snow angels in July
(Last guys a‐LIVE and the WORLD IS ENDING)
I’ll blow the dust off your eyes
When it is just you and I
Isn’t our love worth a try?
Straight White Men (PSA)
A satirical song warning queer people against having romantic relationships with straight white men. Focused on joke structure (tension, release) and musical production.
(Image from Sexy Biden Coloring Book)
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This is ANOTHER Missy Elliot one time exclusive!
(Just kidding y'all! It’s me)
This one is for the gays, the theys, and the girlies
(Let’s go!)
I met this boy he’s just my type
He’s tall and blonde with big blue eyes
His hair curls out his backward cap
His name is Blake or sum’in like that
He likes to drink beers with his buddies
Three bud lights in he thinks I’m funny
Yeah don’t mind me I’m one of the guys I’m trynna fit in (uh)
between your thighs
Girly girl leave Jake alone
You not been subtle (nuh-uh)
“Hey bro, pass me your phone
Let me add you on instagram real quick, yeah”
Jake wouldn’t know what to do
With a girl like you
PSA stands for public service announcement
Here’s a PSA for you
PSA, stay away
From that straight white man
PSA, they all to blame
For the evils of today
Sexy boy, dumb as a brick
Poor lil’ Derrick, didn’t know I had a (whoa!)
Figured he’d put togetha the pieces when
My nipple hair got stuck in his teeths
You know my type, dense and eager
If he was a dog he’d be a retriever
If he was a cat he’d be a retriever
If he was a ferret… ( you get it)
Rawr, meow he’s pawming me up
“Uh, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up”
Ma’am, this again?
This what you looking for?
That boy is a mess (uh-huh)
“I’ve just never been with someone like you before
Oh, look! A Cheeto!”
Derrick sure liked to suck face
Then we got to third base
PSA stands for please step aside
‘Cause I don’t have time for no cr*ckers
PSA, stay away
From that straight white man
PSA, they all to blame
For the evils of today
Missy, if you’re hearing this, I’m so sorry
It’s not that serious, okay?
Here goes my type, count with me
(One!) Straight! With a capital T
Never thought about boys till he met me
(Two!) White! With them picket fences
His folks never split and his dad’s a dentist
(Three) Man! This one is a given
Stinky cavemen got my knees a-weaknin’
(Four) Dumb! If he can count this high
It’s a pass from me dawg, god bless, goodbye
(Five) Fit! I’m not that picky!
In bed he lasts at least six missisipis
(Six) Taken! And to spice up the blend
Let’s make his girl my best friend
(Seven) Nasty! Like Janet said
He drinks cow’s milk laying down in bed
PSA stands for pubic service announcement (excuse me)
Pubic service announcement
Public.
It’s PUBLIC service announcement.
PSA, stay away
From the straight white man
PSA, they all to blame
For the evils of today
Incendiary Literature was a final project done for the VISA370 course at UBC, a course about Artist Books! I wanted to tell a story using a magic scroll. To tell this story, I needed to model and 3D print custom type faces to be used in a printing press! The creation of this project was a great synthesis between what I had learned at VFS’s Game Design program, and what I had learned at UBC up to that point.
INCENDIARY LITERATURE
THE META NARRATIVE
In a world where magic is highly controlled, and the empire owns the only printing press, a young goblin hedge wizard breaks into the printing room to mass create “fireball” scrolls. Since magic scrolls require specific magic runes, the goblin has to create custom types for each magic rune! He then packs the scroll with as much information as possible, making it a piece of propaganda, as well as an instructional manual on how to cast the spell.
Pathfinder 2e: Age of Discord
Age of Discord is a homebrew Pathfinder 2nd Edition campaign I devised and am currently running! It is the culmination of my love for tabletop roleplaying games, collaborative storytelling, and tactical combat!
For thousands of years, the Elyrian Empire, now known simply as "the old empire" controlled the continent of Ossa'dorei. The old empire solidified its power through zealous indoctrination and a strict control of magic. This method necessitated the alienation of what the empire called “lesser races''; populations of sentient species who possessed natural magic, worshiped unsanctioned deities, or were otherwise difficult to assimilate. In time, this alienation became the empire’s undoing.
Hundreds of years after the fall of the old empire, the continent is home to a great diversity of peoples, faiths and ideologies. Sure, roads between cities are no longer patrolled, the coasts are plagued by pirates and petty nobles wage warfare over the smallest of squabbles, but that is the price of freedom. Obviously, not everyone is happy. There are whispers of those who still work in the shadows for the return of the Elyrian Empire. It would be an inconvenient time for ancient, powerful, long suppressed magic to re-emerge.