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Mitch 🐈
@mischiefpaw.bsky.social
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Mitch | 23 | he/him | White NB lesbian | Hobbyist artist/writer and esports (un)enthusiast | Working on my original webcomic about washed-up pro gamers in an unfamiliar apocalypse :] ✍️🐱

I'm @mischiefpaw on other platforms as well!!
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okay everybody say nyaaaaa
A sketch of my OC nyangi. He holds his hands like claws and bares his teeth at the camera.
January 3, 2025 at 11:58 PM
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back to my roots
Drawings of two cats. One sleeps while the other looks up hopefully
December 18, 2024 at 1:28 AM
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horsies :)
December 15, 2024 at 11:14 PM
mischiefpaw.bsky.social
[Ad Terra page 13] Home sweet home...

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Transcript: After a long moment, Nyangi slams the package back into the box. Nyangi: Whatever. (SFX: Whumph) He kicks a can across the panel divide. Above shot. Nyangi heads towards an open window with a welcome mat laying on the roof below it. Nyangi: ...Wasn't even that hungry, anyways. (Sfx: TONK clatter clatter clatter, tmp tmp tmp [of footsteps])
December 5, 2024 at 7:48 PM
mischiefpaw.bsky.social
[page 13] Welcome home
Transcript: After a long moment, Nyangi slams the package back into the box. Nyangi: Whatever. (SFX: Whumph) He kicks a can across the panel divide. Above shot. Nyangi heads towards an open window with a welcome mat laying on the roof below it. Nyangi: ...Wasn't even that hungry, anyways. (Sfx: TONK clatter clatter clatter, tmp tmp tmp [of footsteps])
December 5, 2024 at 7:46 PM
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[Ad Terra page 12] ... :(
Transcript: A zoomed in shot of the ramen package, where the text reads "LIMITED EDITION." Nyangi freezes. The trashed can of collard greens he'd thrown away dominates the foreground. He's still holding the ramen package like he's about to open it, but he's staring past it, silent.
December 3, 2024 at 6:27 PM
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[page 12] ... :(
Transcript: A zoomed in shot of the ramen package, where the text reads "LIMITED EDITION." Nyangi freezes. The trashed can of collard greens he'd thrown away dominates the foreground. He's still holding the ramen package like he's about to open it, but he's staring past it, silent.
December 3, 2024 at 6:26 PM
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[Ad Terra page 11] The humming's actually a recognizable tune :)

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Transcript: Nyangi hums as he takes a beat-up foam box off of the shelf and places it on the roof, looking from side to side like he's worried about being seen. Inside, bags of Nyangmyun-branded instant ramen sparkle-- they're in perfect condition. Still humming, he takes out a bag and prepares to open it. SFX: Crinkle crinkle (of the bag)
November 30, 2024 at 7:59 PM
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[page 11] I spent way too long on that logo...
Transcript: Nyangi hums as he takes a beat-up foam box off of the shelf and places it on the roof, looking from side to side like he's worried about being seen. Inside, bags of Nyangmyun-branded instant ramen sparkle-- they're in perfect condition. Still humming, he takes out a bag and prepares to open it. SFX: Crinkle crinkle (of the bag)
November 30, 2024 at 7:54 PM
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[Ad Terra page 10] Finally meeting Nyangi for real!

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Transcript: Narrator: ...The reality proved somewhat less glamorous. Atop the snow-covered roof, Nyangi (a young korean man a messy bowlcut and large, round glasses) sits cross-legged on a ripped beach chair with a blanket covering his legs. He stares at a mess of collard greens hanging from his chopsticks, disgusted. Nyangi: Blech. Info box: NYANGI aka HYUN-JE JEON (he/him) - PROFESSIONAL FANTASYOVERWATCH PLAYER (SUMMiT SPLIT 1 GRAND CHAMPION, FANTASYOVERWATCH WORLD CUP [FOWC] CHAMPION 2016, FOWC MVP 2016, etc.) - BORN: 03-31-2000 (AGE 19) - NATIONALITY: SOUTH KOREA - ROLE: DPS - SIGNATURE HEROES: PHARAH, GENJI - TEAM: NEWARK EXCALIBUR (2018-?) - TITLES WON SINCE 2017: 0 Nyangi tosses the can away. Nyangi: No way people actually *like* this shit. The can hits the tiles of the roof with a TONK. Nyangi steps onto the snow. SFX: crnch He scratches his back as he walks towards his outdoor storage area, which is snow-free underneath a large, poorly-hung canvas roof. It's pressed against the side of the house, where the windows are still boarded up. Large plastic jugs filled with ice sit next to a set of shelves littered with cans (some opened, some not), dirty bowls, and silverware. A wooden table and chair neighbor a pile of firewood. SFX: scritch scritch, crnch, crnch, crnch (of snow)
November 28, 2024 at 8:23 PM
mischiefpaw.bsky.social
[page 10] Calling him washed might be too polite.
Transcript: Narrator: ...The reality proved somewhat less glamorous. Atop the snow-covered roof, Nyangi (a young korean man a messy bowlcut and large, round glasses) sits cross-legged on a ripped beach chair with a blanket covering his legs. He stares at a mess of collard greens hanging from his chopsticks, disgusted. Nyangi: Blech. Info box: NYANGI aka HYUN-JE JEON (he/him) - PROFESSIONAL FANTASYOVERWATCH PLAYER (SUMMiT SPLIT 1 GRAND CHAMPION, FANTASYOVERWATCH WORLD CUP [FOWC] CHAMPION 2016, FOWC MVP 2016, etc.) - BORN: 03-31-2000 (AGE 19) - NATIONALITY: SOUTH KOREA - ROLE: DPS - SIGNATURE HEROES: PHARAH, GENJI - TEAM: NEWARK EXCALIBUR (2018-?) - TITLES WON SINCE 2017: 0 Nyangi tosses the can away. Nyangi: No way people actually *like* this shit. The can hits the tiles of the roof with a TONK. Nyangi steps onto the snow. SFX: crnch He scratches his back as he walks towards his outdoor storage area, which is snow-free underneath a large, poorly-hung canvas roof. It's pressed against the side of the house, where the windows are still boarded up. Large plastic jugs filled with ice sit next to a set of shelves littered with cans (some opened, some not), dirty bowls, and silverware. A wooden table and chair neighbor a pile of firewood. SFX: scritch scritch, crnch, crnch, crnch (of snow)
November 28, 2024 at 7:11 PM
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[Ad Terra page 9] We do a little exposition

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Transcript Lawn flamingos, covered in snow, stare into the camera. Narrator: FantasyOverwatch League. A "for sale" sign swings crooked on its pole. The "sold" sticker in the center has worn away so it now just reads "old." Narrator: Conceived as the apex of competition for an established team-based shooter, professional gamers across the world fought tooth and nail to sign with its franchised teams, organizations which promised stability, consistency, and— more importantly— the prestige of a truly global championship. Establishing shot of a deserted street. The road is cracked and scarred, and the houses alongside it are covered in snow and in various states of disrepair. A heavily damaged car lies half on its side, sunken into a pothole. A skeleton with a gunshot wound in its head sits in the foreground. Narrator: It was the opportunity of a lifetime. For no-names who spent their days grinding meager prizes in frustratingly modest regional tournaments, it was a chance to shock the world with dazzling performances and skillful displays of coordination. Closer shot of the side of a house. The windows are boarded up, and an old ladder leads up onto the roof of the porch. Narrator: For rising stars, it was another venue in which to soar ever upwards. Closeup on a can of collard greens, and the chewed nail of the thumb holding them. The use by date on the can reads "Nov 05 16" Narrator: For washed-up prodigies from the early days...
November 27, 2024 at 7:00 PM
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[Page 9] We do a little exposition
Transcript Lawn flamingos, covered in snow, stare into the camera. Narrator: FantasyOverwatch League. A "for sale" sign swings crooked on its pole. The "sold" sticker in the center has worn away so it now just reads "old." Narrator: Conceived as the apex of competition for an established team-based shooter, professional gamers across the world fought tooth and nail to sign with its franchised teams, organizations which promised stability, consistency, and— more importantly— the prestige of a truly global championship. Establishing shot of a deserted street. The road is cracked and scarred, and the houses alongside it are covered in snow and in various states of disrepair. A heavily damaged car lies half on its side, sunken into a pothole. A skeleton with a gunshot wound in its head sits in the foreground. Narrator: It was the opportunity of a lifetime. For no-names who spent their days grinding meager prizes in frustratingly modest regional tournaments, it was a chance to shock the world with dazzling performances and skillful displays of coordination. Closer shot of the side of a house. The windows are boarded up, and an old ladder leads up onto the roof of the porch. Narrator: For rising stars, it was another venue in which to soar ever upwards. Closeup on a can of collard greens, and the chewed nail of the thumb holding them. The use by date on the can reads "Nov 05 16" Narrator: For washed-up prodigies from the early days...
November 27, 2024 at 6:59 PM
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[Ad Terra Ch1 Cover] :3
Transcript: Nyangi lies on his jacket with his hands tucked behind his head, eyes closed and content. He's placed his glasses off to the side, and his cat plushie lays across from him. Instead, he wears a set of headphones with a mic arm. Its USB cord lies next to him, plugged into nothing. Text: Chapter 1: The Anchor
November 25, 2024 at 11:48 PM
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[Chapter 1 cover] :3
Transcript: Nyangi lies on his jacket with his hands tucked behind his head, eyes closed and content. He's placed his glasses off to the side, and his cat plushie lays across from him. Instead, he wears a set of headphones with a mic arm. Its USB cord lies next to him, plugged into nothing. Text: Chapter 1: The Anchor
November 25, 2024 at 11:46 PM
mischiefpaw.bsky.social
slightly (very) off model but look at my guy
#ocsky
A headshot drawing of a young korean man with a bandaged forehead, bangs, and a tiny ponytail. He smiles at something off-camera
November 25, 2024 at 11:23 PM
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[Ad Terra pages 7-8] I really like how this page turned out, but I definitely still see it in my nightmares LOL

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Transcript: Nyangi lets out a long sigh into the cold air. He clutches the cat plushie tighter. SFX: squeeze... Leaning on the railing, he walks down the stairs of the porch as snow crunches underfoot. Nyangi: (SFX: crnch crnch crnch) Urgh. Friggin'-- ...ow. Extreme wide shot, high in the air. The house Nyangi fell through is one of *hundreds* just like it in various states of disrepair. There is no light nor any sign of their former inhabitants for miles and miles, and the city skyline in the far distance is cold and lifeless as well. Above it all, the moon is shattered and broken; its pieces strung out in a rough orbit around the largest remaining masses.
November 22, 2024 at 10:52 PM
mischiefpaw.bsky.social
[Page 7-8] I really like how this page turned out, but I definitely still see it in my nightmares LOL
Transcript: Nyangi lets out a long sigh into the cold air. He clutches the cat plushie tighter. SFX: squeeze... Leaning on the railing, he walks down the stairs of the porch as snow crunches underfoot. Nyangi: (SFX: crnch crnch crnch) Urgh. Friggin'-- ...ow. Extreme wide shot, high in the air. The house Nyangi fell through is one of *hundreds* just like it in various states of disrepair. There is no light nor any sign of their former inhabitants for miles and miles, and the city skyline in the far distance is cold and lifeless as well. Above it all, the moon is shattered and broken; its pieces strung out in a rough orbit around the largest remaining masses.
November 22, 2024 at 10:51 PM
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[Ad Terra page 6] man, that plushie can't catch a break...

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Transcript: Nyangi stands painfully. SFX: Haff... Haff... haff.. huff... huffff He collects his backpack from atop a pile of rubble and puts it on. SFX: shff His cat plushie is there too, wedged under a broken beam. Its tail rips off of its body as Nyangi pulls it away, but he's too exhausted to notice or care. SFX: rrrip He opens a door to the outside, leaning on it as he does so. SFX: CrEaaAK
November 21, 2024 at 5:18 PM
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[Page 6] Man, that plushie can't catch a break...
Transcript: Nyangi stands painfully. SFX: Haff... Haff... haff.. huff... huffff He collects his backpack from atop a pile of rubble and puts it on. SFX: shff His cat plushie is there too, wedged under a broken beam. Its tail rips off of its body as Nyangi pulls it away, but he's too exhausted to notice or care. SFX: rrrip He opens a door to the outside, leaning on it as he does so. SFX: CrEaaAK
November 21, 2024 at 5:18 PM
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[Page 5] ...Back to earth.
Transcript Nyangi, now wearing his original outfit, lands on his back. Hard. SFX: WHUD He tries to breathe, but his lungs won't work. SFX: G----HRK. He gasps for breath as he tears at his scarf. He's in a room. A little light shines through a hole in the ceiling above. SFX: Hrk--gasp--GASP-- kaff kaff kaff Exterior shot as Nyangi continues to cough. The roof he'd been standing on has torn and collapsed along with the tarp, revealing an old, abandoned bedroom beneath. Doors hang off their hinges, wallpaper sags, and an ancient bed sits half-fallen through a hole in the floor. A skeleton is hidden in the darkness. SFX: Cough cough... cough... cough... kaff kaff kaff
November 20, 2024 at 5:45 PM
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[Ad Terra Page 5] Back to earth.

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Transcript Nyangi, now wearing his original outfit, lands on his back. Hard. SFX: WHUD He tries to breathe, but his lungs won't work. SFX: G----HRK. He gasps for breath as he tears at his scarf. He's in a room. A little light shines through a hole in the ceiling above. SFX: Hrk--gasp--GASP-- kaff kaff kaff Exterior shot as Nyangi continues to cough. The roof he'd been standing on has torn and collapsed along with the tarp, revealing an old, abandoned bedroom beneath. Doors hang off their hinges, wallpaper sags, and an ancient bed sits half-fallen through a hole in the floor. A skeleton is hidden in the darkness. SFX: Cough cough... cough... cough... kaff kaff kaff
November 20, 2024 at 5:43 PM
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[Page 4] Down we go.
Transcript A full-page illustration. The tarp and wooden supports of the roof give way to a different, more corporate building. Concrete supports underneath a carpet floor have cracked in half, leaving a massive chasm with no bottom. Rubble and pieces of plaster fall from the ceiling as cracks snake their way up the wall to a large decal of a perching bird. Through the cracks, the words "Fantasyoverwatch League" can be seen beneath it. Nyangi is mid-fall, headed directly to the chasm. He wears a different outfit than before-- the only consistent element is his jersey.
November 19, 2024 at 6:11 PM
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[Ad Terra Page 4] And down we go.

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Transcript A full-page illustration. The tarp and wooden supports of the roof give way to a different, more corporate building. Concrete supports underneath a carpet floor have cracked in half, leaving a massive chasm with no bottom. Rubble and pieces of plaster fall from the ceiling as cracks snake their way up the wall to a large decal of a perching bird. Through the cracks, the words "Fantasyoverwatch League" can be seen beneath it. Nyangi is mid-fall, headed directly to the chasm. He wears a different outfit than before-- the only consistent element is his jersey.
November 19, 2024 at 6:09 PM
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[Page 3] Uh oh.
Transcript Nyangi stares at the cat plushie. Nyangi: (SFX: *pant* *pant* *wheeze* *...wheeze*) Nyangi's backpack lands on top of the plushie with a loud THUNK. He stalks away from it, not noticing a thin, snow-covered tarp nailed to the roof in front of him. Nyangi: Two full hours wasted on THIS (SFX: Stomp stomp stomp stomp). There's not even anything up here! Fuck's sake. Next time, I'm gonna-- The tarp rips as Nyangi steps onto it with his full weight. There is nothing below it. SFX: rRRIP
November 18, 2024 at 6:13 PM