I think I'll consider giving it a shot.

Any initial toughs before I start reading?

Gibbon Chapter 1 drops December 13TH. Stay tunned!

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 Good Morning, Afternoon, Night, Evening travelers!

 Just passing by to give you some exciting news about a project that originated in the past (2019 specifically), them got into a hiatus, got back as a one shot and failed, was used as a entry for Writer's Jam 2024…….. and came back now! Of course, I’m talking about:

Okay but, what the heck “Gibbon”? It’s an Isekai webcomic about a world originated from an late high schooler boy’s sketchebook comic. Also, the said boy rebirthed as the comic’s main character who is a paper boy during the day and a martial artist at night known as “The Gibbon Kid”. Not only that but a lot of other shenanigans that may seem like to not make sense at first glace but will have a deep connections with the events of the story.

Got some struggles here and there but finally I decided to came back with not only my main dream big shot, but a story that envolves fights, war, love, figths, gibbons, Tibetan monks, figths, body hunters, cyber ninjas, figths............ and egg jokes (you'll understand soon enought)

 Ready to start releasing some characters bios on November 1st! Also, Chapter one drop on November 9th! (This date may change cuz real life work and yada, yada)

 Hope you enjoy my project and see you on a next thing that I’ll cook. See yall ＼(≧▽≦)／

That's right, Twitter is finally back soooo, godbye Blue Sky! (I won't miss you!). (Also I'm from Bananil and that's why I'm writting this)

Oh yeah, if you follow me I'll be eternally gratefull (─‿‿─) (I'll post more pieces with more frequency)

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 Promt selected: Rebirth

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2015, the year our story took place and the stage for an unfortunate event that

Would change the life of a high schooler with an extraordinary and unbeatable imagination.

Nobody knew what was the guy’s name, neither his mere existence but,

He didn’t seem to bother.

While others played sports or hung out at the mall, he spent his time creating worlds and

Heroes from his sketchbook. From Tibetan monks to Cyber Ninjas,

Monsters to Meta Humans, even living dead, are part of his insane universe.

His favorite creation though was “Yolk”, a wonky paperboy who is a nimble martial fighter

In his free time. He was known as “The Gibbon Kid”.

One day, the boy’s life took a tragic turn one stormy night. On his way home

From a comic convention, he was caught in a terrible accident. As he lay on the ground,

His life fading away, he clutched his sketchbook, thinking about Yolk and the stories he

Would never finish.

When he opened his eyes, the boy found himself in what it seems like his hometown at first

However, something was off. The building have little dots as their coloring, the people

Walking down the streets have varied appearances, shapes and sizes and besides having

Also, no human Critters living in perfect harmony with them. But the odd thing of all,

There was a white rectangle upon his head that is written:

“Topaz2 , California”

As he saw the information that quickly fades away in a blink of the eye,

The boy was having a déjà vu of something that he wasn’t able to remember at the moment.

As he wanders around the downtown that looked like a graffiti painting,

He looked in a store’s showcase and notices

That he was his own main character from his comic: Yolk.

Green shirt with an orange stripe, a white hat that resembles an ape’s head and

His face, that now features black stick eyes and an orange rectangle as his nose,

Exactly how he had drawn him on his past life.

The guy now called “Yolk” wonder to himself if it was an illusion, or a virtual reality,

But that surreal dystopic world was real.

He indeed had rebirth as his own character on his own comic world.

When he noticed something ringing at the pocket of his pants,

It was from someone called “James Rodriguez”, who reveals to be his boss.

So he quickly rushed to somewhere private where he changed to his ordinary civilian look

Driving his motorcycle, still trying to process what is going on in his surroundings.

Some hours later of delivering some papers, Yolk went to the beach 

Where he could relax and try to understand what everything that is happening

In front of him. As the tides leaves siren melodies in the air, the gibbon kid starts

Realizing some similarities to his past. He had a flat job after his school time,

Some kung fu abilities he just had learned during his free time

And finally, his awkward way of acting in front of most people.

When he was about to head somewhere, he could claim as his home,

The Gibbon Kid witness his red motorcycle being stolen by a gang of deviant mice people

Making him so mad to make him deliver some kicks and knuckles on the face of

Those rotten rodents. One of the rats refuse to told their boss’s hideout,

Nevertheless, Yolk had no time for cheap talk and decided to

Do a research tough the city’s sewer where he dialogues with other

Meta human thugs who also worked for the mice gang

Until he researches to a luxurious mansion with a big 8-ball on top of it.

As he enters the palace, he founded who just has orchestrated that incident.

It was from “Kaizer Mauz”, a tall man with shades wearing yellow pants and coat

Who said to be the leader of the mafia besides

Being the owner of a motorsport black market. As much as the man with to retreat,

The fighter with a monkey hat won’t leave without his price so

He began an epic and violent showdown against the man who

Uses a cyan boomerang which is also a pipe to call out every rat to cover his back.

After a though battle, Yolk manages to defeat Kaizer with a powerful suplex slam,

Making him explode in a wave of golden and silver pennies.

Upon his head was written:

“K. O! Yolk Wins!”

He was confused after the message fades away so he just grab his bike

And got out of here while this mansion ended up in ruins.

One thing that Yolk didn’t know was that someone what watching and recording the

Entire fight. It looked like a mechanical Shinobi who witness everything

To inform to his boss, one of his servants has taken down.

It looked like someone was behind Mauz’s acts. Furthermore, that mysterious person

Wanted something to do with Yolk.

On the next day, the orange nosed marvel woke up and while enjoy

Some breakfast, the news on the TV is reporting about the Rat mafia’s mansion

Where he got his motorcycle back. As the TV statics for a while,

A formal man with an orange spiked pomp and wearing only a blank mask

With a question mark in the center, informs that Yolk was a traitor to his meta human

Training program, and he said that whoever caught him dead or alive

Can have a mysterious book as a reward.

That mysterious book was in fact Yolk’s comic book titled “Gibbon”,

Which he medially remembers that it was the one he leaves incomplete on his past life.

It says that, whoever draws on this book, can change the fate of the universe and future.

As the day passes, Yolk meet new friends, as well as some foes.

He delivers papers for everyone in the neighborhood and in the town,

However, when the night comes, he’s an outlaw hero with a thirst for justice.

What would he do now, knowing that there’s a league of buddy hunters

After him? Does being reincarnated as his original character worth it?

A lot of questions and a lot to struggle answering them all.

But one thing is right: no matter what enemy comes to ruin his day, whatever

If it is tall or short, human or monster, or even a random inexplicable phenomenon,

only the Gibbon Kid is capable of writing a good end for his unfinished story.

 Promt selected:Bones

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In the heart of the frosty wilderness, where the whispers of winter danced with the

Evergreen trees, there lived a girl named “Seraphina Marble Eyes”,

A blue skinned looking folk with an unusual hobby: collecting bones

Seraphina, with her dark green hair dancing with the wind like a pine tree,

Wandered through the snow-covered landscapes, her silver eyes scanning the ground

For remnants of the past. Bones of creatures long gone, their tales etched in the marrow,

Drew her like a siren’s call.

Inside her icicle cave, her collection was like a museum of history itself,

A mosaic of memories carved in ivory and ebony.

Human, bovine, poultry, moose, dragon, she had every bone of every living being

Carved in the cave’s walls.

Each bone told a story – the triumphs and tribulations of the

Creatures that once roamed the winter-kissed wilderness.

Seraphina reveled in the intricate details, the silent echoes of

Life that lingered within each fragment.

As the winter winds howled though the ancient pines, Seraphina ventured deeper

Into the snow realm during a violent and hostile blizzard.

Her journey ended up leading to a frozen lake where an eternal figure awaits:

Chain, the maiden of life and time.

The muse, dormant for a long time, had finally awakened and

Spoke the vision of an ancient prophecy.

“To weave the threads of time, collect the bones of the past,

In winter’s grasp, your destiny vast.

The frosty breath of tales untold,

Shall guide you, young collector, fearless and bold.”

Empowered by the prophecy, Seraphina’s quest gained new purpose.

Her collection expanded beyond the ordinary, encompassing the bones of

Mystical creatures and ancient beings. With each bone added, she felt a surge

Of connection to the untold tales that wove the tapestry of Marble Eyes’ destiny.

Though she faced trials that challenges her capacity of resistance,

Seraphina arrived at a shrine guarded by a giant demonic beast, half bull and half tiger.

It was a tuff battle between the blue girl and the voracious creature.

It looked like I was time for her demise but, fortunely, the wisdom acquired

By Chain made her overcome the furry demon.

After the fight was finished, the winter solstice was approaching and

Seraphina’s collection reached its zenith

The bones, an array of shapes and sizes, glowed with an otherworldly radiance.

The culmination of her journey unfolded beneath the pale light of the moon,

As the bones whispered tales of forgotten epochs.

In the stillness of the snowy night, Seraphina became a living

Embodiment of the winter’s magic. Her heart intertwined with the

Ancient stories, echoed though the wilderness. And so, the girl who loved

To collect bones stood as a guardian of the winter’s secrets, a

Keeper of tales etched in frost, her epic journey forever etched in the

Annals of the icy wilderness.