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-- First Seen: 2008-09-26
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Quantum Vibe: Château Périlleux Now On Sale!
How does a society without a formal government deal with crime and criminal conspiracies? In the far-future space-city known as Bubbleopolis, they do it with a mixture of wit, grit, and a culture based on rolling up one's sleeves and doing what must be done. Diana Martelli, a recent arrival, likes to call it compassionate individualism.
Big Head Press announces the release of the latest graphic novel in the QUANTUM VIBE series: Château Périlleux, in which young Diana is tasked with finding out who killed a supposedly un-killable android -- and uncovers a conspiracy which shakes the very foundations of the city and its culture.
Available now direct from Big Head Press.
Staple! This weekend! Yikes!
Yikes! We almost forgot to tell visitors to the Quantum Vibe page that Scott will be making an appearance at Staple! the indie comics expo, in Austin, Texas this coming weekend, October 12-13.
Scott will be premiering his latest collection of Quantum Vibe strips, QUANTUM VIBE: Château Périllieu. Exclusively available at this show! The trade-paperback will go on sale in other channels soon afterwards.
Sorry for the late notice, hope to see readers there.
The Transcript For This Page
Full-height panel, Guy Caillard – a small, wiry man with a pencil moustache -- is walking towards us down an office corridor. He is dressed in 22nd-Century style office clothing, and the corridor (along with all the interiors of this segment) have a simple/functional but also vaguely futuristic style. Clipped to his breast pocket is a 2”x3” ID badge. When you can see it up close, it has his mug-shot as the largest object, his printed name, a small bar-code and two magnetic strips.
Guy is holding a cup of coffee, and he has a desultory expression on his face.
Caption: Guy Caillard, from the French region of Terra, pronounced his first name ‘Ghee’.
Caption 2: That the mostly Anglophones here at United World Revenue Service insisted on pronouncing it to rhyme with ‘eye’ was one of many irritations he endured at his job.
Dream-picture of a more heroic image of Guy, dressed something like a Wild-West Sheriff with a big star on his vest, standing over the corpses of the “robber barons,” gazing across a bomb-blasted corporate boardroom in a domineering pose.
Caption: All his life he had nurtured an heroic vision of himself, one recognized for his talent and courage.
Caption 2: When he went to work for the UWRS, he thought he would force the robber barons to pay their fare share in helping Terra’s less fortunate.
Medium elevated angle shot of Guy’s cubicle, with the real Guy sitting at his desk. The cubicle is about 7x7 and is crammed full of paper files, folders, and envelopes both large and small – stacked up in piles around the place. There are drawers and cabinets but they are also stuffed There’s barely room for a walkpath to Guy’s chair. It looks absolutely dreary. Guy is taking a sip of his coffee while seated with ramrod straight posture facing the terminal display on his desk. The display looks something like a futuristic flatscreen monitor and keyboard, without cords. The desktop is also cluttered with stacks of papers and envelopes.
Caption: It hadn’t quite worked out that way. The Robber Barons had been taxed into oblivion, except for a clever few who made all the right friends and were therefore untouchable.
Caption 2: So Guy spent his days squeezing the dwindling middle class to fund UW’s many worthy projects. He felt sorry for them, but somebody has to pay for social justice.