Noddy’s Contribution

Edward “Noddy” Blackburn. Photograph taken at the first office party.
Ink sketch of a masked assassin.
Concept artwork of a Cyberian rogue wearing a pair of snazzy V-Spex.
Concept artwork of a bum.
Concept artwork of a femme fatale with a gun.
Concept artwork of a punk pointing a handgun.
Assassin with 2 samurai swords.
Assassin with one samurai sword.
Straight up bad arse (we refuse to use the American equivalent “ass”).
Straight up bad ass #2.
Cyborg Sam.

Back in ’88, Edward “Noddy” Blackburn had not long lost his job at a VHS rental store. Out of sheer boredom he had begun to switch tapes around whenever somebody hired out the latest Hollywood blockbuster.

Expecting a big budget extravaganza, the customer would get home, press play and would find themselves watching some art house snuff movie whereby depraved gnomes–who only communicate by farting and burping–hack up a pig carcass and gorge on the entrails.

Following several complaints, Noddy’s superior Drake finally caught him red handed. He told Noddy to fuck off and Noddy replied fuck off, and that was the end of that.

As if by magic, the rental store was only a sneeze away from the soon-to-be Give Me Head Productions HQ. At that particular point in time, CEO Cassidy and Charlie Ryba were holding auditions for actors, models, creatives, cameramen, charlatans, costume designers, tech heads, imposters, ex-cons and anyone who might’ve had the slightest idea of how to produce a television series.

Noddy decided to join the long queue of hopefuls, mostly just to see what all the fuss was about. He first learned the company’s name from a lady called Veronika Szewc (who went on to play the Mandy character). He happened to be standing behind her and his jaw immediately hit the floor.

“No fucking way am I auditioning for a mucky movie company. I still have to care for my Mom. And besides, my schlong is nowhere near eight inches. As of June last year, it’s still not even six.”

“What the hell are you talking about, creep?” Veronika said, looking offended.

“I’m not working for no porno company. Simple as that.”

“This ain’t no porno company. Do I look like a wannabe porn star to you?” –Noddy thought yes but said no.– “They’re making a television series which is set in the future. It’s one of those cyber-something productions like Trancers.”

“But I love Trancers,” Noddy said with a gooey grin creeping across his face. “I once met Thomerson in my dreams.”

Believing this was to be the opportunity of a lifetime, which he’d rub in his boss’ face, he decided to hang around.

When Noddy finally entered the audition room, it was for the underdeveloped playable character Froggy. He immediately held his hands up in the air like a defeated bank robber and explained that he wasn’t an actor.

“Then what the fuck are you doing in my backyard, Mr Chinfluff?” Cassidy hissed. “What can you do?”

“I can create the best Japanese cartoons in the whole of California.”

“You brought a portfolio?”

“I didn’t know what this place was until, like, five minutes ago.”

“Okay, Chinfluff. Be here 10 a.m. tomorrow with a portfolio and we will take it from there.”

The next day Noddy blew them both away with his doodles. They knew right away that they’d struck gold. Noddy agreed to the summer contract on the condition that he will need to leave the office from time to time in order to take care of his mother who he was still living with. They agreed and welcomed him to the character design team.

The above images are the very cartoons created by Noddy. We believe there will be more hiding in a basement somewhere. If we locate anything else, you’ll be the first to know.

EDIT: 17/03/2024

We have added images #8, #9 and #10 after finding them in a separate folder. On the rear of it is a scribble which reads Cassidy needs shooting. Author unknown. Yeah, right. It was obviously…


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