Hex the Contracts: Chapter-1

A Story by Abishai100

In this 1st-installment of a multi-chapter anime-inspired storyboard, hero Hex makes for challenges in a dark 'cartoon' city of jagged-edge shields.

My 1st-installment in a series of anime-comics and manga inspired dark-city dystopia storyboarding, drawn from varied image-rich stories like Wicked City (Hideyuki Kikuchi). Thanks for reading (Happy '25),

DISCLAIMER: This work of installments anima/manga arts contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/critiques/interpretations).

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HEX: Well, the city's vast now and infinitely dark for jardinieres.

ASSOCIATE: Officer Hex (funny-name), me thinks you're hero-wannabe!

HEX: Hey, you'd believe less I used to be from another humanoid realm.

ASSOCIATE: Right, and you slept and crossed into our cartoon Hell world.

HEX: I'm only here to affirm the richness of social contract meaninglessness.

ASSOCIATE: Ha, me thinks you'll be that answer to our city villainess.

HEX: She's the Rationalism behind lack of any social contract of value(s).

ASSOCIATE: I make wage she used to be a nurse...city fiction (anime-like).

HEX: Great.

Sure, Hex used to be a real Earth realm human being named Mr. Amlan Satan, but he fell into eternal sleep and died and crossed into a cartoon-like 'universe' which saw him reborn as the city-scopes officer named Hex, a bad pun on the bad chances cops and lawmen and peacemakers had in this 'alternate' life-dominion of no good social media (Facebook-like).

Now, Hex wanted to transport some fake contraband to a warehouse disguised as a diamonds-smuggler with bad pirate-visage and beard and wigs and all that...all to get access into the underworld empire of the city villainess known as Sorsha (a bad-cat from Hell). Well, Hex did the deed and got the 'authentic' contraband only to have to appreciate why Sorsha was no capitalist and was thankful at least his city-scopes motorbike, fitted to feel like insect-mobilization, enabled him to speedily flee post-substitutions of bad treasures (wow). Sorsha would've decapitated the poor officer (Hex).

SORSHA: We should make for cyber-prestige in a decapitation legion.

ASSOCIATE: We've already kidnapped a flock of flight-attendants, princess!

SORSHA: We'll make some right-bad maiden-hell ads for the Super Bowl.

ASSOCIATE: Sometimes we (all) wish you were more like Cinderella, princess.

SORSHA: That music-rock group, minion?

ASSOCIATE: No, no, no...it's an old faerie-tale about wrought reversals.

SORSHA: Nothing's sportsmanship (Selfie-like).

Now, Hex (the hero) had his eye sight set on the use of chemistry by evil Sorsha in this cartoon-hell of a planetary city to make simply awful extortion intuitive threats to flight-attendants post-humiliation(s). He opted to make one great intercept of imported HCL but failed to save about 10 flight-attendants (wow). Maybe Hex would live up to his unfortunate name (Facebook-like).