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INTRODUCTION

Hiyah, mortals! I'm Jacob, 16-year-old artist and storyteller of sorts who REALLY wants to work in the animation industry one day. The site you see before you is every odd, awesome and in-between thing in my imagination, and I want to share it with you. Go ahead! Grab the snack food of your choosing, sit down and dive into the JC-Verse! Here's hoping you like it.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

#245: Soupeye

     Greetings, my friends. I hope you all had a dandy Easter and properly soluted the Easter Bunny for his good work around the globe. Anyway, I was at Wondercon on Saturday! Soon I will have an official video account of the day on my ol' Youtube channel, but for now, time for another character. Guys, I swear this is the last one about dimensional travel for a while. If I break this promise, then I give you the Jacob's Characterz!-brand Free Flack-Giving Stamp. So, without futher ado, Soupeye: proud owner of the Estrello Void Base for 45 years, and with a 0%-ish customer fatality rate. Depending on your echelon of conspiracy theory knowledge, the term "Jump Room" might ring a bell to you. As in the Jump Room that's supposedly being utilized by the government to send folks to the big, red vacation destination know as Mars. Well, the Estrello Void Base just so happens to be the Jump Room you're thinking of--well, the JC-Verse location that inspired it, anyway. The EVB is a covert galactic transportation venue that was rented out regularly by UNDEROO in the late '70s as part of their second Mars-landing program, Barren II, and Antonio "Soupeye" Estrello has been running the show there since even before. While it's unknown how exactly the establishment came to be (even by its most loyal customers), it's indisputable that he is devoted to its purpose, offering the most efficient dimensional travel experience on the market. Despite being a tad rickety and outdated by modern standards (ex. that 0%-ish in the beginning), Soupeye's service is still a definite go-to source for efficient planet-hopping. If you ever need to get yourself far out of the stratosphere in record time for whatever unsavory reason, give the guy a ring-ring. Just note there's a chance you might make it there with a decided lack of arms/toes/life. Again, 0%-ish.
(The man himself, equipped with a heavy-duty hazmat suit due to the toxic material powering the machinery itself, and a band-aid over his unflatteringly melted eye socket. I assume you can put together how he got his nickname.)

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