I know i know, eventually i am going to go away for a while and when i come back to say hi you wont be here. i am honestly trying not to abandon you all because you guys were there in the beginning, but working on the whole animated series, along with juggling all the baggage that comes with living in Cardboard City has kept me insanely busy, but i assure you, its going to be worth it.



As of this morning, my favorite sci-fi news website, i09 (where i just recently learned about which movie contains the BEST wom-sex scene) posted some exclusive new screenshots from my upcoming animated series for WB, simply called "CHADAM", (the above is only a small detail) along with a new video of my creator, Alex Pardee briefly talking about the origins of the project and using the Unreal engine technology.
Go check out the screenshots and video here!!!!

and please bear with me, the Simkin story will return soon! (it HAS to, as it has a direct coalition to the Chadam series!)

Thank you all,
Chadam

Part 22:

I hate knowing that she wouldn't recognize me, even if I told her I was her dad.
And yah, I know I'm not REALLY her dad, but I would never tell her THAT, either. I'm (shit, WAS) the closest thing she has ever known to a father.
She was only 1 when I married her mother, and only 5 years old when The Collection Agencies quarantined me from them…

I'm sorry.
Again.

I'm in the corner of the room once more, slouching behind the crusted pile of recollection-filled bodies that will never again have the chance to leak out those memories or dreams. So many thoughts lost, so many ideas just….gone. It's weird to think that one of these mush piles could have possibly held the secret to a cure in their future. A future that was just….taken. A future that probably isn't even there for any of us anymore. A future for only the Vultures.
I decided to use some precious battery life to sift through the few photos that I have in my wallet, the last possible evidence that I have to let me know that I am, indeed, part of a larger world outside of this pitch black shitbox. The bodies in here can never access their memories again. But I, on the other hand, have nothing left BUT memories. Even if they ARE fleeting with each replay. Each time I re-watch one of the memories in my head, it's like an old disheveled VCR is playing the cassette, and scratching its teeth against the tape just a tad more. The tracking is getting worse. Soon, if I'm in here for much longer, all I will see is white lines in my head. At that point, I will most likely be batshit crazy. Too whacked out to even kill myself. I can't let that happen.

The first picture….
Pillow. My Pil. I don't care what the laws of paternity are. You ARE my Pil. Shit, it's been over 5 years (6 years, 3 months and 46 days now that I think about it), I wonder if you even still call yourself that. Out of sheer stubbornness, I will always call you that. Serves you right.
See, she hated her given name. That was one of the first sentences she strung together when she learned to talk. So her Mom and I gave her a chance to re-name herself, at least temporarily until she grew out of it.

"Okay", I said, "just remember that this is a VERY important choice. What do you want your new name to be?"
Without hesitation, she sternly replied "Pillow."
"Pillow?" Her mother asked.
"Why Pillow?" I continued, as her Mom and I no doubt shared the same reaction to it, secretly laughing inside for the simple fact that "Pillow" is hardly a name a parent would bless their child with.
She answered, "Because you can't sleep on a cloud or you'll fall, but you can sleep on a pillow, and a pillow is just as fancy. And I'M fancy."

Her Mother and I both chuckled for hours, and immediately began addressing her as Pillow, which she loved, and as long as she was in my life, she never got tired of it. I even tried the overkill approach, and I would say the word "Pillow" a thousand times a day, using every variation and nick-name I could muster, and she loved every one of them. Like I said, she never got tired of it. She was officially…a Pillow.
Pillow loved animals. LOVED them. Was never squeamish by the slimy ones, never threatened by the ones with rows of teeth. She unconditionally was interested in every kind of animal. She brought home so many random animals I actually had no idea WHAT species some of them even were! Case in point, the bizarre little fluff-ball that Pillow is holding in the only photo of her that I have left. The same photo that has frozen her visage in my memory for the last 6 years. Pil and the…whatever it is. In the photo, Pillow's cradling the short-haired, 3-eyed sphere in one hand, and making a teapot spout gesture with her other hand. The little critter even looked like it was smiling for the camera, too.
Pil had a ton of animals, which means she dealt with death from an early age, probably too early, but at least I hope it helped toughen her up during this time of absolute shit. But this particular creature was my favorite of hers. Not because of its looks, or its life…but in fact, because of it's death. Damn, what did she call it…?
….
Oh yah, Oodle.
About 6 weeks after Pil had adopted this little bug-eyed friend, she came into my room, a hesitant, puzzled, but calm look was painted on her face.
"I think Oodle is dead." She whispered to me.
"Well let's go see, what made you thnk that?" I asked.
"Cuz.", she said, "I pissed in his ear and he didn't move! And he ALWAYS moves when I piss in his ear!"
"YOU DID WHAT!!!!?" I squawked, almost angrily.
Pillow replied, "I pick him up and I say 'Psst, wake up, I wanna play! When I 'psst' in his ear, he always smiles and plays! But not today."
That was a key moment in my life. I briefly saw the world through her eyes. And that made me smile larger than I thought I was capable of…

Damn, son.
So, what it boils down to, is that i'm way too excited to keep this from you, especially since an insane amount of people already got to see it at the San Diego Comic Con this past week, and you guys deserve to see it in its true form, not the weird low-res vid-cam versions that we keep taking down from YouTube haha.

So, please check out the very first actual footage from my upcoming series, CHADAM, and please do what you can to help SPREAD THIS AROUND AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, AS I AM MORE THAN PROUD OF WHAT THIS IS BECOMING!!!!



direct link to video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQ_0UrI0ROU


Some additional info about the "CHADAM" animated series:
"Cutting-edge artist Alex Pardee and producer Jason Hall of HDFILMS Inc. are teaming up on a 3D animation project based upon Pardee's character of the same name. Initially introduced as a character icon for the popular rock band The Used, Chadam has become an Internet phenomenon.

Chadam lives as the "chosen one" in the hyper-stylized and exaggerated metropolitan island city of Vulture. His power of imagination is strong enough to physically change his environment and, therefore, his world … to save it from evil. The series will find Chadam in a place of refuge where he and others have retreated to plan their attack against a serial killer known as Viceroy.

A dark, emotional action-horror-adventure fantasy story filled with self-discovery, Chadam will come to full 3D animated life via the magic of the Unreal Engine 3, the leading technology and development framework that powers cutting-edge games such as Gears of War and BioShock on today's popular platforms, including PC, Xbox 360 and PlayStation 3. The Internet series will serve as an incubator for future expansion of the Chadam universe, from additional online episodes to television, film, videogames and more."


And please make sure you ADD CHADAM AS YOUR FRIEND because I will be releasing a lot more exclusive images and secrets and stuff over there the more progress we make. And you can check out my stories over there too, which will guide you though a little of my world so you can imagine what to expect from the movie.

CHADAM LIVES.

Sincerely,
CHADAM
www.myspace.com/chadamlives

Just as a final reminder, I wanted to let you know that I am very thankful that you guys have all been really supportive of me and my stories and my world and my flaws ever since the beginning. And now Alex Pardee will be introducing me to the rest of the world at the San Diego Comic Con this week at the Warner Bros booth, as he is showing the first ever footage of the CHADAM movie that he has been working on forever.
I am really excited to see my adventures come to life, and I hope you are too.

So please make sure that you go by the WB booth and tell them that I rule and that you are looking forward to the movie, and pick up one of these posters with me on it (and some of my good friends too;)



Oh, and if you time it correctly, you can say hi to Alex and have him sign your poster.

Alex will be signing THURSDAY, July 24th @ 5-6 at the WB Booth, and FRIDAY, July 25th @ 3:30 - 4:15 at the WB Booth.

Help spread my disease more than ever!!!

Love,
Chadam


PS: What the hell is happening in these screenshots????

"CHADAM: THE SERIES" FOOTAGE DEBUTING AT SAN DIEGO COMIC CON!!!!!



This is Chadam. I know, I know, why havent i been writing? What will happen to Simkin? What does Simkin have to do with me?!

Well, my good friend Simkin's story WILL conclude soon, but as I said before, I have been working closely with everyone in regards to my animated movie so things have been extremely hectic.

But I am more excited than anyone in the world to finally show you some stuff!!
Alex Pardee, HD Films, WB and everyone else involved in this project have been working really really hard to bring my story and my world to life for the screen!
And I am happy to say that this week, at the insanely large San Diego Comic Con, you will finally be able to see a glimpse of what I have in store for you.

A teaser including the first footage ever shown publicly will be playing on a loop the entire convention on the 
JumboTron in the WARNER BROS booth as well as before select private screenings.

Alex Pardee (who created me) will be signing free locker posters created exclusively for 
Comic Con at the WBTV booth on:

Thursday, July 24 @ 5:00-6:00pm
and
Friday, July 25 @ 3:30-4:15pm

Make sure you ambush the booth by the hundreds and let everyone at WB that my movie will be cooler than almost everything else coming out! ANd stay for a bit, check out the footage, grab a poster and say hi to Alex and have him sign your poster!! I would love to be there, but I have some Simkin transcribing to do!

Oh, by the way...The poster will feature your first ever look at Simkin, Sandy, Ripley....and even VICEROY...but that's another story alltogether.

Here is a teaser of a teaser poster;)
Is that Simkin in the background?



Direct link to image:
http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f297/lasagnacassidy/ComicConsneakimage.jpg

So make sure you tell your friends about me and warn them of the awesomeness that you guys all KNEW ABOUT FOR MONTHS BEFORE ANYONE ELSE...and that's why i love you all.

Sincerely,
CHADAM (Add me as a friend, click here)


Direct link to screenshot:
http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f297/lasagnacassidy/Chadam1stScreenshot.jpg

All of my reminiscing stopped when I leaned back in the darkness and felt an object slice deeply into my left wrist. My new wrist. I clumsily picked up the object and it was instantly recognizable. It was a small triangle of glass. The blood felt like it was exiting pretty rapidly from my wrist, so I shined my light on the area that felt damaged.
But the ray of light wandered. Sure, it pointed itself briefly at the gash, but almost as if the light was anxiously saying "C'mon, man, how many times do I have to illuminate injury! This is retarded! Show me something elllllssseeee," it decided to wander. It landed on the shard of glass, which wasn't just…glass. It was a shard from a broken mirror! And when the light hit it, mirror threw it back in my eyes, and for the first time since I woke up here, I saw my new face. My…dead face.
It's hard to hold a pen in my claw, but I figure that I owe it to whoever finds these papers to put some kind of face to the words, even if it's a face that was never supposed to look like…this.



What…
Happened to me?

I have been away from you guys a LOT, as you can tell by the amount of spam comments that have piled up like dirty clothes.
But the reason i have been gone can be seen below!!!
You guys have been here since the beginning when a lot of people were naysaying, so you, more than anyone else, deserve to see some secret stuff first!
What you are looking at is the FIRST EVER RELEASED SCREENSHOT FROM THE UPCOMING CHADAM MOVIE!!!
This is a project that i, along with a crazy talented team of people, am working ridiculously hard on to get it ready for you to see!
Yes, this REALLY is what the film is going to look like!
It's extremely exciting and stay tuned for more exclusive stuff from the film that you wont get anywhere else. And thank you for your patience with the stories, Simkin will be finishing his story soon...
Please share this photo with as many people as you can and once again, help spread my disease!!!
I love you,
Chadam

BEHOLD!

The virus was real.
It seemed slow, but the effects were devastating.
More citizens were changing. That meant that more citizens were dying. Which also lead to more citizens overreacting to unusual behavior. Got a scratchy throat that affects your speech? Holy shit, you’re infected, we have to kill you! Can’t remember where you put your car keys? Your brain is getting eaten by the virus!!! Quick! Kill you!! Needless to say, people who have never harmed anything more than a zit on their shoulder, were jumping to conclusions so quickly that they practically became trained killers overnight.
Vulture rarely had any criminal activity, even downtown. Hell, there’s not even really any organized law enforcement. So a lot of people took that role on themselves. A lot of confused people. A lot of scared people. A lot of…misinformed people.
That made everyone else even more afraid.
There wasn’t a hub where the infected were sprouting from. There wasn’t a hospital where the sick fell asleep quietly in shitty electronically adjustable beds and woke up raving madmen.
The infected were all "missing" people.
That seemed to be the prerequisite.
Unfortunately, the confusion and the paranoia also added to the amount missing people. Scared family members would flee to who knows where. Others would simply lock out their loved ones to save themselves, even if they weren’t in any danger at all .

Citizens were encouraged to pay regular visits to the Display House, where each outfit from every unidentified Infected was hung up and displayed in a sealed glass case. This seemed to be the most effective way of identification, since the clothing is the only part of the person that didn’t change, and, most of the time, the clothing was intact.
Coming to terms with missing a loved one is one thing, but to then walk into a huge auditorium full of bloodied clothes worn by dead monsters, where see your son’s favorite shirt covered in the dried plasma he left behind after his death, is a completely different game.
A game I am thankful every day that I never had to play.

The attacks hit a second lull about 6 months into the chaos. No attacks for 34 days. After 30 days there were talks of celebration. Just as quickly as they jumped to conclusions when the virus started, they jumped to conclusions when they wanted it to end.

But then, I guess to make up for the summer vacation that it took, the virus hit harder than ever. 30 cases in 42 days. Some of the infected killed handfuls of people before being destroyed. It was getting out of hand.
Oddly enough, all 30 cases were male, which sparked up the formation of the Collection Agencies. Groups of scientists deemed it necessary to detain, question, test and "collect" data from every male citizen in Vulture. They worked in waves, and seemed to be doing relatively harmless busy work in order to humor everyone with hopes that there was progress within the research.
But there wasn’t.
And every fucking day I curse the formation of the Collection Agencies, because they are the assholes who took me away from my wife and daughter…

A few days later, another attack. A few days after that, another.
The only thing that the attacks had in common with each other was the location. They all seemed to be within a few blocks of the zoo. At least, at first they did.
There were still some radicals amongst the city, but the logical thinkers took the reigns and declared that it was, indeed, a virus.
Everyone was encouraged to stay in their homes and venture out only for absolutely necessary tasks. This didn’t bode well, however, considering that, out of the 100,000 or so inhabitants of Vulture, only 4 had been infected, and there was no evidence as to HOW.
Life continued semi-normally after that. Sure, you had a handful of the frightened, who locked themselves in their house and cursed everyone for spreading the "invisible change", but mostly, it was one of those things that "isn’t going to happen to me."
Only a few attacks occurred over the next few months. Just as maniacal.
A woman disemboweled a well-known scholar at the library with her fingernails.
One of the infected was found frantically playing in a pool of the remains of 2, maybe 3 people. There was nothing recognizable left in the puddle, except some hair and bone fragments.
A child went missing for a week. A large group of people scoured the city for her. It was her father who found her. She was standing face first in the far corner of an alleyway, repeatedly walking into the bricks, mindlessly. He got her attention and she turned around. She had walked into the concrete wall so much her face was scraped almost completely off. And she was physically different, just like the others. She was extremely gaunt, and lost all definition in her face. But it was her hair and her outfit that, even though both were covered in blood and flakes of chafed skin, gave her away. She gazed blankly at her father, and though her eyes were bulging with darkness, it seemed as though she was focusing. The men who had joined the father in the search had instructed him to leave at this point, trying to convince him that she was no longer his daughter, that she was sick, and that they would "take care of it". But he wanted to hear none of that. He pushed the men aside and ran toward his daughter, sobbing, replaying the times they shared reading about unicorns and rabbits, and the times they made mommy breakfast: burnt toast, a pancake omelette and a fucked up kitchen. "When we get home," he said aloud as he ran toward her, "we will make mommy another pancake omelette. I promise." His daughter tilted her head slightly as he drew close enough to her to look beyond the blood and the drool, and to look at her eyes and realize that it is, indeed, his daughter. He put his arms out to hug her, disregarding the screaming men who were advising him to get away as they followed just a few strides behind.
He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them up, his daughter would be cradled in his arms, one step closer to being cured. Instead, his daughter ripped off both of his legs and opened a hole big enough in the side of his torso that his liver plopped onto the asphalt before she was terminated by the other men…