Mariachi Band
This bird, unsurprisingly, is a member of a mariachi band. The maraca is the instrument of choice for this bird, as he lacks the mobility to play a trumpet or guitar. The band is not a particularly successful one as they only play military funerals and booze-fueled parties for high school students.
He lives in a small one bedroom apartment that he shares with a horse. Despite the lack of success of the band, The two of them are able to pay their rent as they have a reality television show modeled after the odd couple, in which the two of them struggle to live with each other. The horse will bring home a female horse, but the bird is practicing his maracas. The horse will ask him to leave, but the bird needs to practice for his gig the next day. Needless to say, hilarity ensues.
In his free time, this awesome bird spends his time on the local lake in a canoe, rowing only one the left side, thus going in circles for hours, going nowhere. In one instance, he was stranded on the lake for weeks, and almost starved to death. He was rescued by a hot air balloon, piloted by, you guessed it, a hot dog that picked up his unconscious body and dropped it off at a local hospital. He broke several bones in the process, but survived.
- Kent Wicklander
Secret Agent
As I was chasing a pigeon in my car, I began to think about secret agents. My goal in life is to be a pre-production artist for films, so naturally, I’m always having ideas for movies. This time, I pictured a really cool secret agent with mask, so he looks kind of like a ninja. So, to be a pre-production artist, you gotta be really good at drawing, which I am. So I started sketching and came up with this:
This was my first pass at the character design but I was pretty happy with it. I wanted him to be really muscular, like he works out and trains all the time. Since I wanted him to look really awesome, I gave him gloves. He’s supposed to look futuristic also, so I gaves him suspenders. I didn’t want to give him a big utility belt or nothing because his only weapons are his gun and his knife. So he comes up behind you, and slices your brain out. I also wanted him to be really good at sneaking around, so that’s why he’s got a knife – to slice your head off.
I took it a step further and made a small animation, nothin’ special. But I was trying to visualize what this guy would look like taking out fruitcakes. I animated two enemies attacking him. So he’s dodging them, and ideally, I’d like him to put one of them in a headlock and blow their head up with punches.
Click on the images to see videos of the Secret Agent in action.
- ‘Shar Kassai
Lion Tamer
Welcome to the Psycho No Deal Zone’s grand opening. Myself and Yashar, the creator of “Bird… Or No Deal” have come to an agreement and have decided to launch this fantastic fusion of our blogs. To read more about the origins of this agreement, check out the History section.
The Psycho No Deal Zone will certainly not be limited to Birds, as this new blog offers us the opportunity to bring you even more than just birds. I do feel it’s important, however, to clarify that those of you that crave birds will still get your fix here at the Psycho No Deal Zone. However, in the interest of demonstrating the incredible power of the new blog, I will start with a non-bird introduction.
This gentleman is the former mayor of Albuquerque and a part-time lion tamer. His time as mayor was characterized by his incredible incompetence and refusal to appoint anyone with any expertise in anything as advisors. His advisors were mostly snowmen and steel folding chairs. During his time as mayor, sunglasses were outlawed, February was given an additional 10 days, and Feb. 34th became a day for celebrating hot dogs.
His lion-taming career was just a hobby while he was mayor, but after he retired, he began training lions full-time and selling them to circuses and zoos, claiming that after being trained by him, they developed telekinesis and the ability to play the tambourine.
These days he spends most of his time locked up in a huge vault full of starving dogs and old A-Track players. He has been writing his memoirs for the past 4 years, only coming out when promised at least 700 pancakes.
- Kent Wicklander
