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about Zak

A four-legged green beast opens its mouth and sticks its tongue out.

Artist & Animator

Zak doesn’t really like to talk about himself,
so let me tell you about him.

Zak recently moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career in animation after earning his master’s degree at RIT.

His master’s thesis was an animation about demons being summoned to crash a punk rock party. Check out Partygeddon!

A fuzzy Cape Cod Kaiju emerges from the canal, snatching the cars of tourists from the Bourne Bridge.
Trashy the Lobster is lounging in a beach chair with a cold beer and lit joint in his claws.
A hooded conjurer summons a behemoth clam from the waters of Cape Cod.
Gigantic sea gulls pluck fisherman from their boat.
A green, loin-cloth wearing seaman-creature swims below treading legs.

Cape Crud

Not your typical Cape Codder,

Zak grew up skateboarding,
playing loud music,
and making weird videos.

Check out his series of post cards from home!

Secret Awesome

Secret Awesome is the headquarters of Zak’s personal and collaborative works.

He creates most, if not all of the artwork and is a key contributor to all of the videos.

He’s also a founding member of:
Pond Scum, Lord Scum, and Diamond Guts

Here are some Secret Awesome posters, flyers, and other stuff that Zak has designed.

A horned demon extends its arm towards a tiny partymecium and amoeba riding a flying surfboard.
A monkey wearing an OG monkey space suit, places its fingers on its head, attempting some sort of telepathy....possibly...
Al-G and Oozer march down a garbage mound in celebration of Scumdapendance Day.
A green demon with large horns sits cross-legged in front of a fire, performing a ritual.
Bike or Garbage flyer. Some dude is carrying a busted bike down a hill, and the dude is impaled and bleeding from the stomach.
A black silhouette of a demon head filled with jagged teeth and glowing red eyes is framed by a smoking skull bong and a wizard staff of beer cans taped together.
A Cthulhu-like creature emerges from scum-filled pond.
A horned skeleton demon with a bitchin denim vest, wails on a goat-head guitar amongst the flames of hell!
Two lowlifes get wasted and at a winged demon shrine of G.G. Allin.
A sasquatch-looking wolfman dude gives a thumbs up from the back of Ol' Jack Burton's truck.
A burning monument is surrounded by protesters and chaos while two fat cat uncle money bags' are climbing to the top.
Flatearther, Mad Mike, launches himself into the firmament on his homemade rocket.
A guy and girl with absurdly long, loopy arms and legs, frame a multicolored portal of static fuzz.
Mobile home trailers are stacked atop one another out in the desert mesa.
A tusked, dog-faced colossus with long hair blowing in the mountain wind, peaks out from behind a peak,

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Lord Scum sits upon his throne within a smoke-filled cavern. Smoke billows from the sockets of his green face.

Watercolor album art for stoner metal band,
Lord Scum.

Comic of dungeon dimwits,
Tomb Defilers.

Fantasy role-playing adventure,
Rat Bashers Questing Club.

Lord Scum sits upon his throne within a smoke-filled cavern. Smoke billows from the sockets of his green face.

Watercolor album art for stoner metal band, Lord Scum.

Comic of dungeon dimwits,
Tomb Defilers.

Fantasy role-playing adventure,
Rat Bashers Questing Club.

Work
with Zak

An illustration of Zak with short brown hair. Flames burn in the background while he stares dumbfounded...with a knife protruding from the top of his head.

Zak is one of the best dudes I know.
Don’t be bashful, send him a message!

© Zak Kirwin

Headquarters

Projects

Portals

Headquarters

Projects

LORD SCUM
Album Art

Journey through the pages of The Book of Scum and explore the smoke-filled kingdumb of The Putrid One, Lord Scum.

The Book of Scum is presented in a dank cave.
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Lord Scum sits upon his throne within a smoke-filled cavern. Smoke billows from the sockets of his green face.
A gnarly dude kneels at the altar of scum, smoke pouring from his mouth and eyes.
A towering, green, winged cyclops leaves a pond-side city in flaming ruins.
Disemboweled losers are having a bad trip because they uh... fell into the Pit of the Stankor!
Two cloaked skeletons clutch bongs while standing beside the emblem of the sacred scumleaf.
An old necromancer holds a smoking green-skull staff in one hand, and is giving you the finger with the other.
An old, cloaked, wizard skeleton sits clutching a bong, melting into the pond within the dark dank black scumleaf forest.
A slothen frog-king slams a cold one while lounging on his throne. A gnarly warrior flying on a green dragon is about to mess his shit up.

Tomb Defilers

The tomb of Roknar, The Inebriated, is said to be filled with great spoils. 

Will the Tomb Defilers find bountiful treasure or will they be thwarted by the traps and tricks of the tomb?

Read the comic to find out!

Three skulls, the skulls of the Tomb Defilers sit upon a mound.
A barbarian, a thief, and a large peasant warrior descend winding stairs by torchlight. They seek Roknar the Inebriated.
The Tomb Defilers explore a hall lined with giant statues. It is the Tomb of Roknar.
While trying to disarm a trap, the thief springs.... a trap!
A large tub of acid falls on the thief, rendering him a skeleton.
A dessicated corpse awakens from his inebriated slumber then proceeds to HURLLL into his sarcophagus.
Roknar the Inebriated aka Party Lich tries to score some booze from the Tomb Defilers.
The party lich gets the peasant warrior to drink from the Goblet of Good Times.
The large, balding peasant man spews black sludge while his chest explodes from drinking from the cursed goblet.
The party lich antagonizes the barbarian to drink from an enchanted crunk cup. The barbarian proceeds to rip his own face off.
Roknar chills on his throne with the mutilated corpses of the Tomb Defilers next to him. He calls them a bunch of light-weights.
Rat Bashers Questing Club Logo. A swinging mace and a bloody rat with its ribs exposed.

Rat Bashers
Questing Club

Series Concept

A hapless trio of burnouts purchase a cursed role-playing game and unwittingly perform a dark ritual that transforms their world.

Now their money’s no good and they’ll have to get gold through freelance quests like bashing rats and finding a lost cat.

When that doesn’t pay, they try to run their own monster extermination business. 

Turns out that sucks, too.

Should they just sell out and join the evil Warlock’s goon squad???

Rat Bashers Questing Club Logo. A swinging mace and a bloody rat with its ribs exposed.
Rat Bashers 24-7 Store
The Rat Bashers take a break, passing a joint around unknowingly to a floating beholder.
Rat Bashers Motorcycle
The Rat Bashers chill out on a couch, watching tv, smoking a bong, and drinking beers.