He was launched into this world on the back of a flaming white horse over a bridge of thunder clouds. He was raised in Maryland where he could be close to the sea, the source of all life, and feast on crab cakes. In his youth he would frequently speak in tongues and translate the word of ancient gods with a crayola crayon. It was said by some that these drawings could conjure unspeakable daemons when used in the proper rituals, by others it was believed they could be used for the manipulation of unearthly pleasures. His parents hung them on the fridge.

    Mr. and Mrs. Abbott offered only the finest in education for their God sent child. In his teen years Andrew was sent to Mount Saint Joseph High School in Baltimore to hone his skills for the good of mankind.

This is Andrew “The Abbs Man” Abbott

                After extensive training in the dark arts and mortal combat, Andrew defeated he-who-shall-not-be-named and put together a pretty decent portfolio. On the day of his graduation he sprouted golden wings and took to the sky.

    He spent the summer of 2005 flying around the Earth and righting wrongs before landing in the dark city, the city of terror, the city of dead witches, the city at the end of the world. Boston, Massachusetts.There he attended the Art Institute of Boston, where he majored in the divine art, Illustration. In his dorm room he performed Lovecraftian rituals and animal sacrifices, and in 2009 he graduated with a BFA and Illustration Major (with a minor in animation).

    The summer after graduation Andrew set forth on an amazing journey accompanied by three tough broads. They traversed the entire United States in a majestic steel chariot known as an “automobile” stopping only when weary or famished. Upon completion of their quest Andrew returned with renewed vigor having expanded his knowledge of the mystic, ancient, and arcane. He has returned to the City of Dead Witches waiting patiently for them to rise again. Until then he bides his time working at a local vendor of cartoon funny books and making his art.

    In the last year without warning Andrew was nearly overcome by the ancient and awful darkness surviving only by the skin of his teeth and his stedfast grit. Brought to the brink of his sanity he now scours the nine realms in search of the knowledge and experience with which he can vanquish the great darkness utterly and forever. Nowadays he spends most of his time tending an orchard in a place of great learning.  Andrew enjoys rare artifacts, bad horror movies, and fish tacos. He's a pretty cool guy.

~Contributed by:

Joe “Shotgun” Botsch

(with “tweaks”  by Andrew)