font_designer: John Roshell

You’ve been shot down over enemy territory and you’ve managed to survive for weeks thanks to your training and instincts*… but now you’re being ruthlessly pursued by MAPPO’s footsoldiers… The ELEPHANTMEN! Will your commanding...

Those footsteps you hear as you walk down that dimly lit Victorian street…? That flapping of leathery wings in the air…? The howl of some kind of Wolf-man in the countryside…? Those sounds that...

In some way I was Mr Mamoulian and someone else was writing and drawing this stuff. He said he was Albanian and that his name was Alban Skandabaeg.. He kept sending me these pages....

Worn and torn, dry and cracked, resistant to wind and rain… the skin of the elephant is a thing of dry beauty and ancient wisdom… During the gold rush, the phrase “Seeing the elephant”...

Shiver me Timbers and Splice me Mainbrace! There’s strange goings on in Smugglers’ Cove… A gathering of thieves, brigands, piratefolk and back-stabbing blackguards the likes of which have not been seen since the days...

So your widget’s stuck between the framistat and the whatchamacallit, there’s a spanner in the works and your avengers just won’t assemble? Hey, if you want to get any more work done, you know...

We know what you’re thinking… This is not a new font, just an old one with a few bullet holes in its helmet, dirt on its shins and some carbon scoring on its breastplate....

Dear diary, what a day it’s been. Dear diary, it’s been just like a dream. Woke up late. Wasn’t where I should have been. For goodness sake what’s happening to me? Write lightly, yours...