This is My World

Who are you to stand in my way?
To judge me? Tell me what I can or cannot do?
This is progress, and this is my world.

So what if I scar it? Damage it beyond repair?

Check out the song And it rained all night it really suits the feeling of this image I think. [link]

Warning a bit of a large image.

This is my version of The Onceler from Dr. Suess. Once a traveler and bit niave, it is not long before greed consumes his heart.

I'm pretty happy with how the background turned out, especially since I am really bad at actually trying to draw them.

My version of The Lorax for this Onceler:
In the version of The Lorax that I invision, Onceler comes from a big city. Pollution is already rampent there and people have to wear masks over their mouths to protect them from the worst of the fumes.
I try to give Onceler a pale almost sickly complextion to reflect that.
He leaves his home and travels. He comes to the Lorax's valley. He wants to own this beautiful place and share it. But his intentions are ill-guided. He chops down one of the trees and makes a Thneed. The Lorax at this point comes and scolds Onceler, but Onceler is a prideful man. He defends what he is doing and continues.
He is not heartless and when the Lorax comes to visit and shows him what his business is doing he does feel something. But everytime he is distracted by profits or something.

The Onceler's factory grows and people travel for the jobs he offers. The workers bring their families. Marco's parents (name I gave the boy in the book) are two workers as well. To house the workers they leveled the ground and built communities. The valley became a town which continued to grow. People ment stores, schools, roads etc.

But the boom was not to last. All too soon the last tree was cut. The factory was closed and those that could left. But many had nowhere else to go. Having poured everything into thier houses and community. Marco's parents also stayed. They found what jobs they could but the entire city feel into disrepair. Nobody cared about anyone else, or what would happen tomorrow. Most struggeld to survive day to day. Marco grew up in a weary world. Where everything was a dreary gray.

One day he wanders out of the city down the lane of the lifted Lorax. He came across the founder of the city, Onceler, who had shut himself away and despaired. The boy questioned Onceler and would come by often. Onceler told the boy the story of The Lorax and the words on the pile of rock The Lorax had left, which before he had thought were there to accuse him begain to make sense.

Unless. . .

Edit: There is going to be a movie for The Lorax and their version of the Onceler is already out, this is my version of the Onceler.