Born into the mean streets. No father for guidance. Adolescent gangbanger dreaming of hollywood animation. The first step - abandon the homies. He takes computer classes, graphic design, filmmaking. Drive-by’s puncture his mother’s home. He dreams of a friend, a protector - an angel blinds him with radiating light.

A new day. He feels blessed. A burning desire to create...

He hadn’t worked with plasticine before, it felt good in his hands - warm flesh sculpted around the wire skeleton. The character took shape, but who was it. Mobster films where his favorite... and then he knew.

Hours passed and with the Animator’s final touch something spectacular happened. It moved. His ClayFather was alive!

But who was the father and who was the son? ClayFather sprung to life a brutal yet highly intelligent mafioso. He began to manipulate every situation to his own benefit. He wasn’t interested in being an actor for Mr. Animator’s films. He had his own plans of corrupt perversion. With his life giving powers, Mr. Animator sculpted other characters to star in his films, but the ClayFather would extort them for whatever he could and then rip them to pieces.

if possible.