Mathew Hunkin was raised in the suburban wilds of West Auckland by a pack of kindly big block engines. Unable to keep up with his siblings, he instead set off to draw his way out of the ghetto. Often described by his friends as smarter than he looks, Mat's approach to both his written and visual work is to spiral interestingly around the point like a Ford Capri doing doughnuts in the dunes.

His conceptual power-to-weight ratio is second to none, enabling him to convert even the most half-assed of drunken rants into pure gold. He can usually be found cursing his skateboarding, placating himself with beer, killing people online or yelling indignantly at the television.