It’s actually kinda surprising how few medical practitioners there are in video games not including Trauma Center. Not including that pill-pushing “Doctor” Mario, that is. Fortunately, the suggestion I went with was quite frankly an incredibly inspired choice.
And so this is where the story’s gonna get left before my holiday break. There’s a chance of some sketchish stuff going up next week, mind, while I’m out of town. Kinda want to do up something for the 25th[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And finally, it’s a new comic! Huzzah indeedy. Apologies for the delays, people. (Note that this isn’t actually the one that has been blocking me for awhile… that one will run, definitely, but not right away.) Oh, and for the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Who dares indeed? Aside from myself, only The Shadow knows. And Orson Welles is dead. And I imagine if you ask Alec Baldwin, he’ll go “WTF are these people asking about?” Enjoy the extra long comic, that said. I don’t[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Things really aren’t looking up for Nya, are they? I mean, she’s looking up at stuff, but that’s about as close as she’s getting at this point.
And here the Petards’ aims are unveiled in their full horror. For anyone curious, that said, the tassel appendages on the primary Petard in this comic are a spraybottle of red paint and a syringe.
And so the story advances, indeed. Not much to say here today.
