That suspicion you are having… about what’s going on in the third panel of today’s comic. It’s happening.
Hey look at that, it’s our triumphant return to the regular zombie webcomic. Wow, feels good….. oooh too good! Okay, not ‘that’ good. But close enough.
I’m so happy to get back to my idiotic cast of zombie misfits. This starts a story arc I’ve wanted to do since I first started this webcomic. Hope you like it, cause even if you don’t I can’t stop now.
Also what do you all think about my text boxes? Do you like the zombified version, or the clean version I did previously?
To be honest, I like them.
And it was a little bit frightening… Sorry where was I? I get distracted by bright shiny objects.
It’s been a crazy week and at the end of it I found I had no sketches for Friday’s comic. I’m so glad this week is over. Seriously I can’t take one more day. Soooo busy.
So today sees me eating away a bit at my webcomic’s buffer. But on the plus side my comic character, Richard Moon, gets hurt and pain is funny… I mean every time I think of my divorce (And all the money she spent) I laugh, and I laugh, and I…. (Rage building!) laugh.
Ten deep breaths….. Sorry went to a dark place their.
Anyway Friday’s zombie sketch comic will continue next Friday, for now I need sleep.
And this is how the Richard Moon character joins the cast of my happy little webcomic. Good for him. I’m sure he and Lovecraft will get along splendidly… or they will probably keep trying to destroy each other fooooorrrreeeevvvveeeerrr. I like this character, I envision him as kind of what the “Newmen” character was to “The Sienfeld Show.”
He should be happy. When your nose falls off you no longer have to worry about the vast amounts of terrible smells out there. Personally I envy him….. Not so much the rotting flesh, the Rigormourtes, and craving for human flesh, but not being able to smell things sounds great.
I hate that I have an extremely good sense of smell.
Again, in case you couldn’t tell….
So it’s with a sense of authority that I tell my fellow nerds… “Dang it people! Take a shower every once in a while, it won’t kill you!” Whenever I go into my local comic shop by and large it’s a pretty good experience, but periodically there is a certain, shall we say… funk.
The problem is, is that I have a really good sense of smell. In fact if I was a mutent it would be my super power. Far from being a blessing though, having a great sense of smell is a curse. Since zombies smell slightly worse than my fellow nerds when the zombie apocalypse happens I’m in big trouble.
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