True Tales Of A Cartoonist: A Raging Case Of Equality
Well it’s been a while since I’ve been posting comics. But it’s about time I got back into the swing of things. Best way to get back on the horse is a simple True tale of a cartoonist comic.
My wife takes a dim view of my modding habits for video games. I confess I have a bad habit of changing all the characters in my games to be…. gravity defying. I regret nothing.
I’ve had to take something of a hiatus from the comic for a while due to just constantly being overwhelmed with work. But every time an update went by unfulfilled it bothered me more and more.
So I’m going to do my best to get back int the swing of things and start making more comics and posting weird stuff more regularly.
Those who stayed with me during all this. Thank you very much I appreciate it.
Just for that, imagine putting giant boobs on the ghouls and the Super Mutants. By the way, does your wife and daughter know about the option of getting the Hot Pink hot rod paint job for the power armor?
For the record, if there is any way to have super mutants in Fallout 4 with giant cleavage…. I will make that happen.
Fallout 4 is on my list of games to buy, but I’m currently splitting my time between Witcher 3, Black Ops 3 and Darksiders 2 (with Star Wars Battlefront popping up tomorrow, ugh). So much to play, so little time.
And no worries, you have a life, things happen, updates get bypassed. The entertainment value of the strip exceeds my impatientness of new comedic entertainment. Gave me a chance to start over and remember things I almost forgot about.
Lives are overrated. I missed the sillyness of making comics. Feels good to be back.
Dude just give everything giant boobs animals, people, plants, buildings, items, the environment…
I support the game you describe. I want this game. We shall call it Jiggleout 4.
Damn you zombiecarter. Just when I have begun thinking you have grown up and left the rest of us man-kids (I refuse to refer to myself as a kid-man. No true minion of Cthullu (pbhn) would stand for that) in your wake, you come back as if to say “just teasing”.
I wrote this the other day at TZH forums, though it just happened again when I was writing the above:
I’m rereading the zombie nation strip and Love Cats comes up on the playlist…..
Now I’ve got that tune and Lovecraft stuck in my head…
Lovely, now the voices are back.
Also, Cthullu (pbhn) says: Welcome back, old friend, you were missed. But if you EVER put breasts on Him, He will psionically stomp you like Justin Beiber at a biker ralley.
Cthulhu with breasts you say? I will happily draw that for you.
Cthull (pbhn) says I should remind you of the words “karmic debtload”, “patient like only an Elder Evil” and “when you least expect it.”
He also said something to me about “guilt by association”, which I’m really hoping was directed at me. Unless he found out about the minions only party we had at Hooters™ with some cash we swiped from an old offering plate.
Just remind Cthulhu that some of us have seen the anime of him at the beach wearing the yellow polka dot bikini. And we managed to keep out sanity intact.
Cthullu (pbhn) says He was young, and needed the money for books and tuition. Seems it’s more,difficult for to get a student loan than it is for others.
Cthullu (pbhn) says zomiecarter needs an edit button for when He attempting to post and drive and misses a word.
I don’t edit. That requires effort and time. I gots things ta do….like crack. Sweet sweet crack.
Cthullu (pbhn) also wanted me to tell you He likes the ones with Him in them the best, and assumes you can do your own math from there.
Elder Evil. They’ll let you do your own math, it allows them do devote more of their brain to psionically bitch-nuking anyone handy when they feel the need.
I tought you quit or were about to quit the comic, my dark heart was filled with sadness, the sadness of knowing your evil will be denied to the world. And the world needs all the evil it can get.
Nope still going. New comic tomorrow for sure.
Do you take requests for comic wierdness? If so, maybe you can help me with something nice for a zombie comic artist who has been singing the blues lately. If I write a script for a strip, would you draw it and send it to Jenny Adams, who draws the Zombie Hunters comic on behalf of all her fans out on the net? I’d like to thank the lady for sharing her creativity with us, unfortunately I cannot draw worth spit. I can write entertainingly enough on occassion, but I’d like it to look. That, and i don’t want to look like a stalkerish forum monkey, so feel free to leave my name out of it and let it be a “community” thing, y’know? Go ahead and take full credit for it, I won’t mind at all. Anyways, here is my idea for a strip called “True Life Adventures of a Zombie Web Comic Fan……”:
The Neice (after being introduced to the zombie hunters comic): Sammy rocks!
Me (knowing full well the answer): Why is that?
The Neice (giving me that ‘silly uncle’ look): BRICK FLAIL! And I heart looting too!
Me (thinking ‘that’s my girl’): Yeah, she’s just cool like that.
The Niece (after a bit of a pause): I want to make a brick flail.
Me (already hoping this is a phase she’ll grow out of): What?!
The Niece (without missing a beat): It’ll fit in my back pack, I can show my friends at school, and if my little brother goes in my roo….
Me (already hearing the lecture): Ummm, kid, about that.
The Niece (COMPLETELY out of the blue): Can you imagine how much it would hurt to get hit in the nads with a brick flail?
Me (frontal lobe locking up): ……………
Man Truth. You wanna be careful how you act around kids, guys. ‘Cause they’re impressionable, fool.
The niece, by the way, is a rather militant 13 year old who refuses to believe the world does not exist for her amusement. If you could draw this and send her a comic from all her fans for a change, I think it will help her feel better.
If philanthropy is not your thing, and at this point most of would be shocked it was, I wil resort to outright bribery and do one for you as well:
Romey (holding up the end of the car, with one hand): Are you about done? This isn’t as easy as it looks.
Lovecraft (FINALLY getting the spare tire on): There. Now where are the lugnuts?
Romey (looking around): I don’t see them anywhere.
Lovecraft (looking under the car, just in case): They were right here. Moon, have you seen my lugnuts?
Moon (winking suggestively): No, but if you want to show them to me…..
Lovecraft (asking himelf again ‘Why me?): Now what are we going to do?
Sheila (thinking murderous thoughts to herself): You could just take one lugnut off of each of the other tires, use them on that one and that should get us back to town.
Lovecraft (mental shock and awe): ……..
Romey (mental shock and awe): ……..
Moon (staring at her ample cleavage): ……..
Sheila (still thinking murderous thoughts to herself): What? I’m vaginally equipped not stupid.
Lovecraft (relieved her help didn’t hurt more): Wow, Sheila, I’m actually glad you came along for once.
Sheila (pulling out the cheese grater and sausage stuffer): No problem. Now there’s a little something you boys can help me with….
If you’re willing, thank you. If not, then thanks anyway for all the laughs and you can still use the scripts if you want them.