Sunday, January 30, 2011

Friday, January 21, 2011

Les Enfants Miserables

CAMPBELL: So, Snake, your mission is to defeat Liquid Snake... your evil twin! And stop the nuke from being launched. Any questions before we continue the briefing? SNAKE: Yeah... can I borrow those scissors? NAOMI: Certainly Snake, but why? SNAKE: We don't want anyone mistaking me for the leader of the terrorists. CAMPBELL: Snake, our ENTIRE PLAN hinged around you being mistaken for the leader of the terrorists.Much later:SNAKE: Otacon, are you getting this? This is OFF THE HOOK. It turns out there was a third twin: ex-President George Sears! OTACON: Snake, didn't you ever wonder why the President had your exact same face? SNAKE: ...nnnnnnnno.
From now on all of my comics will consist of nitpicking about obscure plot points in decade-old video games. I really feel that this is my strongest material and will lead to commercial success.

Friday, January 14, 2011

"Gotcha, suckers!"

Warning: The following comic contains a spoiler for Heavy Rain. Yes, that's right. I am now reduced to drawing comics about games I do not own but have watched somebody else play on the internet. Also I had to spend longer than I care to admit recompositing the final panel with digital trickery, because it turns out that after 28 years I still can't draw. Anyway, that's enough spoiler space.

Supplemental warning: Do not buy Heavy Rain. Instead, watch somebody else play it on the internet.MANFRED: Shelby, old friend! How can I help? SHELBY: We're conducting an investigation to find the killer. Maybe your expertise can help us. Perhaps you can tell us who owns a 1907 Royal typewriter? MANFRED: The Royal 5? Why, didn't you bring one of those in for repair a while back? SHELBY: I, uh, probably wouldn't read too much into this.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Sketch dumping facility

Ought ten is drawing to its inevitable close and I have some leftover doodles which do not belong anywhere else. They are presented here for the sake of completeness. Join me next year when I will be scanning all the random biro squiggles on my work post-it notes and systematically publishing them to universal critical indifference.

I'm concerned. I think that Christopher may be experimenting with recreational drugs! (EXPERIMENT #8)The joke here is not the same joke it was going to be when I started out.

Boring StuismYour name is GONBIR STUSIM. You recently left your HIVE for personal reasons and now reside in a SHABBY HOLE IN THE GROUND. You have no HOBBIES as such but enjoy loafing around the place and doing NOTHING MUCH. Your apathy is such that your BELONGINGS still mostly reside in the TEMPORARY STORAGE RECEPTACLES you used during the move. These are strewn randomly about in such a way to prove an occasional nuisance, partly to you but mainly to your LUSUS, which being a GIANT BLIND CATERPILLAR is not adjusting all that well to the move, tending to BUMP INTO THINGS and generally struggle to navigate.

You avoid contact with the outside world wherever possible, although with some persistence acquaintances are often able to occasion a BEGRUDGING RESPONSE. You are basically a TWO-MINUTE DOODLE who does not in any way warrant such a WALL OF TEXT; furthermore, you are doomed to perish soon in an EXTINCTION-LEVEL EVENT.

Your trolltag is biographicallyHazy and you are by habit a troll of few words.


Partially inspired by/entirely copied from Shadow of the ColossusTrue story; happened to a friend of mine.