Clara takes time out of her busy day to show us what makes her such a good salesperson: her a—cumen. *shot*
So, this brings episode 4, Scene 1 to a close. Stay tuned as next week something QUITE interesting happens. ;3
~Mace
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Final page of 2011!
Been a wild year, and 2012 promises to be even crazier! Chapter 4 continues.
Also, if we don’t see you before then, Happy New Year!
~Mace
So, two things are happening in my apartment complex right now. The maintenance crew is painting everything a shade of chocolate brown and we’re being bombarded by solicitations from the new Cash 4 Gold location down the street. Usually, it wouldn’t bother me but considering they’ve stuck several fliers in my door and outright sent a person to urge us to give them our delicious gold, I can’t help but get a little annoyed. Though they don’t personally talk to me since I revealed I’m allergic to gold (I’m also allergic to fake gold and copper). Today, another flyer came and this time, it ruined the paint job on the door. It seems like that sketchy place is determined to get my non-existent gold. Well they can’t have it. I keep it in my invisible vault in Fort Knox. Haw, I’m so fake-rich!
P.S. Did you know the gold in FortKnox is fake? Also, did you knowFort Knox has a kick ass mall?
P.P.S. I miss hanging out in Fort Knox…
I’m considering going into print but I feel like my earlier works aren’t good enough. Not to mention none of them are at the proper resolution since everything died a horrible death via faulty update. Still, it would be nice to have something solid to hold on to. Come the following months, I’m actually try my hand at making a relatively serious comic instead of the undiluted bat-shit I usually inject into my comic. However, I heard suppression makes things stronger so by that logic my other works will become crazier. I’ve looked at some of my notes and here is an example of the madness:
Infinite time loop caused by an orgasm-powered time machine…also at one point sex is banned by the mayor.
I probably won’t explain it when it time comes but that is what’s slowly coming this way.
How long indeed. It feels like forever and a day since I’ve written anything. So here I am on the first day of Kwanzaa, giving you the wonderful gift of my innermost thoughts. Unfortunately, those very same thoughts have gone on vacation so you get some delicious ramblings instead.
The husbando gave me Tekken Hybrid for pre-Kwanzaa AKA Christmas. That means I got the new Tekken movie, Tekken Tag HD, and a Tekken Tag demo with two fucked up demons, a schoolgirl, and a moe robot. Once I got my fight stick working, it was only a matter of time before I wasted ALL the free time I had. Then I had to return to my drawing hole and continue to draw tentacle porn. All I have to say is that Tekken’s story doesn’t make a lick of sense anymore. Also, I own a doll of Kazuya Mishima. Make of that what you will.
P.S. For a ramble, this sounded awfully coherent, eh?
Behold...this thing!
