I would love to do this. Just fly up 1,000 feet, and pop my Force of Nature, and rain treants all over Orgrimmar. Maybe see if I could fly down faster than they could fall so I could flip them off again before they hit the ground.

This might be my favorite alt-comic ever, btw. I made it my new Facebook cover.
Some day I’ll have to do a real one… but for now, this is pretty awesome.

The end result is that I’m malware free again, but the website’s content is maybe half here at the moment. It’s going to take a couple weeks of slowly putting my archives back together, and some of the sections, like the ‘New Reader’, or half the ‘Extras’ links are probably going to stay busted even longer. I’ve been toying with a new design that I was going to just slap on here, but since I need to start rebuilding from the ground up anyway, I’ll probably just roll that into a new site build instead.

I’m in no particular hurry to get that done, so comics should still keep coming. I’ll get the broken stuff fixed as I have time.

Regarding today’s comic; it’s a tribute to the old stickmen comics I used to draw as a kid. I usually had 3 pens / markers… a black pen that I’d draw the background with, and then a red and blue pen for the various colored stickmen who’d then kill each other by throwing knives, shooting bazookas, driving tanks, etc.

I had notebooks filled with them, and they morphed from single sheet scenes to notebook-spanning epic storylines, and were the direct link between simply drawing to drawing comics.

I really wish I’d have kept some.  :\

I’m not sure the benefits I gained by going that route are worth the tradeoff of having to spend the extra time on it. It’s possible that after doing 30 comics in Illustrator, I’ll find ways to speed that up, but I’m not sure I’m willing to wait.

Also, my wife and I talk like this all the time, and have actually done so in front of other people. It’s always in fun ‘one-upmanship’ spirit, but I’m pretty sure we’ve made other people very uncomfortable.

Don’t worry though. Through all the pain; all the vomiting, dizziness, vertigo, and prayers for death… I still managed to play Star Wars.

“What, you can’t see it? You’re using your eyes wrong. Here, use your eyes like this, it’s easy. Do it. Come on, do it. Use your eyes. No, your eyes. See with your eyes. Yes, you’re looking, but are you SEEING? You need to see. Use your eyes and see. Don’t look. Still nothing? You probably just need glasses. You have contacts? Maybe you need more contacts. Or even better, less-stupid eyes. You probably have the stupidest eyes I’ve ever seen. Not looked; seen.”

I can’t wait to have kids.

After all the time I spent on that stupid bookstore background, I think the next 50 comics need to be in a bookstore.

I originally planned to have Wolf sitting opposite him, with Starcraft 2 loaded on his screen laughing, having obviously been the one responsible for the nuclear launch, and have that as my fifth panel. Or possibly as the alt comic.

Ultimately though, I opted to go to bed instead.
You’re welcome.