| [2006 April 22] This is one of the better pages. A lot happens here and you managed to capture the action and suspense. But... how come that log reminds me of a Butterfinger candybar? I mean, sure, that'd be a great segue to an ad spot for the actual candybar, but for some strange reason that log looks like a melted Butterfinger. Weird.
Speaking of weird, haven't we actually seen a gun with zig-zag camouflage? | |
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| [2006 May 1] You know, after I'd drawn the last frame, I came to realise just how unneccesary that previous frame was, with Rudy flailing like Joe Cocker. It looks utterly ridiculous and out of character. And I rather think the log looks like old, dry, petrified dung. But that's my opinion. | |
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[Transcript] - Rudy reaches for his gun, "Mind-numbing stagnation took over time. Impatience prompted me da move at last.."
Toro charges and Rudy parries with his gun, "And again we met with d'force of our mutual dislike." Toro bears down on Rudy, forcing him to the ground. "He had d'advantage over me... I took it back." Rudy bites Toro's leg and slips out from under him. Without his rifle, Rudy runs away. |
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I reached for my gun. The huge overwhelming sense of dread that filled my senses felt like hot lead against my senses. I sensed she was near... too near. And dear. My love for her could fill a thousand reams only to haunt me with a million screams, but dare I shoot my dear? Oh dear. I can hear her heaving breathing screaming against me. She could've used a breath mint at least, but I had to unload on her. Shot after shot raced along her entrails in a twisted glee of orgasmic proportions. I knelt beside her body as she lay in a pool of warm sweat. It was too warm. So I opened a window...
The newest thing in forest camouflage is zig-zag. Let's face it, when everyone's so drunk everything looks like zig-zags nobody -and I mean nobody- is gonna see that heavy rifle in your mitts until it's too late.
Where's the beef?
c- "Eventually you'll have to explain why this deer doesn't have a dick."
m- "It's a comic. I don't have to explain anything that doesn't make any sense."
Ohhh, he had the advantage. He knew it, too. He stalked me like a wounded banana, like he wanted to take his right boot and slip all over me, like he wanted to peel me like the fruit he wished I were and there I was just waiting to take him, just waiting for him to take me... no, strike that, it was more like he saw me like a woman... no no no... okay, from the top. He knew it, too. He stalked me like a dead turkey, like he could see me dripping with gravy and he just wanted to plunge his folk deep into my warm... can we skip to the next scene? This just isn't working for me.
I took it back. I didn't love her any more than she loved me and no more could I stand to repeat my same mistakes I had repeated a year ago with that... other woman. I couldn't bare the thigh that hung me the first time by a little naked wire of vengefulness and spite and it was just... just too much to go through again when so little I had was there. And anyway, I walked... no, I didn't walk... I crawled like the little bug I am. I crawled -NO! I scurried like a damned little roach. Like a soon to be dead little roach who was so fearful of being seen by the world that he just wanted to... die.
