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Clinton Robert Labombard 
 
[2006 April 22]
The adrenalin and endorphins coursing through Rudy's veins is the only thing keeping him from succumbing from the pain he would obviously be in. However, I've my doubts about the internal bleeding and punctured lungs. And that deer does have a rather strong neck on him. Come to think of it, with all that alchohol in Rudy's blood, due to profuse bleeding that just won't clot he shouldn't last much longer.
 
 
 
M.A. Labombard 
 
[2006 April 24]
It's a comic, stupid. I can do anything I want and not explain a damn thing. What the hell are you, some Trekkie Cannonite?

[2006 May 1]
Your Noir/Romantic take offs on the dialogue are just plain creepy.
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This was also one of my early experiements with using automated trace vectorisation. Interesting results, but not what I prefer as an outcome.
 
 
[Transcript] - Still skewered by Toro's antlers and lifted into the air, Rudy grabs a tree limb and climbs up, pulling the antlers out of his chest. While he stands on the limb Rudy says, "How long is dis bastard gonna live?!!"
 
 
       
 
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How long was that bastard gonna live? I must have filled him with so many holes you could use him for a sponge, but he just kept coming back for more. Never in my carreer had I met a wall like this one. It was floor to ceiling with thumbtacks and paper and the damn thing still wouldn't give in. There's was nothing left to do, so I snapped a shot and posted it in my blog. Later that evening I ate General Lee's chicken until I couldn't move.