Now, you might encounter my 22-year-old self after reading this strip, and say, “whoa, little kid, you are messed up in the head.” And I’d reply, “Sir, this story isn’t even half over yet.” It was a pre-9/11 mentality! (but […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Yeah, you know some major shit’s gonna go down when there’s multiple Sunday-style strips in a row and it sure as heck ain’t Sunday that day.
On the original site, there was a black background behind all of the Sunday strips. I’ve been removing them for these republished archives, but I’m wondering here if I’m losing a little atmosphere by doing so.
Just imagine if Sal HAD killed the Head Alien, then we wouldn’t have gotten that last panel. So, you know, you’re welcome, or something!
Ah, good, now that we know Sal’s backstory, the Head Alien can start exploiting it in earnest. (also i would stop paying attention to the tags soon, for spoiler reasons)
Look who’s gettin’ fancy with gradients.
Wait, is it possible to tickle people underwater? I honestly have no idea. If not, maybe that’s one of Walky’s abductee powers. Lookit lil’ ol’ Jason, pretending to help Walky and Sal pick that giant rock off Squad 135 and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Our mission comes first, always!” says the lady who spit out her breathing device to look cool.
That’s my pal Doug (online handle “Monocle”) there in panel two, oohing at the spider. He likes spiders! Well, lady Predacon spiders, anyway. I’ve been through customs. I think I’d prefer the Tarantugun.
And here we have a Tarantugun. (It’s “tarantula” + “gun,” get it???) These guys are some of my oldest “characters,” designed in third grade to be bad guys for Ultra Car to shoot at in spaceship mode. In other words, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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