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Yep I'm so lazy I'm even outsourcing linking to my outsourcing to you the reader.
You know I'm your hero.
You guys have heard of Kickstarter right? That thingy were you pledge money to get someones project going in a combination donation/investing sorta way? I've pledged to a few projects and sometimes I feel like the rewards you can get for pledging are waaay more than the moeny you put in. Like I make out like a bandit and they creator is a sap.
It's really NOT that way since mostly those costs cover both their projects and the rewards. But my life revolves around me pretending I'm taking the upper-hand in a deal.
I bring this up because this rad comic I like, Ley Lines, is holding a kickstarter for it's second book release! If you like adventure and fantasy definately check it out. At the very least read the comic cuz it is fantastic. And if you like it buy the book by supporting the kickstarter.
No I'm not saying this cuz I've been bribed. I'm really doing it for good karma.
Not karma for a kickstarter I'm doing.
Karma for chicks.
So lets go back shall we. What the shit happened to us?
Well things were actually going pretty decent. I would come in the office every morning, my as-sassy-as-she-is-stunning assistant would make some crack about my height, i'd mock threaten to punch her in the throat, and she'd roll her eyes and quip that i'd need a step ladder. Then I'd find the weekly comic fresh and ready to go. I was thinking well shit, that lazy-ass artist might actually have his shit together.
I then made the mistake of relaxing, thinking things are gonna go smooth. Then as life likes to do, shit got nuts.
Artist dude comes in says his day job is shutting down, and his choices are transfer to a new department in Colorado Springs or get laid off. Awesome. He also said I could solve this quickly by actualy paying him to draw so I slapped him.
There we were. Waiting for him to get his life back in order before more comics. Promises were being made but never kept. Frustrating only slightly begins to describe it.
Then the Waldo Canyon Fire happened. There was actually nothing funny about that.
THAT aside, even weeks after that whole ordeal was over, still no new goddamn material. I had all but given up. My assistant joked that if he actually pulled through it'd be the sign of the end of days. Stupidly still having faith in that boy I bet her that If we don't get a new comic by the end of the year i'd marry her. She lit up like a damn christmas tree and damn near spent the next few days humming a wedding march.
Then finally last thursday he walked in. Freshly inked pages in his hands. She pouted. I damn near kissed the bastard.
That brings us here. With any luck they'll keep coming and I won't need to be fitted for a tux.
Holy bajesus guys. I literally didn't know untill like ten minutes that we actually have a goddamned comic to post after way too damn long. There is a looong story as to why this is late (is late even the proper term for how long this has been?) but I'll save that for next week. Fo' real like I have another real comic in my hands right here ready for next friday. So be there!