It was Larry Niven who said “Never fire a laser at a mirror.” Less well known, but equally important is the corollary: “Never fire a heat ray at an oncoming hail of glass shards. Beam weapons are really just stupid in general.”
This is late, I apologize. I want to eat lunch now. Vote please.
This is, uh. This is one of the more outright lude jokes I’ve done. Tell me what you think. Anyway, I’m tired now and will go to bed.
[[EDIT]]: I fixed the typos.
Vote please, it will make me very happy and is good karma and shit like that.
“Her legs went on for miles…” That is an actual detective film cliche right? I’m not just pulling that out of my ass?
Sorry about last week. I got distracted with other things and, you know. But hey! Two year anniversary’s coming up next month! Don’t forget to bring presents! There’ll be a strip that day since it conveniently coincides with the awesome-looking Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2!
There’s no new incentive, because I haven’t really figured out what to do now that I’ve finished all the colorized old strips, but Vote anyway! Charity’s good for the soul!
Hey, you read that last title. It’s not a cliffhanger if you’re not left hanging. Besides, it’s been like fifty comics since we last saw Rob McCobb, and that is FAR too long a hiatus between zombie-detective plotlines if you ask me.
Forgot where we left off with Rob? Conveniently, the last comic featuring him has now been colorized as a voting incentive! It’s also the last un-colored comic for me to put up, so I’m not really sure what I’m gonna do from here on. Vote please!