Here’s the final part of our Christmas special, enjoy the depravity:
Once again we leave you in a state of shock and disbelief. That’s right, we brought it. By “it” i am referring to “the heat.”
You could argue that FoM is a snack and doesn’t necessarily contain the amount of nutrients that make up a proper comic meal, despite the size of the serving. The only response I have is that we had to try. Maintaining a continuity in a comic that kills of most of it’s character as a matter of format proved to be problematic to say the least. Our crutch here is that the story adheres to the internal logic of the universe we have created, although this is an ad hoc rationalization at best. The truth is that, In terms of plot holes, this thing is a fucking Swiss cheese, or some other kind of high porosity foodstuff. Baby steps.
The future of the strip is uncertain. I do not know what kind of doom I have brought upon myself by effectively “selling out”, but i am sure that some adjustments will have to be made. I will have to take into account that i now have to measure my time in increments of “work” and “leisure”, a metric I have shunned up until this point. When I have ascended to the aether realm of my kin, sitting aloft on my crystalline throne of condensed bliss, overlooking the vast expanses the heavens, while waves of creativity pour from my mind like a divine symphony – I will look back with longing. I will shedding a single glowing tear ever single time i remember the gloomy tunnels that slither through the unholy earth beneath Arcadia. I will feel a slight shiver running across my ethereal form whenever i smell the combined stench of burning hope and rotting purpose, and I will “keep it real.”
Also, I intend to bring more non-comic related post from this point on.
- SF
