I hope everyone else likes the dry humor of horrible images delivered conversationally by a cute tadpole as much as I do, imaginary readers, or this comic will fall on QUITE deaf ears.
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I’m tired, imaginary readers. So you get a Cliff’s Notes about The Little Match Girl. It’s just a story about a poor girl in London who sells matches. And dies. At Christmas. This would have been during the industrial revolution[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
So that’s what Dick’s up to right now, imaginary readers. It’s good to check in on him once in a while. More importantly, I need to keep my finger on the pulse of the superhero dimension. THIS IS IMPORTANT. I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Confession, imaginary readers. I am Nimmo in this comic. Do not leave me in an empty room with cookies. Happy weekend.
I’m exhausted, imaginary readers. It has been, in simple words, a bad day. On the plus side, the site’s working like it’s supposed to now. So there’s that.
It feels good to be out of a storyline, imaginary readers. Surely soon enough I will regret the structure storylines bring, but not now! I have sweet freedom! If you think that’s something of an overreaction, you’re probably right. Good[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Storyline over, imaginary readers! Now I suppose I’ll be mostly filling December with Christmas things. Because I’m American, and that’s how we do. “Hey, look! That direction!” is my favorite way to have a character leave a scene. I think[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
That imp needs to learn about glass houses. He’s the last person to call someone weird. Happy weekend, imaginary readers.
This has not been a good day in general, imaginary readers! I have been SAD and DISENCHANTED and UNCOMFORTABLY COLD. With that in mind, I think this is a very light comic about Hell. I like that sentence. That is[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…









