“Now, SLASHER! now, THRASHER!
now, MURDER and SCABIES!
On, BITEY! on BLOODY! on, PLAGUEY and RABIES!
To the top of his head! to the tops of his balls!
Now bite away! scratch away! bleed away all!”
The art from this comic was taken from one of my holiday cards. I will be running similar filler comics for the rest of the week so I can spend the X-mas holiday times with my family and catch up on some end-of-year must-be-done-or-the-hellhounds-will-devour-my-essence type of work. I also have to work on a guest comic for… someone. You’ll see.
If you followed a stray tweet from @wilw to last year’s X-mas comic, and this is your first regular update, please feel free to check out the Archive, the Store, The Podcast and The Experiment (my thoughts on trying to making a living doing what you love in the digital age).
Also, HOLY GOD YOU GUYS IT’S TIME TO PREORDER THE SHIT OUT OF BOOK 2!!!
If you already preordered book 2 as a gift for someone else, I have provided you a handy, printable [right-click, save as] “No Really, I Got You Something” card to give to that lucky person.
Thanks for another precious holiday memory. Now I'm afraid to walk past the guy standing in front of the 7-11 when I get coffee.
In panel one… is that butt flap move suggesting "sorry, no cash" or "Helloooo sailor!"
i don't think it's a butt flap. i think it's the inside of a front pocket.
LMAO at the verse in the comment, nearly made me shoot coffee out my nose.
I'd be more inclined to give money to hobos if they would wear top-hats and monocles.
He failed to market his product "rat-troller" for controlling the minds of rats. The surgery left him insane but still able to control rats. He's a hobo because he accidentally told his rats to eat his inventions that would've worked, and burned his money for fuel in a hobo fire.
I would love to be able to send this to everyone I know on the net via e-card. LOL!
Seriously thought, I think this guy and his rats live in Baltimore.
Please don't sue me, this came from a place of holiday love.
http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s102/greatida2…
I'd like to send this to my 80-year-old parents, but they'd probably cut me off from my inheritance……
Am I the only one who is reminded of the Pied Piper's tirade from the Sega Saturn game "Blazing Dragons" when I read the mouse-over?
"Dishonored" anyone?