1105 Boot To The Head.

I really enjoyed making the flashback panels with the Carol pages. As much as I have been able to enjoy anything at the moment. Some of this stuff actually required unexpected research. Since my college experience was limited, at best, I don’t know, or remember, how a lot of stuff works anymore. That said I did see a lot of turmoil through the eyes of other people, so that was useful and speaks to being a good observer being important to better writing.

I actually get kind of a kick hearing about scholarships that have really odd rules attached to them. Arbitrary rules and stuff are super annoying when you’re living with them, but fun to see from outside. Grants, and inheritances are also very similar in that way. A friend of mine had a really irritating set of rules imposed on some school money he inherited, which was kind of like one last slap in the face from beyond the grave. From a writer’s perspective it actually made for some good drama. From a character perspective it was annoying as fuck.

Well, I was given 3 more of those Zelda Gatcha figures. Someone had opened two of them so they knew it was Tetra and Skyward Zelda, the third was blind still so I ended up with OOT Zelda again. If anyone is collecting them we can set up a trade if you like. I only need Skyward Link now. I could probably get away with sticking this thing in an envelope since it’s so small. Anyway, whatever.

You know the Tetra and Link from Phantom Hourglass come with a hear container and an hourglass respectively. They don’t stick to any part of the stand, and they can’t hold them. It’s really weird. I don’t see why they would do that. They seem really superfluous. I stuck mine on with poster tack. Just so they wouldn’t get lost. I’m kind of surprised that the little heart container was still in the bubble with Tetra. A nerd must have opened it rather than a kid.

I’m a little surprised with myself. In spite of it being a shitty day I managed a little more story as well.

“He’s breathing.” She hissed. Alina motioned for Niona to prod him with her spear. As gently as she could Niona complied. As soon as the cold butt of the rod touched him Herrin sprang to life in a flurry of screaming and swinging. Everyone was startled by it and scattered in various directions away from him. Twig disappeared entirely as far as everyone could tell.
Backed into the corner Herrin was covering his eyes and brandishing a broken sword. It was still dangerous enough that no one dared aproach.

“come on, you bastards!” He yelled. “I still have some fight left in me!”

Nobody moved.

“Herrin, it’s me, Commander Alina.” She said slowly. “Regalius, Niona, and I came looking for you.”

“I don’t believe you… This place whispers… in the darkness.” He said shakily. “You’re using my mind against me!”

“Honestly, it’s us!” Niona pleaded. “Put down the sword.”

“No! You’re figments!” He replied waving the broken blade less forcefully than before.

“How can we prove who we are?” Regalius said tugging Julius casually towards the door.

“Ask us something only we would know.” Suggested Alina.

“If you’re a figment you’d know anything I would know you know, and if I didn’t know I wouldn’t know if you were right or not!” Herrin sputtered.

“That’s the most logical thing, presented in the craziest way, that I’ve ever heard.” Julius quipped.

Alina cast him a withering look. “Okay… fair enough.” She continued. “What can we do to prove who we are?”

“I don’t… Let me think…” He replied.

Now outside the room Regalius whispered to Julius. “Can you… shadowphase behind him, or something?”

“I don’t think so.” He replied. “Getting in the room was about my limit. Even then I don’t know how I’d be able to incapacitate him. He’s still strong enough to get a good strike in with that blade by the look of him. Can you put him to sleep?”

“He’s trained to resist. We all are.” Regalius said, peering around the door.

“Wait… I think I have an idea.” Exclaimed Julius, stepping back into the room, and whispering something to Niona.

“Herrin,” She said soothingly. “My spear is unique in all the world. Even if I was some kind of shape shifter I couldn’t replicate it, right?”

“Right…” He replied slowly.

“Here then!” She said tossing it onto the floor. “You could plant it right into that stone without harming it. If it’s fake it will blunt like any common weapon!”

Herrin eyed the spear cautiously. Slowly he reached out and tapped it, then grasped it and used it to stand. His eyes darted from the spear to the party and back as he steadied himself. He touched the clear tip of the weapon, mumbling. Then, suddenly, and with speed shocking for someone looking so haggard, he plunged the blade into the stone floor. A high pitched screech came from the stone and sparks erupted as he sank it the short distance to the staff. Then, as easily as pulling it from sand, he retracted the spear again.

“Only one in the world…” He said, sliding down the wall again. Tears forming in his eyes, but relieved laughter following his words.

Tension finally broken, the reunited friends rushed Herrin. Julius could hear the sounds of hugs, laughter, and tears as he walked out of the room and began looking for Twig.


Ha’s. Joyce and Sarah.

More like Joise and Lara, the dollar store knock offs.

Carol didn’t go to IU by any chance, did she?

I believe she went to AEIUO.

And sometimes the Y.

Arizona Educational Institue of Underachievement, Overacting, And Sometimes The Yulesongs?

Where they vowel to consonantly make bad puns.

hehe the fact that I find puns so funny say volumes about my sense of humour and where I got it from (my dad).
For any grammar pedants, I’m Australian, so for me humour is the proper spelling, silly Americans dropping vowels and replacing ‘s’ with ‘z’

You, sir.
Have just gained an infinite amount of internet cookies.
You have freed the spirit of puns.
You have, so to say, letter free.

And now we know who the booted first roomie was. Willis should be grateful for not having to do his own backstory.

I was thinking the same thing, even before I read the comments. My actual thought was, “so she went to university in the Walkyverse? That explains a few things …” Heh.

And am I the only one who looks at Carol’s face in panel 1 and starts breathing a bit heavier? Yes? Ah well, I gotta be me. :D

For some reason, the first panel made me laugh uncontrollably…I’m very confused by myself.

It’s the implication that Carol will drop her ice cream. That is inherently funny.

Or maybe I’m expecting her to Kirby it? Magic disappearing ice cream one way or another.

“But that made absolutely no sense!”
“This is a fantasy tale, magic explains away all logical discrepancies!”
“The horses?”
“The sitar?”
“Alyssa’s hair?”

I don’t know if this has been said before, but Google Chrome has been warning me against your website for like a month now, saying it had malware! I don’t know why, but it may be affecting others as well. Just a heads up!

Google seems to have an unresolved vendetta with this comic, you’re not the first to report this issue and odds are, you won’t be the last.

I had the same problem. If it’s Panda Cloud, check your task manager processes, follow the weird program and remove it.

Ha — Jo had better clean up the cone she’s gripping so tightly or she’s going to wind up wearing the ice cream.

I set up a college fund for the daughter of an old girlfriend years ago. Knowing her father wasn’t worth the paper he was printed on (he eventually dumped the family and skipped to Florida with a younger woman), I started putting away a little money from my Credit Union account every payday. When the girl turned 17, the Credit Union contacted me and told me there was about $44K in the fund. In retrospect,I guess that technically I was kind of a dick about how she was allowed to use the money. It could only be used to a.) fund college, b.) make a down payment on a house, or c.) start a business. No money for shopping sprees, new cars, or drunken Senior parties. As it was, she used a little over a quarter of the fund to go to a state college for the first year, then she won scholarships that put her through the last three years at the state university. There’s still a little over thirty grand in the account, so I know she hasn’t bought a house or started a business (she’s got a Political Science degree — an oxymoron if I ever heard one).

So, does that make me evil, or what?

Not at all – You are the man known as UNCLE.
Think of yourself in the same shoes as Napoleon Solo’s [Grandfather? or great aunt] who made a trust for his Manhattan penthouse so that he would always have a place to call home no matter what befell him due to fate or bad judgement.

Those are pretty reasonable. UNreasonable would have telling her what to study, or that she was only allowed to buy a certain kind of house, or that she had to open a business selling, I don’t know, sofas and quills or something ridiculous like that.

Ha. If I’d told her what to study, it wouldn’t have been PoliSci. Sofas? Mmm, y’okay, but quills? Perhaps buggy whips and horse brasses? Now I’m thinking of A Town Like Alice, in which the female lead had some stupid restrictions put on her inheritance.

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