Nature's pockets
If you're wondering what they're talking about with the one-month thing, there was a big delay before this comic was made. To make a long story short, my mom dying, combined with the first Christmas without her, her birthday being pretty much right after, and my childhood home being sold, it's been taking a hell of a beating on me. I'm in a pretty deep pit of depression at the moment, so comics will be a bit sporadic until I can snap myself out of that. Unfortunately, the only cure of something like this is the inexorable tick of time.
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Ok, well... screw all that. LEt's get the hell out of here.
*toss*
I mean seriously, how the hell long were we in there? It felt like frickin' forever. *click*
Yeah, but I was in there with YOU, so it could have been like... a month for all I care. *grab*
*turn*
*tuck*
Ok, if you don't want me to turn these missiles RIGHT the hell back on, you'll st-wait, what? Where in the world did you just cram that stupid hat?
Oh, just between my fat folds.
...I can only FATHOM how bad that hat will smell in the extraordinarily near future.
You mean how AWESOME that hat will smell! Wanna see what else I've got jammed in there?
Aaaand since I'm currently choking back vomit, guess what my answer to that is.
Metroid, Samus, Kraid, and the rest of 'em are all property of Nintendo, who to my knowledge wouldn't do anything such as sue me or shut poor Planet Zebeth down, because they're so damn nice, and Metroid kicks ass : }
This particular comic strip was made solely by me, by that happy little program known as KolourPaint. Yes, the one that everyone runs in fear from. That's why the comic looks the way it does.
