Epic tale of mass proportions
If you saw this coming... you know me all too well :P
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But ANYWAY, continuing on with my story which, if interrupted again, will result in the interruptor being slowly and painfully almost-killed, brought back from the brink of death, only to be slowly and painfully almost-killed AGAIN until such time that they go BRAIN-DEAD FROM THE SHEER UNENDING ANGUISH OF IT, if you catch my drift. You WILL catch it.
Eep... again.
But that aside... my mind was telepathically linked to my main chamber in Tourian, and when I died it transferred all of my memories and knowledge up until that point into a clone I had sitting in a cryogenic chamber, which would activate and be thawed upon my death, in case such a situation were to arise.
*hover*
... that's it?
That pretty much covers all the bases, yeah.
Y'know what? Your stories suck.
I never once said it'd be an epic tale of mass proportions.
Y'know what? Screw you.
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.
