Patience by pog
And now it's back to the game Kraid loves to play.
Hmm... no doubt about it... this is definitely the arm from my suit. WHy they threw it over here is beyond me though. Well... the past good while has been kinda hazy... odds are I did something to make 'em toss it.
And I DO remember that they supposedly stole my suit. This... kinda kills the chance that they were lying. Damn... and I'm out of missiles too. And I don't understand Metroid either, so I can't even talk to them.
Ok, well no sense wasting time here. I'll try to find my way back to the bar and get Kraid to help translate... maybe refill some missiles on the way. Worst case scenario... I *shudder* flash Kraid a little skin to get him to help me.
Y'know... I REALLY don't see how playing pogs with you explains ANYTHING at all.
I've got this weird hunch that waiting here at the bar will lead to lots of answers and good things. Now take your shot.
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.