[I’m back! Posting once a day until I run out again, but hopefully I won’t! You’re all wonderful people for waiting. <3

Also, say hi to Hy, Cob, Al, and Cujo!]

[Another OOC update, I only have one Q in the inbox, so I’m looking for more so I can have a queue going! Also I feel bad for not updating; expect a longer-form comic in the next few days to make up for it! Thanks for the patience and support, and thanks to all the new followers waiting for content! Love ya~!]

crispycritters:

ask-cujo:

Come out! Come out! Can smell virus in blood. Come join infected. 

((You can find Kenny here!:D))

Kenny: FFFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKK MY ONLY PAIR OF PANTS GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DBHBJS JAAAAAAAAAAHSHYHAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH

Accurate, but I would NEVER smash Gunny. Holy hell, that guy… Am I gonna become like that? Fuck me…

I hope not.
Those things are fuckin&#8217; scary as hell.

[Ohai Hy and Cob, so nice to see you cameo &#8216;cause I&#8217;m a fan yes]

I hope not.

Those things are fuckin’ scary as hell.



[Ohai Hy and Cob, so nice to see you cameo ‘cause I’m a fan yes]

&#8230;He just got right back up, staggering around. Fucker nearly bit me.
It&#8217;s been weeks for me. I don&#8217;t know whether to count it as good luck, or a curse.

…He just got right back up, staggering around. Fucker nearly bit me.

It’s been weeks for me. I don’t know whether to count it as good luck, or a curse.

It was as good and bad as anyone’s family, I guess.

Mom was a 4th grade teacher and all kinds of strict and boring, I think me and my brother rebelled against her a lot. Or it could’ve just been dad’s influence on us. She was alright, though. I mean, she was my mom.

My brother, Art, was intent on annoying me into an early grave— maybe I shouldn’t use that phrase any more. Uh. Anyway. He was a lot younger than me, always bugging me to do shit for him, but he was at least a nice guy. He never lied, and God (or whatever) knows I did. He took the rap for me a bunch of times too. I miss him.

My dad was half-Indian, the American kind, not the Asian kind. I forget what tribe, it didn’t matter much to him. He was raised white anyway. He and mom got divorced when I was ten and Art was 5, so I didn’t get to see him a whole lot. I wish I had more. He was interesting. I think he wanted to be around more often, but he couldn’t. I hear he had a criminal past, but it might have just been my mom trying to turn us against him.

They didn’t deserve to die.

No words, just the melody. I&#8217;m working on it, it&#8217;s all I really think about. The issue is&#8230; I have no idea what it should be about.
Not to get all fucking philosophical, but what the hell is The Truth anyway? I haven&#8217;t been hit by any epiphanies here. I just keep dwelling on what my life used to be. My mom and dad and little brother. And my ex-girlfriend, a little bit. That&#8217;s not important, or the meaning of life, fucking stupid brain of mine&#8230;
&#8230;or&#8230; is it?

No words, just the melody. I’m working on it, it’s all I really think about. The issue is… I have no idea what it should be about.

Not to get all fucking philosophical, but what the hell is The Truth anyway? I haven’t been hit by any epiphanies here. I just keep dwelling on what my life used to be. My mom and dad and little brother. And my ex-girlfriend, a little bit. That’s not important, or the meaning of life, fucking stupid brain of mine…

…or… is it?

I remember looking like this. Fuck, I was hot once, do you get it? I don’t look like Jesus or Christian Bale or whoever on purpose, I just don’t have the energy or coordination to give myself a close shave and a haircut. I save what little I have for playing music.

Also, disturbing as it is, that’s what my memories look like to me. Grainy and slimy and off-colored, just like I’m about to be, one way or another.

Christ…

[Hey guys, just a quick OOC update. I work from Monday to Wednesday, and my ability to draw gets pretty janky after work.

So the blog will update every day, at least once a day, from Thursday to Sunday. Stay cool~]

I’d say it’s cloudy… with a chance of vomit.

I dunno who this guy is, but he clearly doesn’t want me to enjoy the panorama.