Page 10 09/20/2012

And here we go, the first new page in a while. The vacation took longer than expected. Had fun though.
Only three more pages in the first chapter!
Maybe I'll have more time to work on it, ragequit a second time in dark souls, and uninstalled it. Reinstalling it now though. Wish I could afford Assassin's Creed III, but can't yet. Need more priorities.

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EDIT:
Should have added this earlier, I've been recovering from the trip, sorry:

Transcript:
Mason: Hey, it's a terrible way to start life, having to deliberately end another one.
But it's not like you could get out of it.
Or...
You could run. Run and keep running.
Run and she lives.
She suffers forever.
But she lives.
Run and keep running.
And she won't die.
Yet.
Laus: No, I'll do it. Someone has to. Someone else will just do it if I don't.
Mason: Not running? Do you need any help, then?
Laus: Just... let me end this quick.

Page 9 9/12/12

Here's the new page as promised. I apologize for the somewhat mind-screwy image-text relations, but I originally planned for this page to be used earlier for more exposition purposes before deciding the ambiguity worked better. Well, if there still is any at this point any way. I'm pretty sure you've figured out what's going on with Laus, anyway. Or at least what his job is.

Transcript:
Mason: You can't run away from this, Fresh. You're one of them. A Pale Angel.
No one else likes it either. I definitely don't.
But you're still one of them, and you still have
a
job
to
DO!

Wait a day. ~9/11~

I changed my mind. Apologies to those who were reminded to check via Criticism (I'm nocturnal, this is still during said day). No story update today. I had the image all loaded up, and decided to do something else today.

You've all heard these before.

But Eleven years ago on this day, an atrocity was committed, one which I would quote Fred Gallagher (if I'm worthy of quoting him, as infantile as my comic is as of yet,) as "Painting with blood."

I bring it up because it must not be forgotten.

It need not haunt us every day of our lives, by any means, and any other day of the year it's more than possible you could catch me make a joke at the occasion's expense! But it was a horrible thing, and said jokes are more for the lightening of the mood than actual disdain for those lost, and it must still be held as an incident which shows exactly how evil mankind can be to one another, for no other purpose than hatred and jealousy.

I hastily drew up today's special page in memorial, and I don't pretend to have the skill of others.

But if every fledgling webcomic from now on devotes just one page in their entire run to this day, the lives lost senselessly will never be forgotten.

It strikes me how coincidentally similar two thirds of the main villains planned for Criticism are to the wretches who attacked New York, striking not to gain land, or to gain wealth, or any conventional motivation. My inspirations for them indeed lay elsewhere, but the connection lay nonetheless.

And there would be a connection, for those villains are evil. It is a sad truth that the world of reality has decided not to differentiate from fiction in this respect.

We shouldn't lose hope, nonetheless.

And pardon the filibuster, and feel free to disagree, it's my opinion, and doesn't need to be shared, but a president, who will remain nameless, who chooses to divulge and leak state and military secrets surrounding the downfall of the monster who attacked us eleven years ago for a petty political popularity ploy seems to have matched himself nicely with the third main villain of Criticism. Note that I designed that character well before the incident. But he deserves no respect for such actions. And I hold no guilt for my alliterating accusations.

Just something to think about.

All politics aside, them being a nasty buisness,

A special page.

 

Thank you for putting up with this today.
Real page will be up tomorrow. <Read: "4 or 5 am."

Page 8 09/03/2012

*muffled*"woohoo!"*/muffled*

Another page. About time. Been terribly distracted, more than I shoulda let myself, but I rediscovered minecraft. You should play it if you have the time. Make sure you have alot of time. Tons of time. Minecraft will konsume you. You will be so carried away in the constant eternal mining, that you will never be able to let it go. Unless you accidentally hop in a lava pit carrying your diamond equipment and entire obsidian stash. I was trying to make portals, okay?

Needless to say, It's result was me (hopefully) "getting back on track". I don't intend any more pages this week, though I will only uphold that if I compromise and post over on Skyborn every night. With PROGRESS. I'm sorry I'm so lazy, gomen, gomen.

Transcript:
Laus: I won't do it! I can't... can't. I just can't.
Laus (Thought): I can't... it can't be my purpose. That's not something anyone should do. Nothing anyone should have to do. It's... it's just unnatural! Wrong!
Why me? Why is it me? you didn't need to bring me in. You know I can't do it! Why did You put me here?