Raddish

This comic is late in the sense that it wasn't finished last night. It's Monday and the comic is up, however, so, you know, count your blessings, praise your gods.

I told you, Fiona! I told you you'd be in this one! This comic is ALMOST verbatim, but not quite. Interacting with high school students older than yourself, even ones you associate with, is a risky business, or so I am told. I spend a lot of time thinking about how to get my stuff published and extend my vast internet empire. Sometimes I need comics like this to tell me, "YOU'RE FOURTEEN, DAGNABBIT! CHILL OUT!"

I love doing wordy strips like this.

I think I'm finally getting the hang of Flash, which is good. Shading is go, which is definitely an improvement. Next up: backgrounds.

Well, that's all for now. I got a new DS to replace my old, broken DS (as seen in an earlier strip)! More on that Wednesday. (Or maybe...tomorrow?)

You finally delivered, Max. Man, you would be such a terrible crack dealer. Always bringing the goods late. Anyway, you know your Cool Older Friends are always around to knock you down a peg or two, even if you do quit doing self-depricating comics.

Yes! Ha ha!

For those who don't read Fiona and my IM conversations, the deal was that if she was in this comic, she would change her guest username to something that resembled her ACTUAL NAME. (Previously, she was sponsored solely by the letter F.)

What...what are dead arms?

PS - super duper awesome face in the 2nd panel. I am not worthy.

I'm not ENTIRELY sure, but it involves arms, punching, and PAIN-- in fact, those may be the ONLY ingredients.

Oh, and thanks!

The joys of full color...I will never know thee.

Le sigh.