KennyMan666 posted:

...okay, not really. But this is where Apocalypse Johto posting does come to an end. No more pages exist.

Tendales posted:

She's peacing out of the world of make-believe. IIRC, she's actually a character made by the creator's RL friend and borrowed for TPOH, so maybe she's allowed to escape just out of 'don't break other people's stuff' rules.

Zulily Zoetrope posted:

i do not care for this comic's portrayal of asian americans

bweep boop! posted:

Maybe the wrong place to ask, but does anyone recall a comic that had the punchline "goddamn sex blimp!" or something to that effect?

Lurk Ethic posted:

Good eye. I agree with all of this.

Okay, onto another one of my favorites. Pretty sure I also read this one here, years ago.

Boys' Night Out

Phosphine posted:

One can make reasonable conclusions.

Lurk Ethic posted:

I got you covered here they are again.

Boys' Night Out

Empty Sandwich posted:

here's an article about webcomics from 2011. KC Green is wearing a MBMBAM shirt.

http://archive.boston.com/lifestyle/articles/2011/08/02/the_new_webcomic_entrepreneurs/

e-dt posted:

quote:

https://www.amazon.com/Tales-Narts-Ancient-Legends-Ossetians/dp/0691211523
“45 ♦ HOW SHIRDON HELD A MEMORIAL FEAST FOR HIS ANCESTORS

On meeting Shirdon the Narts, first one, then other, said to him, “You should arrange memorial feasts in honor of your deceased relatives, so that in the Land of the Dead they do not envy others. You commit a serious offense in not keeping up the customary feasts to the deceased ones, as we all do!”

Others were not beyond teasing him with meanness, mockingly saying, “Among us Narts you will not find another like you, ignoring the dead.”
Shirdon understood very well why the Narts were so concerned with his forebears. He, poor fellow, had only one single cow, and the Narts were eager to eat it. Why else were they worried about his relations?

“Well, let his deceased relations remain without food, and sit hiding their hunger among the other deceased ones!” So they spoke amongst themselves.”

For a long time Shirdon kept silent on the matter, but at last said, “Well, you know that I have nothing, so how can I give memorial feasts?”

“Ask among your living relatives and friends, and let them help you, but on no account leave your dead forebears without food, without honor!”

Shirdon collected from relations what they could spare, and gathered his own things together until he had enough for a memorial feast. He then brought in a stove with firewood and stood it on the hearth. Then with a huge two-eared cauldron, he began to brew some beer. But in preparing this he portrayed himself as a simple fellow, stupid even. Everyone knew that to brew good beer you need to put twenty measures of malt in a two-eared cauldron, but he poured into it only one. He boiled it and boiled it, and for several days kept the fire going, but the beer, of course, was not ready.

However Shirdon, as usual, knew what he was doing! People thought that he was preparing a good stock of beer for the memorial feast. Next he slew a sheep, and threw its carcass into another cauldron.

“My forebears have long now had no need of food,” he said to himself, “but the Narts will get one poor sheep among them, and make do with that!”
The news that Shirdon was preparing a memorial feast spread quickly. On the day of the feast Shirdon gathered together a beer-server, a baker, and two stupid young fellows whom he invited to serve at table, and said, “You will be busy serving at the feast table, and won’t have time to eat then, so take some refreshment now, or you’ll miss it.” He told them to kill a couple of chickens and roast them, and gave them some whiskey to drink. When this was done they poured the beer into barrels.

Then he sent messengers to invite the Narts to the memorial feast, and while waiting started up a discussion with the servers about which came first—the chicken or the egg? Already tipsy from the whisky, they quickly began to quarrel. One said, “The chicken, of course!” Another retorted, “But the chicken must have come from an egg!” So the argument grew into a fight between them, and they began to strike one another. Then Shirdon interfered , pretending that he wanted to separate them, and seemingly, by chance, he knocked over the barrels of beer. At once he began to show his distress, and to roundly scold his helpers.

“You have done me in! I’m finished! I have only just sent messengers to invite the Narts to the feast, and you have made me upset all my beer! How can I face the Narts now, when they arrive?”

He was just swearing at his helpers, when the eldest Narts came into the courtyard. Shirdon ran out to them, and said in distressful tones, “My servers are stupid fellows! They have spoiled everything! They started arguing about which came first, the chicken or the egg, and it led to a quarrel. They began to fight, and I tried to stop them, and in doing so the barrels of beer that I had prepared got knocked over, and all was spilled. How can we have a memorial feast now?”

The elder Narts glanced at each other, shook their heads, and went off home. On their way they met other Narts also coming to the feast, and when they heard what had happened, they too dispersed to their homes, and did not attend the memorial celebrations. ”

“As for the food that Shirdon had prepared—well, that remained for him to eat alone.

Boba Pearl posted:

This thread makes me wish google hadn't killed RSS feeders, so so many stuff are missing it because I think I would have kept up with so much poo poo if it was just fed to me in a feed I curated.

ultrafilter posted:

"A boop on the snoot makes the whole world moot" scans better IMO.

MokBa posted:

I made a mini comic! It was available at SPX 2008.

Kennel posted:

That's some fake rear end Lion Man.
(I'm not going to post more)

fritz posted:

Prairie Bus posted:

Thanks for posting these. I love the author’s voice. I think they also did some of these news stories as jc dracula, right?

https://www.somethingawful.com/comedy-goldmine/think-ive-invented/2/

Wonderfully strange stuff.

fritz posted:

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Emzedoh posted:

And that was the final chapter of Witch Vasenka's War! Nadya pulls off an Orpheus with minor side effects, love blooms on the battlefield, Dicke Bertha gets kicked in the face one last time. I hope people enjoyed this somewhat whimsical reimagining of a frankly pretty nasty time in human history. Maybe you learned something about eastern European tradition? Maybe you just liked seeing Nazis get blown up.

fritz posted:

Lion Man

DACK FAYDEN posted:

Mighty Star isn't that long, if it didn't have the random nips I'd say you should post it cause it was great

rydiafan posted:

Judging by stuff like Narts I think this thread can handle a few nips.

By popular demand posted:

Bring it on!

fritz posted:

the holy poopacy posted:

This seems extremely rad, looking forward to the rest

Tenebrais posted:

This was very good. Do you have a link to where it's from? I'd like to share it.

fritz posted:

This next one is by Lars Brown (https://www.larsbrown.com/comics.html), I was reminded of it when Iron Circus sent out a sale notice for a previous thread-appearer, Abby Howard's "Last Halloween", on the grounds that it was banned in a Missouri school. Turns out those fucks banned a lot of comics (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1AVW8q-B4uSZIJ3mLqc5tY8DZyojI1KLIVBQzSCb7lbg/edit#gid=0) , including this one,