A webcomic by Emil "Amake" Wikström
©2007-2008
2008:08:11:09:52:XX
2008:07:31:10:24:7
On the positive side, I've felt bad about neglecting the comic rather than just apathic. The will to draw is still there. (And yesterday I read a revelationary interview with Alan Moore.) I don't think I'll ever stop again.
2008:07:10:16:42:00
2008:06:25:11:05:03
2008:05:30:22:51:61
This time I had some deep personal revelations. No kidding. I feel better about myself than I have in years and I wish I had someone I could talk to about it. Or just about Mister Nobody, the only villain in the history of fiction whose death didn't make anyone happy.
Meanwhile, the comic trudges along, if at a glacial pace. Enjoy.
In other news, we've got a new comic and a couple of spectacular new links over on the link page. If you can find it. :3
2008:01:14:16:32:48
No time to talk, I've roughly ten thousand pages left to draw.
News
2008:08:11:13:17:19
So I drew an actual, moving-the-story-along comic by way of celebrating. I think I'll manage one or two more pages today, and chapter 1 has only one or two more pages to go. . .
Today's double update of content-free scenery pictures brings us, at long last, ahead of the other, funnier comic I've neglected horribly for most of the year. So I'm gonna celebrate.
Shit, it's been three weeks? I thought it was two. Some two weeks ago an huge truck of bad news ran over my family: You wouldn't believe the amounts of divorces, teen pregnancies, criminal trials and deaths that I was told about within the space of three or four days. So I've been sort of busy.
Today is almost like one of those random art insertions some webcomics use to take a break from regular updates. Except we have no regular updates, and the art isn't random but adds a little more character to the village.
In today's update, I get my revenge on all the kids in school who used to tease me because I was weaker than them. Which of course is what superhero comics is all about.
This week I've taken large doses of optic drugs curtsey of Grant Morrison. Read the parts I've missed of Doom Patrol, and then Seaguy, and then Flex Mentallo, and that's about when the drugs really kicked in. If you've read about or otherwise had experience of psychedelics you know what I mean but won't believe me when I say that from what I've read, the symptoms of my reading this stuff are identical to dropping LSD. My mind gets blown away a little further every damn time I open one of his books.
Welcome to the re-re-re-re-re-relaunch. Hopefully I'll stick with it this time. Seventh time is the charm, right?