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Another new week, another new page. A shame it brings such bad news.

For once, the lugnut you all call a writer and artist has put me in charge to give you some bonus content.

Gaming has his…issue with gaming (I’d like to call it an obsession, possibly a malady), and Story will just…ramble for hours on end given the chance, so I guess I’ll be just as predictable and critique something.

Not this comic though, that’s too easy.

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Oh yes, there will be blood.

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Is it too much of a bad pun to mention carbon emissions? Maybe global warming?

Aw heck, “Here comes industrialisation” and “There goes the neighborhood” are taken anyways.

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And so the beginning is the end of the beginning.

Sorry that song’s stuck in my head from the Watchmen trailer…

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Where’s Tala when you need her? I’d really like to do something nasty to her for a change right now…

Not that I really support violence against women, I’m just getting a little burned out with doing this kind of stuff to Maeter.

And speaking of burned out, according to the Gregorgian calendar, I’m 19 years old as of yesterday. Smeg I feel old…

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And it only gets worse…

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I’m not in much of a hurry to get these next few pages out, and I’m sure you’ll know why when you all see them.

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I’m not much of a gardener and I generally find flowers to be very pungent, so perhaps that’s why the plants in this page are essentially randomly coloured variations of eachother.

And I bet none of you would have noticed if I hadn’t said it. Hah!

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I don’t dream. It’s odd to say but I don’t, I can lazily daydream, but when I’m fully asleep I must go straight past REM because I can’t remember having a dream for quite a few years.

As far back as my memory goes, the last dream I had was in the mid to late 90s. I wasn’t exactly a fan of the car roadshows my dad would drag me and my brother on, and that dream was of one spontaneously bursting into flames. In retrospect, given the age of the cars there, “spontaneously” may be the wrong word.

My last nightmare goes back even further, and as near as I can recall, which I admit isn’t much, it went something very much like this. Everyone has their demons, some are just a bit more vocal than others.