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Sooooo....yeah.

New page!

My arm kinda hurts from all that.

But yeah, lettering!

Every word is a different font.

And Nigel is fitting in perfectly. (not really)

But yeah!

i don't have a scanner, which is like flying a plane with no engines. 

For newcomers saying why the little i?

i have always had a spark of anarchy, but since i made a mistake by being a good kid, i have to keep that reputation. But i'm a rebel. Probably.

i want to tell you a little story from my childhood.

When i was only a little lad, i rode a bus to school.

The eager little scamp in me couldn't wait till the stop, and leaped from my seat and started hopping toward the door. Just then, a driver suddenly came to a stop in his cherry red car, and the bus halted with extreme haste, causing an impulse that projected me from the middle to the back of the bus. I do believe i slid on my buttocks for the entire time. So i will be known as the kid that slid across the bus.

If you like these life stories, do tell me. There is  a voting system little further down the page. Scroll down and vote.

Oh yeah, and Titanic II sunk. Who would have guessed it?

K bye!

*snowboards away on an avalanche of kittens*

Big Gig Page 18

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Continuity!

Welcome back  y'all! Hope you enjoyed the last page. Now in this one, we have metaphores!

yay!

So the dice and cubes represent children and games, like you know those little boxes with numbers and letters they let you play with as a kid?

The non-iPhone generation will get it.

Next we have the snake or:

The Ouroboros or Uroboros (/jʊərɵˈbɒrəs/; /ɔːˈrɒbɔrəs/, from the Greek οὐροβόρος ὄφις tail-devouring snake) is an ancient symboldepicting a serpent or dragon eating its own tail.

The Ouroboros often symbolizes self-reflexivity or cyclicality, especially in the sense of something constantly re-creating itself,the eternal return, and other things such as the phoenix which operate in cycles that begin anew as soon as they end.

From Wikipedia. Don't judge.

Teh pewpil...*coughs*

The pupil of the eye is the world,like in the previous page.

And...what?

You'll have to wait for the next page. A real piece of eye candy. But it won't be in colour.

Before you scootaloo on to another website, quick announcement:

 to my fans from Russia,

China,

America,

thank you for the wait. School ends on new year where I live.

On January I will pick up the pace and end the first issue. 

Hold tight!

*sails away on Titanic II* 

I have a baad feeling about this...

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BLASPHEMY OF THE HIGHEST ORDER!

HOW DARE i (anarchy still reigns) DISAPPOINT YOU!

But in all seriousness, i apologize.

Thank you China, for all the support.

School is going great!

Where I live one more month, then a well deserved break.

Expect continuity in January. 

When the first issue ends.

So look, I may be late sometimes, but I will never forget you.

Hey look! The page is in color!
Yes it is, during the song.
This is added to give the song soul.

And yes the last two panels are a song.
Sorry for being late.

Artist awaay!
*rides into the sunset*

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*birthday dance*

Hey guys (girls too!)how's it going?         I saw the light of life on September 18th not so long ago.
So this weeks page is late because 
i worked very hard on it, and I love it!!!

It seems i have made a pact with a fierce warrior of the webcomic nation, and all around awesome person, the author of Full Fledged.
Maybe I'll make a community.
 

Yeah, i like that.
If you wanna check out Full Fledged, I'm afraid you wont like me anymore. But what can you do?

First to comment gets a free muffin!

K bye!

 

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WE HAVE HIT TEN PAGES!

*champagne pops in the background*

Hey dudes, wazzap?

Thank you for joining me on this historic night.

Tonight we like!

TONIGHT WE SHARE!

TONIGHT WE COMMENT!

Tonight... we love.

NOT!

If Mrs. Lou sounds familiar, i tweaked the song  title MISIRLOU because copyright.

If you haven't heard it Google it.

So i'm late this time because i (get used to i ) had a vomit streak after listening to Nicki Minaj.

I will get better don't worry.

Gallery will be up soon.

This will from now on be a community for comics that just started, because sharing other peoples comics worked so well.

If you have a comic leave a link, and I will see it and I will share it and comment.

Riggedy Sunshines, ADIOS!

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Just for the record; THOSE AREN'T  EARS ON THE CAR! It's read THRAMMM.

Okay, now that i have got that out of my system,let's continue. I am astonished. 339 views, no comments.

I just wanna see someone caring about what i am doing.           None of my friends think this is cool, so, meh.

Here, have an homage to Dire Straits. 

A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travelers came walking down the track
And they never went further, and they never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, and then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow

I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road

You know, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder, like you don't seem to care
But believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again

From all of these signs saying, "sorry, but we're closed"
All the way
Down the telegraph road

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And the third page is done. The comic doesn't have a lot of story to it... yet. And sorry for the scanning quality. This is my first real comic.