Continuing the horrible comic book I drew in high school from 1993.
Toxic waste! I think it’s common knowledge at this point as to what happens when folks come into contact with toxic waste.
I don’t know!! With two exclamation points. Because: look at this guy. That’s supposed to be muscles or something. Gross.
I was a really good writer. I was able to take how people talk, myself in his case, and translate it to the page. “Somehow I think this is not good” That’s fucking gold.
That again! Haha! Awesome. One thing that has stayed the same in my comics even now, is half-page panels of heads talking. Backgrounds are hard. And boring.
The thrilling conclusion tomorrow gang!