Annotations Every Day - Written by T Campbell & Flo Kahn - Illustrated by John & Jason Waltrip
Guilded Age
The Saga of the Working Class Adventurer – New comics every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday!
Barbarous
Ananth Hirsh, Yuko Ota
A crummy wizard and an anxious monster have to get over themselves and bring order to an apartment building full of misfits.
Augustine
Winter Jay Kiakas, Windy
August and her ragtag group are just like everyone else, simply surviving in the treacherous Crater... When they stumble into what may be an artifact of the ancient past, their lives are thrown into a much bigger loop as they trifle with bounty hunters, monsters and gods.
Cyanide & Happiness
Explosm
Satire, dark humor and surreal humor.
The Forgotten Order
Christy
A young witch for whom every spell is a misfire finds solace and friendship in her new companion - a cursed doll.
Widdershins
Kate Ashwin
A series of light-hearted Victorian-era adventure stories featuring grumpy bounty hunters, accidental thiefkings, and more, in England's magical capital city Widdershins!
ARISE, YE SKELETON KING
Brian Clevinger, Escher Cattle, Lee Black
A troupe of wandering "adventurers" down to their last silver "acquire" a map only to find the real treasure was the fiend they dug up along the way.
Guilded Age
T Campbell, John Waltrip, Florence Machina
Welcome to the saga of the working-class adventurer! Enjoy the complete story with new annotations daily!
Edison Rex
Chris Roberson
The adventures of the world’s greatest villain who, after defeating his superheroic nemesis, decides that he’s the only one left to defend the world.
Not Drunk Enough
Tess Stone
Logan Ibarra is possibly the unluckiest repairman in the world. A late night job should not have landed him in the middle of a mad scientist's squabble, but he soon finds himself surrounded by monsters and further madness with little tools to get out.
Ride or Die
Mars Heyward
Ride or Die is an LGBTQ webcomic about two street racers who team up with a demon-possessed muscle car in the search for a missing woman, while being hunted by a deadly religious cult.
Scape
Lauren
Sula has always preferred to forge her own path, but before she knows it, she is pulled into the middle of a civil war between man and monster!
How to be a Werewolf
Shawn Lenore
Malaya Walters was bitten by a werewolf as a child. After being raised by her human family, she faces the chance to learn what being a werewolf is really like as an adult.
Alexander, The Servant & The Water of Life
Reimena Yee
The 21st century retelling of the life and legends of Alexander the Great.
Quick$ilver
Crypto
The flirtatious, directionless, and ever disastrous Luci searches for excitement in a life of crime, and finds himself caught in a web of messy romance and bad blood.
Nerf Now!!
Josué Pereira
A cute webcomic about fanservice, video games, and... love. Mostly video games, though.
Love Not Found
Gina Biggs
Abeille is on a quest to find someone who wants to do it the old-fashioned way in a time when touching has become outdated.
Goodbye to Halos
Valerie Halla
Cuddles, gay flirting, weird feelings, and magic-fueled knife fights - it's an adventure across the queer multiverse!
Blindsprings
Kadi Fedoruk
Tamaura, wrested into a world 300 years in the future, must find a way to save the magic fading from her country.
Headless Bliss
Clover
A story about story-telling, and other metaphysical themes such as Nightmares! (Failed) Teamwork! Comedy! And more!
Beeserker
TJ Cordes
This comic is about a robot powered by bees, but it's also about the kind of people who think filling a robot with bees is a good idea, and why they're wrong.
Gzhel Guardian
Atla Hrafney, nushanchel
The Railway World is a complex, mysterious network of trains, towns and mechanical monsters. Leo is a Guardian of one of these towns, and although their burn-out and depression has taken hold of them, they have one last job to finish.
Aquapunk
Lo
In an underwater world of unknown coordinates, inhabited by aliens, ghosts, and robots, a young member of a warrior underclass is framed for a crime and goes on the run. Little does he know he is part of a grand design that only gods and ancestors could choreograph.
The End
August Brown, Cory Brown
Two aliens crash a sci-fi convention and accidentally take seven nerds on an adventure that spans the galaxy!
Empowered
Adam Warren
A sexy superhero comedy (except when it isn't) about the never-ending struggles of a plucky but very unlucky young superheroine.
Star Impact
Jack McGee
A young, energetic woman fights her way up in the world of super-powered boxing after discovering the mighty gloves of her missing idol!
The Golden Boar
Magnolia Porter Siddell
A young woman joins a group of summoners who call forth Guardian Beasts to protect their isolated magical island. Unfortunately, her Guardian Beast is nothing like she'd imagined, and he's about to change her life, and everything she thought she knew about herself...
Little Tiny Things
Clover
What are the little things that move us? The simple joys that warm our bodies and hearts? The micro life of insects that influence our world more than we think? The tiny steps we make everyday to have a happier tomorrow?
This is Not Fiction
Nicole Mannino
What do you do when the person you're in-love with is an anonymous romance novelist? Get your best friend to hire your worst enemy for help!
Namesake
Isa, Meg
There's ghosts at your heels and fairy tale worlds ahead. What do you do? Jump down the rabbit hole!
The Weave
Rennie Kingsley
A young woman pursued by bad luck is witness to the murder of the Fairy Queen of Summer. Can she get to the bottom of this mystery?
Lies Within
Lacey
Lysander's aimless and carefree life is turned upside down when he accidentally discovers that the cute boy next door, Simon, is a literal monster
Missing Monday
Elle Skinner
Two girls fall in love through a magic door connecting their worlds. When Monday suddenly goes missing, it's up to Foyle to find her. How she's going to navigate an entirely unfamiliar world is another matter.
Kochab
Sarah Webb
A YA F/F fantasy comic about Sonya, a lost skier trying to survive a snowy wilderness and find her way back to her village; and Kyra - a fire spirit trying to fix the home that she let fall apart around her.
Freakshow
Scotty
A festival of broken people, blood flows in the center ring. Come one and come all, to the greatest show in all of Paris.
Stand Still, Stay Silent
Minna Sundberg
A few generations after the end of the world, a small, poorly financed research crew is sent out to rediscover whatever is left of the forbidden old world in the south.
The Last Diplomat
Cat Farris
Samma and Tark didn't ask to be stuck together, but now they're partners on the adventure of a lifetime.
Saint for Rent
Ru Xu
Saint Halliday runs an inn for Time Travelers. Unfortunately, he seems to attract other supernatural "guests," too.
Within
Verena Loisel
A young hitman meanders between a reality that seems to happen without him, and his dreams where he is lost in an endless house. When he makes an accidental friend, his world is shaken up and he realizes there are things he can't remember about himself.
Darkling Bright
Chris Hazelton
Kieran Bright is a college student home for the summer and roped into an online reunion with his old neighborhood friends in the most recent update of their favorite childhood MMORPG.
At least, he was, and that was the idea...
Join Kieran and his friends as they are pulled into another reality that may or may not be real and are forced to confront their own identities, the nature of simulated universes and reality itself.
Astral Aves
Moon Cabal
A fantasy coming-of-age following the adventures of Astra The Black and friends, as they navigate the mysterious world around them. It's politics, adventure, and the supernatural; oh, and crazy hair.
Trying Human
IntroducingEmy
Two women separated by over half a century are brought together by an alien-filled conspiracy involving murder, mystery and romance!
Alice and the Nightmare
Misha Krivanek
Alice finally attends University to learn to collect the dreams of humans, meet new friends, and deal with a pesky reflection along the way.
The Substitutes
Myisha Haynes
What happens when three roommates accidentally acquire otherworldly and powerful magic weapons destined for someone else?
Sleepless Domain
Mary Cagle (Cube Watermelon)
In a world where magical girls and their battles are commonplace, loss has become all too common as well.
Dumbing of Age
David M Willis
Joyce has been homeschooled her entire life until now, when she's suddenly a freshman in college! Things don't go well.
Cassiopeia Quinn
Gunwild, Psudonym
A cute, pantsless thief is pursued across the stars by a buttoned-up military officer in the spacey, laser-filled future.
Monsterkind
Taylor C
Wallace Foster, a young, bright-eyed human social worker, has his entire world view rocked when he's suddenly relocated into a city primarily inhabited by monsters.
Sister Claire
Yamino
In the troubled aftermath of a great war between Witches and her fellow Nuns, novice Sister Claire just wants a purpose.
Nigh Heaven & Hell
Scotty
Heather Vodihn is on a simple mission: find her father. However she becomes entangled with two strangers with mysterious powers being stalked by a group with bizarre demands. Heather must learn to trust her new traveling companions, even if she is untrustworthy herself.
Sakana
Mad Rupert
Our heroes must navigate a hazardous dating scene, overcome personal anxieties, and wrangle unruly seafood in order to find love, peace of mind, and a paycheck.
Guilded Age is co-written by T Campbell & Flo Kahn, and illustrated by John Waltrip. Site design by Samantha Kyle. Fonts by Blambot.com.
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Axemas is always best with a nice helping of the holiday boast
You call that a bad holiday experience? *THIS* is a bad holiday…hey…hey, who’s fucking with my medicine!?
That’s not a bad holiday experience, that’s a spoon!
I see you’ve played bad-holiday-experiencey-spoony before!
Kaye’s speech bubble in panel 1 seems unfinished somehow…
Crappy laptop speakers.
Crappy wlan signal.
Artist in a hurry to finish before his crappy holiday.
;)
Dude, spoilers.
First rule of bad holiday: Don’t talk about bad holiday.
This is a somewhat unfair game of who gets the last brownie. Even if Kaye wins she has no means of getting it.
Who said the reward is brownies?
So they’re celebrating Festivus?
In this game the winner and the loser is the loser and the winner respectively.
Yeah.
Whoever loses, we win.
I’m betting it’s Skippy, or maybe Scipio. I think she named her character after her cat, and is kinda role-playing the cat. I mean, doesn’t it remind you of Scipio? Kind of taciturn and reserved. A bit aloof.
Urg. Replied to the wrong comment. :p
Cat jumps on laptop in 3… 2…
Cat needs a name!
I’d suggest Keyboard Cat, but I think that’s been takennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnvjbfjabv
Murphy.
He *does* look like the Champion of the Fuzzy Peoples… now maybe we know Auraugu’s real-life player?
I’d name the cat after an in-game villain or event. Maybe Scipo’s class or after a villain easily beaten.
Hmmm, how about Cutlass? It’s not Scipo’s weapon choice but still a fun name
It was December of 2011, and I was a month away from the end of my service in the Israel Air Force. Which normally means I don’t do shit. However, my colonel’s secretary had a two-week guard duty in the north and got off on the technicality that she didn’t want to do it and had a colonel on he side. So I got to do it instead. It ended up being the coldest and rainiest two weeks of the year.
I was in rehearsals for a play at the time, so two weeks away from the rest of the cast was pretty annoying, too. On New Year’s eve I sent the following text message to the girl who was playing my wife: “The storm clouds are mounting and the rain is starting to fall. It’s a little intimidating sitting in this tiny guard post, a lone lightbulb my only friend in the darkness. So while I’m here, the icy wind whistling through the plywood around me, I want to tell you that you’re the best stage-wife ever.”
Her response to this veritable poem? This imagery worthy of a novel? “Thanks!!” One word. Two exclamation points. That was my New Year’s Eve.
At least it was a whole word.
“Thx!”
Are they thanking you, or promoting a sound system for movies?
Congratulations -> congrats -> gratz -> gz
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!1
Also, secretaries get guard duty? Badass.
…since this is a bit of an invitation to share our own crappy-Christmas stories…
My mother-in-law left my father-in-law the year before just before Christmas. A year later she committed suicide and her ass-hole former coworker found out first and called me and let me know in the most snarky tone I’ve ever heard..
*mic drops and walks off the stage*
We’ve all come to terms with the whole thing, to the point of I accuse anyone that breaks out the “I banged your Mom last night” of being a necrophiliac. Few things kill that line of insults as fast. …it’s actually kind of fun seeing how fast they shut up.
…one year, not the year. English, thou hast failed me so!
Oh wow, this reminds me of the time a college classmate died in her sleep right after my best friend from back home passed away, and I found out over MSN messenger from someone who had no idea that I was still jetlagged from my trip to go to the funeral. I mean, yours sounds worse, but it reminded me.
Damn. Just…damn, man, that one really wins. I’m so sorry! :-(
My little (and only) brother was born 3 months premature, with a medical condition known as hydrocephalus. It causes excessive brain fluid to build up and crush the brain against the skull, so in most cases a shunt is implanted that drains the excess fluid into the abdominal cavity where it gets absorbed by the body and eventually flushed out. A properly functioning shunt is one of those things one hardly gives much thought to, like kidneys or a normal heartbeat. But, like those organs, a shunt that’s clogged or failing can really throw things into a major tailspin.
My brother was about 8 at the time, and he and my Dad had already been in an accident several months earlier that left us very nervous but at the time, nothing seemed out of order. What nobody had noticed was that a small piece of tissue had dislodged, and eventually made its way into his shunt intake and clogged it. This happened during Thanksgiving–literally as we were getting ready to serve the turkey–and my brother went from arguing with me over the dinner rolls one minute, to collapsed on the floor vomiting violently with his eyes rolled so far downward, only the whites showed. A hydrocephalic in the throes of shunt failure is a frightening sight to say the least. Imagine the worst concussion you’ve ever had, then multiply that by a hundred.
He died and was revived twice in the ER. He died and revived three more times in the ambulance to the children’s hospital. He had a grand-mal seizure so powerful he flung himself off the gurney and had to be restrained. His veins collapsed. Things looked grim as hell.
It took over a day just to stabilize him enough for emergency surgery.
When he came out of the OR, he was comatose and his heart refused to beat on its own. He was hooked up to an automatic defib machine because his heart refused to stabilize, and there was discussion of moving him to the Terminal Ward of the hospital. It was strange, sitting in a festively decorated waiting room while the doctor talked about my brother in such morbid tones. Mom had to make arrangements on potential organ donations and funeral preparations. We all expected the worst. My Dad tried to keep me occupied but the joy was forced and hollow.
For more than two weeks we all sat, and waited, and worried. Mom lived at that hospital, sleeping in the lounge chair in my brother’s darkened room. The lights had to be kept dim and noise levels kept low or else he would overstimulate and go into seizures. He would drift into wakefulness just long enough to squeeze my Mom’s hand, and then drift away again.
A week before Christmas, my brother’s condition started to deteriorate and he was hooked up to life support. On Christmas Day, he had another grand mal seizure and was rushed to the OR. It turned out the tubing that led to his abdomen was also clogged with calcium deposits. When he came back out he was defibbing every few minutes.
We never even bothered putting up a tree at home. We weren’t allowed to bring a plastic or real tree to the Critical Care Unit, so out of desperation to inject a little cheer and hope, I made a stand-up one out of cardboard with slots of paper ornaments to sit in. Our neighborhood police department dropped off several large bags of donated gifts at our doorstep, so my Dad donned a Santa hat over his biker togs and Biker Santa delivered goodies to the kids in the Cancer, Neuro, and Terminal Wards.
The T-Ward really left him shaken the most. Some of those kids had been abandoned by their parents.
So there we were, surrounded by Holiday festiveness in San Antonio, giving donated presents to kids while we weren’t even sure if we’d be mourning the loss of our own at any moment.
Thankfully, the story does have a happy ending. My brother stabilized shortly before New Year’s Eve and was challenging other kids to wheelchair races in a week. My Mom saved the cardboard tree and it still sits, 30 years later, in our attic. She keeps his EKG ribbon with the portion that showed his heart stabilizing, folded into her pocketbook. It’s faded and crispy now, but it still makes her mist up and quiver at what could have happened. We almost forgot about our own presents, and ended up not opening them up until the end of January. We were just damn happy to be alive, and together.
So, I dunno…this is my entry into My Suckiest Christmas, but in the end, it’s also a happy story so it may not qualify. I don’t give a shit, though. I’m just glad my li’l bro is still around to give me hell. He’s 38 now (yeah, I’m old LOL) and a damn cool dude who’s made me so proud.
Anyways, Merry Axemas to you all, and I hope yours is stress-free and un-sucky. :-)
Damn. I didn’t realize I was writing a novel. You can delete it if you want. :-)
*tears up*
Thank you for sharing.
Damn, I think you win this contest without also losing. Impressive. And thanks so much for sharing!
Game rule one, the bad holiday story has to be uniquely bad for _you_, and not for the people around you. So dead grandma, etc, stories are a big DQ.
Not a Christmas story, but my wife and kids completely forgot my Birthday one year. No gifts, no cards, no “Happy Birthday Dad!”‘s. Nothing. Worst birthday I ever had, except for the other one (September 11th.)
Huh. Yeah. Thanks for that.
Note, I wrote that post before you updated your story, Denita, not as a response to it. I’m not that much of a nerf-herder. Peace.
Similarly, my 30th birthday went almost entirely unheralded. I think one co-worker said something, and I had a missed call (and no message) from one family member, and my girlfriend said something, but that was it.
I’m usually pretty laid back about stuff so it wouldn’t have been so hard, except that a good friend of mine (who was also my roommate at the time) who is three weeks older had a great big blowout of a party at our place, with all of our mutual friends there, gifts, fancy funny 30th birthday cake, etc. Pretty big letdown to get NUTHIN three weeks later.
Are we not Gamers?! My new battle-cry for sure.
My worst Christmas: on December 26th, 1989, one of my testicles started hurting. My grandmother was visiting that Christmas, and she was at home with us while my parents were both out at a party or something. I was 12, and was not willing to say anything to my grandmother about my man bits, and by the time my parents got home I was vomiting from the pain. We lived in a Small Town at the time, so my parents took me to the Small Town Hospital, where the doctor said that my testicle had torsioned (twisted around in an odd way, I think) and needed surgery to be fixed. They could do it there, but the surigcal facilities at Big Town Hospital were much better, and Big Town was only 30 minutes away, so they transferred me there.
The attending Physician at Big Town Hospital took a look and said the guys at Small Town Hospital didn’t know what they were talking about, and that the testicle would sort itself out. They would keep me in the hospital for observation, but surgery would be an unnecessary waste of time/money.
Fast forward five days, to December 31st. I am still in Big Town Hospital, and not feeling much better. My mom realizes that it is silly to be driving an hour (round trip) each time she visits me in Big Town; Small Town Hospital would be just as good for overseeing my recovery. She asks for me to be transferred back to Small Town Hospital, and off I go.
When I arrive, the Small Town doctor who originally saw me on the 26th takes another look and says something along the lines of “HOLY SHIT” in Afrikaans (he was originally from South Africa) and immediately arranges for emergency surgery (bailing on any New Year’s Eve plans he, another doctor, and some nurses might have had). They operate that night, finding that the torsioned testicle had gone gangrenous. They amputated it immediately, which saved my life; a few more days, or maybe even hours, and the gangrene would have gotten into my bloodstream and there would have been nothing anyone could do to save me.
I was unconscious for two days after the surgery, and stayed in hospital for another week after waking up. Going home after that was still very slow and painful, and when I got home, I discovered that even though I had mostly been fed by IV for two weeks, the food I ate before going into hospital was still hanging around, and I took the biggest and most painful dump of my entire life.
Of course, this also means that I have spent the rest of my life with only one testicle. A few years ago a doctor noticed that my testosterone levels were extremely low, and now I have to use testosterone supplements (which have to be applied to the skin, and kept carefully away from women, children, and pets. Sex can be complicated!)
(Sex with women, I mean. I don’t have sex with children or pets, thank you very much.)
Probably the best thing to come from this is my dad’s story from a few weeks later: my dad worked at an auto parts store, and one day my attending physician from Big Town Hospital comes in to pick up something he had ordered. The part was late, and Big Town doctor gets mad about this and starts raising his voice in complaint. He didn’t recognize my dad, but my dad sure recognized him, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to put up with any bullshit from the man who almost killed his son by reversing a decision made by another doctor. I don’t remember exactly what my dad claims to have said to the doctor, but apparently the doctor left the store very hastily, and never came back. (Store management did not have a problem with losing a customer under the circumstances, either!)
On the plus side: for the two or three years prior to that surgery, I had been getting very aggressive (getting into fist fights over stupid things, even with close friends). That problem kind of went away in the 90s!
So here’s the tl;dr:
The day after Christmas when I was 12, a doctor made a terrible decision and almost killed me. Five days later another doctor saved my life but had to amputate a testicle to do it.
As nobody has commented on this yet:
Wow. This would easily crush every shitty Christmas I had yet.
Thanks for saying so! I figured I had a big winner for this contest, but you can never be sure how others will view your experiences…
While I’m commenting, I must say that I love this storyline but the existence of Chrissie has sadly crushed my favorite bit of head canon: I have been secretly believing that Bandit was somehow an alt run by the vat-guy running Payet Best. Reviewing Bandit’s first appearance (in which Payet appears to be distracting folks while she robs them) and noticing that she kind of became the new fifth member of the “Big Five” after Payet died gave me some faith in the idea. Chrissie’s existence (and her comments about “The Big Four” last week) make it pretty clear that my head fanon is wrong. A real shame, I would have felt so clever had I been right!
Personally, I think it’s pretty obvious that Chrissie is Best’s alt.
Ok, I’m going to go with that. All hope is not yet lost!
Are we going Four Yorkshiremen here?
Tell me we’re not going Four Yorkshiremen.
Anyway… I don’t have any bad christmas stories because I don’t do christmas. I just lock myself in my room alone on December 25th and don’t talk to anyone. A day of peace… sort of.
BUT I’ve got a “bad birthday story” which to be honest I don’t like thinking about.
That being back when I was 14 … and Gawain… my feline companion since I was 2… was at the vets with severe liver-trouble. Well… long story short… my birthday present was giving the vet permission to euthanize Gawain… who was basically my only friend throughout my childhood.
I haven’t done birthdays since. Just anniversaries of Gawain’s death.