Bandit’s like, “Oh no, STEALIN’ HATS? Does this creature’s vill’ny know no BOUNDS?” RIP, Penk’s helmet, by which I mean “actually don’t RIP because even your soul has been erased.” Flo’s love affair with the helmet’s look was brief, and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
My philosophy is “make sure you give them a full morsel of story every day,” so I usually grumbled whenever Flo wanted to do a single-illustration splash page, especially a basically wordless one. But not this time. The full debut […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We haven’t spent a lot of time with gnolls or dwarves who weren’t total badasses, so the fate met by these two might register a little more seriously than if it were a couple mild-mannered humans or such. Some readers felt that […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“But no one listens.” I feel you, Hammerhead. Even though he doesn’t have Goblaurence’s understanding of functionality, the two of them do share this deep frustration with a world that refuses to make sense to them. Not for the first […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This chapter will be ramping up to threat-to-all-life levels in arguably record time, but every new setting needs a few low-stakes shenanigans to get us invested. Here, we complete a circle that began when we first met Penk, who seemed […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
