||[Feb. 9th, 2007|03:10 pm]
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The Kitchen Sink
Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. I love this strip. I'm really pleased with the art. Normally I can find a million and a half reasons to beat myself over the head for bothering to pick up a pencil that day when a strip is done, but I'm actually satisfied with this one. It has to do with the fact that I redrew each panel three times, I think. Obviously it's critiqueable, since bullet wounds probably dont work that way, and I have a tendancy to go a little crazy with ink, and I wish there was more motion in panel 3, but overall, I'm kind of gleeing over this one.
Moe thinks, as she gets beaned in the balls she doesn't have by a mostly-for-show mace, that this would have been a good day to stay in bed.
Allen's favorite book is The Gunslinger. In a world of nerds divided by rank of Pirate or Ninja, he's a Cowboy. His dad taught him to shoot, and Robert is for later comics, but suffice to say, Allen has the kind of aim you'd expect from a guy chasing a man in black across a desert for information about a Dark Tower.
Irene is a Pirate Ninja, and she'll shuriken you on the plank if you say otherwise.
I don't know if anyone's been paying attention to the pictures Irene and Allen have on their walls, but you can actually learn quite a bit about Irene from most of them. Irene's a visual kind of person and she picked out most of the art, and it's all appropriate for one reason or another.
Larry has been shot, lost her crossbow, and just seen her object of UST take a mace to the gut. She's pissed and she's ready to kick some ass and take some names. On the other hand, Irene's been getting kind of bored, what with not having anything to fight and not being allowed to kill things that bother her anymore, like slow left-lane drivers and child molesters. She's also ready to kick some ass and take some names.
And now I leave you with a song.