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Bear with me
So I have a collection of comics I've been making in my free time. The pile has grown over time. Most of the time, I will just look back on them and giggle quietly to myself. Occasionally I just cringe and question what in the world was I thinking? And a few times I just depress the crap out of myself.
I've had friends try to encourage me to post my comics on a site for everyones viewing pleasure. That or in the least quit making fart noises whenever they try to talk so it looks like they are speaking in farts. "Sure I guess I could post some" I tell them, but in the back of my mind comes the fear. "What if my comics stink?", "What if I lose motivation and suddenly quit", "What if I run out of jokes?", "What if I was hunted by a themed street gang that carried parrots around and they had their legion of fowls peck out my eyeballs and say frightful things in their hilarious parrot voices?"
Eh, I've done worse.
So here it is. My attempt to post some of the stuff I made. Of course its going to start out small so bear with me.
I've had friends try to encourage me to post my comics on a site for everyones viewing pleasure. That or in the least quit making fart noises whenever they try to talk so it looks like they are speaking in farts. "Sure I guess I could post some" I tell them, but in the back of my mind comes the fear. "What if my comics stink?", "What if I lose motivation and suddenly quit", "What if I run out of jokes?", "What if I was hunted by a themed street gang that carried parrots around and they had their legion of fowls peck out my eyeballs and say frightful things in their hilarious parrot voices?"
Eh, I've done worse.
So here it is. My attempt to post some of the stuff I made. Of course its going to start out small so bear with me.
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