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[Spaceprincess]

....I like the way Maria and Michelle are joined at the shoulder.

For some reason that's how I picture them.

OHHHHHHHH I'TS SO PRETTYYYYYYYY

I tried to included as many people as I could but it doesn't seem like that many.

[Ti-Phil]

At least, he'll look good while kicking spambots.

[Laemkral]

I can't contribute with drawings (because they would be stick figures) and I don't have time to do photos and relearn all the photo-comicy stuff I used to know, so I'm gonna do like I did with the Noir Jam and write an entry.

The wind whistled down the empty dirt street of General Discussion Junction, the last little spot of Comic Genesis to have any life left to it. Life. The man laughed to himself at the word as he reclined in his chair. If you could even call what this town had left in it life. The wood creaked from the bar next door, Cortland's little saloon that he kept running when he could for those few souls still trying to keep the town alive, the jingle jangle of spurs telling the man that the McDuffies crew were on the prowl. A clock chimed the hour. You could cut the tension with a knife, and if anyone could do it then it would have been ol' Doc Lego, but he hadn't shown his face around the town for quite a spell. The man pondered that, rolling the toothpick back and forth between his lips as the door creaked open and the cold, dusty night ushered in a guest.

McDuffies, the big cat himself, and wearing a fancy new tie. The naked ladies and misbegotten acts of naughtiness stitched into the silk made for a pretty picture, as the censor bar hanging hazily in front of it didn't do a damn for the man in the chair. The pistol he'd pulled out of caution did a thing or two for McDuffies, though, and the cat's six shooter was doing the same to him. "It's been a long time since you've shown your face, Laemkral. People wonder about you sometimes, wonder if you're even sticking around."

"I've been a man of mystery, I have, I reckon. Fought in the war, made a name in the jams of past, but I think my time's behind me. Ain't no future for me around these parts, I figure. I'm just another broken has-been, a man without a comic to call my own who should be on his way looking for greener pastures." For emphasis, he added a few clicks of his tongue, then holstered his pistol.

"You used to be a champion of these here forums, kid," drawled McDuffies, putting away his own gun, "And things are getting mighty grim. We need folks like you out there, doing stuff. Making things happen. Camwhoring. You used to be a camwhore, the king."

"Another life!" shouted Laemkral, narrowing his eyes and sitting up. "I used to be a lot of things. A college student! A man with roommates! A lackey to the Doc!" A forlorn look crossed his face as he continued, "But Doc's gone, and I don't think he's coming back. The House of Claude is gone, the House of Lego is in ruins, and most of the faces that built this town are now buried beneath it. I'm a man without a mission, and I can't draw myself let alone any others worth half a damn." His eyes blazed with passion as he looked back up. "I ain't leaving town, though. No sirree."

Spurs clinked as McDuff took a step towards the door, a hand upon the brass knob. "Been fighting lately. IV's gang was in town hasslin' a newbie into manlove. Cornpone got snatched up by some lunatic with a coffin and the firefight's been tearing up across three whole threads. The young-un's are restless, and trouble is a brewin'. A good old veteran like yourself could be worth more than half a damn out there." For a moment, the words hung in the air before settling like so much of the dust in the old laboratory of Doc Legostar. "It's been a long while since I've stolen anybody's panties, y'know. We all change. You best think about that."

With that, the door swung open and McDuffies disappeared into the night to fight the spammers, the blood splattered oak clicking shut behind him. Laemkral stood up and watched him leave, his trigger finger just a little itchy for the good old days. It was true, he thought. They'd all changed. The Doc was gone, and he had to pick a new side to stand for. He owed the newbies that much, he owed them what he'd gotten: a chance. A purpose in his stride, he walked to the splintered and weatherworn cabinet that held his few meager possessions, putting on his coat and picking up the military Winchester repeater inside. With a cock of the handle he spun on the door himself, kicked it open and strode out into the night. A firefight with coffins? Sounded promising.

[Ti-Phil]

Laem, while you may not draw, your writing skills are GOOD!

[Terotrous]

They're regrouping! Hurry up and get dressed, McD!

[Phact0rri]

*laugh* No fonts on this computer, scanner is almost dead, and all my inking pens are apparently dead... but none of that shall stop me!

[McDuffies]

Wow Phact signting!

Hey, you can't rush style!

[Phact0rri]

Wow Phact signting!

Hey, you can't rush style!

*quickly hides*

[robotthepirate]

Am I being punched in that last comic?!

[IVstudios]

Don't worry, Bob###s may look muscular, but his anatomy makes any sort of physical exertion practically impossible.

[VeryCuddlyCornpone]

Am I being punched in that last comic?!

Don't worry, Bob###s may look muscular, but his anatomy makes any sort of physical exertion practically impossible.

Yeah, it probably didn't hurt, probably felt more like someone laid a very floppy and antic eel on you and it just slathered and lsathered and flapped.

Muscles of the human body generally connect two things, like tendon-to-bone, but Bob#s only have one connection. It's just muscles springing forth from the body, aimlessly twitching, like the snakes of the head of Medusa.

[Phact0rri]

Yeah, it probably didn't hurt, probably felt more like someone laid a very floppy and antic eel on you and it just slathered and lsathered and flapped.

not to mention us Metal people don't feel pain the way your fleshy types do... COLD HARD truths.

[Jops]

Bummer, i've some ideas to contribute to this, but no time to draw....
You guys are making me wish i was unemployed again.

[Mo]

Heh. Man this almost makes me want to come out of retirement.

Ahh, good times!

[Risky]

I'm sensing an increased likelihood of musical numbers. Not that it was particularly unlikely before.

[robotthepirate]

Yeah, it probably didn't hurt, probably felt more like someone laid a very floppy and antic eel on you and it just slathered and lsathered and flapped.

not to mention us Metal people don't feel pain the way your fleshy types do... COLD HARD truths.

But having a metal body doesn't stop the internal pain of rejection. Oh, wait... yeah it does.



Ooh, look. I jammed! Albeit briefly. Not idea why I wanted to colour it when I don't know what colours to use. 00:20, stressful day.

[Phact0rri]

Bummer, i've some ideas to contribute to this, but no time to draw....
You guys are making me wish i was unemployed again.

No doubt. I think there's a direct correlation between the world economy and how active Jams are. I know I was unemployed during the CG vs DD jam. I need to draw moar, now as I am as rusty as hell, but rumor has it Phact is trying to put together a new webcomic, and realizes just how much he desperately needs to sharpen the blade.

I'm sensing an increased likelihood of musical numbers. Not that it was particularly unlikely before.

Flutes and Fiddles!

[Mo]

Flutes and Fiddles!

I was more thinking of a sombrero and a banjo myself.

[robotthepirate]

I need to draw moar, now as I am as rusty as hell, but rumor has it Phact is trying to put together a new webcomic, and realizes just how much he desperately needs to sharpen the blade.

So you can point it at people and make them draw?

[Phact0rri]

Flutes and Fiddles!

I was more thinking of a sombrero and a banjo myself.

Since when was a Sombrero a musical instrument? Ha ha. Banjo never felt western to me, more back hills with articulate feets!

I need to draw moar, now as I am as rusty as hell, but rumor has it Phact is trying to put together a new webcomic, and realizes just how much he desperately needs to sharpen the blade.

So you can point it at people and make them draw?

No I am not Jim Davis *lol*