DD's down. Can I hang here?
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Cat42
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What the hell are you punching?
Someday, someday I'll finish Confabulation. That day is not today, however.
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Day Nine of my stay at CG. I don't go up in CG territory much anymore. Last I heard, there was some sort of religious uprising going on. I decided to stay out. Besides, the truth of what I have learned down here in this long tunnel may be shocking, even heretic to some. Perhaps it is best that I stay out.
When I approached the end of the tunnel, I found... another set of elevator doors. I pressed the UP button, and, with a great rusty creaking of cogwheels, the elevator descended and I stepped in.
It's a funny thing about elevators: Most people never notice what they really look like. They're a means of transportation, the route from A to B, and so it's easy to just let your mind wander as you think about work, or last weekend, or what that weird smell is. But they're different, sometimes very different. For instance, you would never compare the sleek art-deco styling of an elevator in the Chrysler building with the baroque copper ornamentation of an elevator in Harrod's of London. In fact, that might not be a bad idea: Someone should photograph interesting elevator interiors and put them in a big, pretentious coffee table book. These thoughts rushed through my mind as I realized that I knew exactly which elevator this was. It was an elevator that I had traveled on many times before, en route to tweak my webcomic. It was the elevator at Drunk Duck.
What did this mean? Was this some sort of secret escape passage for DD/CG sympathizers and peaceniks during the war? Stranger yet, were the two rival webcomic companies secretly run by the same people? Of this, I do not know. All I know is that the only place the elevator would take me to was the DD lobby, a dark and empty place with tile ripped up and scaffolding climbing to the ceiling: a construction area. The elevator had been draped with signs saying OUT OF ORDER. Inexplicably, orange traffic cones were strewn about the area. This was truly something altogether stranger than I expected.
And so I have been surviving for these past five days on food from a shattered vending machine near the bathrooms. It's suitable if you consider WildBerry Skittles to be haute cuisine, I suppose. I cannot visit my office, my studio, my little world that is Try Everything Once-- whenever I try to get to it on the elevator, it always lifts me to the same blank, empty floor. Floor 404. You've probably been there, or somewhere like it.
I see two possible future outcomes of my situation:
1. DD will start back up again, and I will go back to my daily updating routine, trying desperately to forget these events ever happened.
2. The people from CG will finally find me in my empty corporate cathedral of a hideout, and finish what I started nine days ago.
Which will triumph? I'll just have to wait and see.
~IJ
When I approached the end of the tunnel, I found... another set of elevator doors. I pressed the UP button, and, with a great rusty creaking of cogwheels, the elevator descended and I stepped in.
It's a funny thing about elevators: Most people never notice what they really look like. They're a means of transportation, the route from A to B, and so it's easy to just let your mind wander as you think about work, or last weekend, or what that weird smell is. But they're different, sometimes very different. For instance, you would never compare the sleek art-deco styling of an elevator in the Chrysler building with the baroque copper ornamentation of an elevator in Harrod's of London. In fact, that might not be a bad idea: Someone should photograph interesting elevator interiors and put them in a big, pretentious coffee table book. These thoughts rushed through my mind as I realized that I knew exactly which elevator this was. It was an elevator that I had traveled on many times before, en route to tweak my webcomic. It was the elevator at Drunk Duck.
What did this mean? Was this some sort of secret escape passage for DD/CG sympathizers and peaceniks during the war? Stranger yet, were the two rival webcomic companies secretly run by the same people? Of this, I do not know. All I know is that the only place the elevator would take me to was the DD lobby, a dark and empty place with tile ripped up and scaffolding climbing to the ceiling: a construction area. The elevator had been draped with signs saying OUT OF ORDER. Inexplicably, orange traffic cones were strewn about the area. This was truly something altogether stranger than I expected.
And so I have been surviving for these past five days on food from a shattered vending machine near the bathrooms. It's suitable if you consider WildBerry Skittles to be haute cuisine, I suppose. I cannot visit my office, my studio, my little world that is Try Everything Once-- whenever I try to get to it on the elevator, it always lifts me to the same blank, empty floor. Floor 404. You've probably been there, or somewhere like it.
I see two possible future outcomes of my situation:
1. DD will start back up again, and I will go back to my daily updating routine, trying desperately to forget these events ever happened.
2. The people from CG will finally find me in my empty corporate cathedral of a hideout, and finish what I started nine days ago.
Which will triumph? I'll just have to wait and see.
~IJ
The greatest action/adventure sci-fi fantasy drama western alt-history political-thriller suspense musical existential comedy webcomic ever written. Like, ever.
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Cat42
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No, don't tell him to stop, now I wanna know what happends...
Someday, someday I'll finish Confabulation. That day is not today, however.
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Dr Legostar
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yeah, i actually like this story, it's kinda an interesting idea for a CG fanfiction sort of thing.
-D. M. Jeftinija Pharm.D., Ph.D. -- Yes, I've got two doctorates and I'm arrogant about it, what have *you* done with *your* life?
"People who don't care about anything will never understand the people who do." "yeah.. but we won't care."
"Legostar's on the first page of the guide. His opinion is worth more than both of yours."--Yeahduff
"People who don't care about anything will never understand the people who do." "yeah.. but we won't care."
"Legostar's on the first page of the guide. His opinion is worth more than both of yours."--Yeahduff
I looked at the last page:
Day 23...
War kills everyone, and zombie manlove ensues!
Day 23...
War kills everyone, and zombie manlove ensues!
Warren
Comics. Drawn poorly.
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It's grey, not gray. And it always has been.
Lauren's Wing - The fund for animal care
Comics. Drawn poorly.
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It's grey, not gray. And it always has been.
Lauren's Wing - The fund for animal care
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Dr Legostar
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oh give me a break warren, that's just absurd. that would happen long before day 23Warren wrote:I looked at the last page:
Day 23...
War kills everyone, and zombie manlove ensues!
-D. M. Jeftinija Pharm.D., Ph.D. -- Yes, I've got two doctorates and I'm arrogant about it, what have *you* done with *your* life?
"People who don't care about anything will never understand the people who do." "yeah.. but we won't care."
"Legostar's on the first page of the guide. His opinion is worth more than both of yours."--Yeahduff
"People who don't care about anything will never understand the people who do." "yeah.. but we won't care."
"Legostar's on the first page of the guide. His opinion is worth more than both of yours."--Yeahduff
It has been sixteen days since I returned to CG. Sixteen has always been a momentous number for me, and I've never been able to fathom why. Not that I chose it; it just keeps popping up in my life. Personally, I think that it's an omen that I'll die when I turn sixteen. Meaning I have just over two months left to live. I better make 'em count.
Anyways, I was sitting on the abandoned reception desk at DD, just thinking about things, when suddenly I heard a distant rumble. Pieces of scaffolding and plywood started to fall down off the walls and ceiling. A piece of metal pipe connected with my forehead, and everything went black.
The first thing I sensed when I woke up was birdsong. I mean, when do you get to hear birds singing inside the Internet? Then, when I opened my eyes to broad daylight, I realized that I was no longer inside DD at all.
The monolith of a comic hosting site that was DD had fallen apart, totally disintegrated, leaving nothing but the most infinitesimal smithereens of glass and twisted metal. The only thing left intact was the giant DRUNK DUCK sign that used to hang up top upon the home page; miraculously, I had only escaped getting crushed by its bulk by managing to lay in the hole of the first D. DrunkDuck was dead and gone. For good. There was no turning back to it, or its wonderful life-filled forums now. My friends were all dead.
So what does one do when his friends are dead?
Well, one must find new friends, of course.
And so that's where I am now. I've switched TEO over to a different site. SpiderSpawn is only a little place, a start-up with industry giants looming over it, but I hope that I'll be able to help raise its stature. And now all I have to do is go to a lot of other forums and promote my work, and meet new people, and maybe start having fun again. Maybe... maybe I can even become a regular, somewhere.
But I'll never forget my roots. And I may not ever know how or why DD died, but if I ever find out, then there will be hell to pay for the ones who killed it.
~IJ
Anyways, I was sitting on the abandoned reception desk at DD, just thinking about things, when suddenly I heard a distant rumble. Pieces of scaffolding and plywood started to fall down off the walls and ceiling. A piece of metal pipe connected with my forehead, and everything went black.
The first thing I sensed when I woke up was birdsong. I mean, when do you get to hear birds singing inside the Internet? Then, when I opened my eyes to broad daylight, I realized that I was no longer inside DD at all.
The monolith of a comic hosting site that was DD had fallen apart, totally disintegrated, leaving nothing but the most infinitesimal smithereens of glass and twisted metal. The only thing left intact was the giant DRUNK DUCK sign that used to hang up top upon the home page; miraculously, I had only escaped getting crushed by its bulk by managing to lay in the hole of the first D. DrunkDuck was dead and gone. For good. There was no turning back to it, or its wonderful life-filled forums now. My friends were all dead.
So what does one do when his friends are dead?
Well, one must find new friends, of course.
And so that's where I am now. I've switched TEO over to a different site. SpiderSpawn is only a little place, a start-up with industry giants looming over it, but I hope that I'll be able to help raise its stature. And now all I have to do is go to a lot of other forums and promote my work, and meet new people, and maybe start having fun again. Maybe... maybe I can even become a regular, somewhere.
But I'll never forget my roots. And I may not ever know how or why DD died, but if I ever find out, then there will be hell to pay for the ones who killed it.
~IJ
The greatest action/adventure sci-fi fantasy drama western alt-history political-thriller suspense musical existential comedy webcomic ever written. Like, ever.
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Black Kitty
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Ian Jay.
You get your butt over to the DD forum that NightGig set up!
http://www.nightgig.com/forum/viewforum.php?f=50
That is all.
You get your butt over to the DD forum that NightGig set up!
http://www.nightgig.com/forum/viewforum.php?f=50
That is all.
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Ozoneocean
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[AlmightyPyro]
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DUDE! I can totally see it! Keenrealities next season! KR meets DD. Drunk Duckians move into the Kolter house and try to get along with pre-exsisting CGers in a reality program that will get more hits than Survivor: Lunar Landing!!
Think of the profits. No really... think.
Think of the profits. No really... think.
I'm glad 90's style forum signatures don't exist anymore.
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Sockpuppetbob
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This isn't written by me, its what I found when I checked up on the drunkduck site.It's a sad day for DrunkDuck users. Unfortunately, endless problems with our hosts has left us with nothing. Here is an email from the host themselves:
Sorry, I haven't been meaning to ignore you. I've been having problems with my laptop to the point where it isn't even worth dealing with, now that GSH is shut down. I didn't realize drunkduck has been down this whole time. I'm terribly sorry about that. I tried calling Steadfast today, and they told me that the account was deleted for nonpayment. It's my fault for not keeping on top of that, and I'm sorry. I wish there was something else I could do, but it's too late now.
You heard him kids, "it's too late now".
Luckily tblog.com is to the rescue. Not only does tblog belong to a close friend, but it is also similar in that it helps people build communities. So go build my friends... make a comic home here on tblog.com and hopefully DrunkDuck will be back again in some form or another.
Sincerely,
Dylan Squires
I have been checking the drunkduck site every day, and this was up today. Oh Geekside Hosting, I shall murder thee!!!!!
So if any duckers are curious to what is happening, this is what is up. And it is all Geekside Hostings Fault. They need to get their asses sued.
Now that I'm done being mad let the funniness ensue!
~beth~
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Black Kitty
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As I said in the most recent DD LJ community post...Komiyan wrote:Wow boy am I glad I paid for plat
If you feel that you didn't get your money's worth or you want to be compensated, please e-mail either Ronson and Volte6. They'll take care of that.