If there's anything wrong with this page, it's probably because I'm coked out of by brain on painkillers and head exploding cold symptoms. For indeed I have aquired a cold. Or kaze in Japanese, which I think also means wind, which is odd, but I guess it makes about as much sense as using a word that means 'not hot' when I am in fact very far from that, at least in the forehead region.
But I regress...
I mean digress.
Kinda like how the composition of this page came out, even though it's just more talking. Sorry that this part of the story is going to be fairly action-devoid, but I felt it better to do it naturally than insert some random action in there for no reason. And I kind of failed to end the page at the right point. There is a little bit more to this conversation, that had to be awkwardly shunted to the next page.
Anyway, at least being home sick got an extra page of comic out of me! I'd been slacking on that lately because my work hours are higher this year... which may also explain the cold... or not. Whatever.
I have nothing against them talking the whole time! A group just talking a whole chapter long is fine by me, as long as the story is well written. What it is ofcourse! :D
50,000 years after the human race destroyed itself, other animal species have evolved amongst our ruins to use the tools we left behind. A small group of marsupials are searching for lost human technology that can bring an end to the dominance of the highly advanced but dangerously paranoid rat race.
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