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Back again! Feel like I missed like a billion updates, but the counter says it's only 84 :D
Time to spread some love and elaborate commentary :3
Time to spread some love and elaborate commentary :3
Got my tablet today <3
So of course today I did nothing but... reading other folks' work. Dunno, there must be something wrong with me :D
Can't really think of what to doodle, most characters of the story I've been developing for some time now don't have ANY visual design yet...
So of course today I did nothing but... reading other folks' work. Dunno, there must be something wrong with me :D
Can't really think of what to doodle, most characters of the story I've been developing for some time now don't have ANY visual design yet...

Hey there! Thanks a lot for starting to support me ....wait...
Vielen lieben Dank für deinen Support! Bedeutet mir wirklich viel :) Danke danke danke! -virtuelle Umarmung-
Vielen lieben Dank für deinen Support! Bedeutet mir wirklich viel :) Danke danke danke! -virtuelle Umarmung-
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Thank you for reading!
- Mat
Thank you very much for your support!
To receive your first reward, please email me at marydeathcomics[at]gmail.com.
Thank you for reading!
- Mat
You lost the game.
One winter's day, when the sky was a certain kind of blue that looked grey when you squinted at it, Patrick J decided to go grocery shopping.
He went to Kaufland, and peered at all the pretty-good-but-not-great bread there, until his eye landed on one loaf in particular:
WonderBread. This surely was the Anti-Bread, the abomination that bäckerei owners tell their children about at night to scare them into obedience; much akin to the bogeyman, but worse.
So he left Kaufland, evicted from his memory that such a loaf existed, and instead spent his euros more productively at the local konditorei.
He went back home, watched some Pimp My Ride before actually using his brain, did something productive, checked Tapastic one last time, and then went to bed, and swiftly to sleep.
Gute Nacht, Patrick.
He went to Kaufland, and peered at all the pretty-good-but-not-great bread there, until his eye landed on one loaf in particular:
WonderBread. This surely was the Anti-Bread, the abomination that bäckerei owners tell their children about at night to scare them into obedience; much akin to the bogeyman, but worse.
So he left Kaufland, evicted from his memory that such a loaf existed, and instead spent his euros more productively at the local konditorei.
He went back home, watched some Pimp My Ride before actually using his brain, did something productive, checked Tapastic one last time, and then went to bed, and swiftly to sleep.
Gute Nacht, Patrick.