Flowers of Mercury officially drops on Monday, Oct 31st 2022
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Hey, guys. Long time no see.
After a long hibernation, I give thee..... this..... Well theres an actual plan this time so fingers crossed. I've been working on this for about a year now (most of that being told i'm cringe by people editing my script), with the last couple of months being art focused as I work my day job, so tadaaaah, heres the fruits of my labor.
In pre-celebration for the Halloween launch, i'll just answer a few questions i've gotten:
Q- Isn't this just brothers grimm 2.0?
A- Uh.... well uh yes... but also no. BG was made out of my thirst for ww1 angst, a piss into the wind attempt to make a popular comic without actually thinking of providing a good product. After my bout of depression subsided and i learned how to touch grass and talk to people in real life, i got really into war movies again (gundam is war movies, argue with the wall). from there that budded into actual real world research. A year ago i was invited on a road trip to many historical cities and well the ideas just started blooming as i took photos. so yeah, this is sorta BG but better.
Q- wheres the twinks??? WHERES THE TOMBOYS??? WHERES THE VIOLENCE????
A- w-what do you mean, this is a wholesome handholding comic, im a wholesome boy, were wholesome here.............................pls hold on, dont hit me with that broom, you'll get your eyecandy and blood eventually.
The rest of the questions arent PG so im just gonna cut it here and just say:
If you're here on day 1 or have been here since even capybara, thank you so much for your support guys, i'm gonna try to blow this outta the water this time so please stick around and see all the hard work ive been up to writing this beast.
Love you guys, if you read all the way, heres your cookie!
Love flourishes between a Seamstress and Soldier, what could go wrong?
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10 Years have passed after The Great War, yet the ripple is still felt every day in Saint-Maple, The Gates of Abya Yala.
Cannons still line the ramparts, soldiers still patrol the streets at all hours, whispers of revolution seep from the shadowy underbelly of the lower quarters. Its not hard to hear stories of men disappearing in the night, eccentric mafioso's throwing lavish but violent parties and killers crazed by experimental drugs...
...Yet life goes on, the city held in peace by the hardworking men and women of The 103 Mercury Cavalry.
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