I had a death in the family. It’s the third time this has happened after I’ve killed a character in a webcomic, which makes me *very* concerned about the remainder of this story. But I’ll soldier on and hope I’m not really Fate’s buttmonkey.
I’ve been working hard and there won’t be an interruption in the comic. Might not be able to respond to comments for the next week, but I’ll be reading them. Things are heating up for Jacob and crew; hope you enjoy the fireworks.
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Mischa: Captain, the stern compartment is taking water!
Girii: Are we sinking?
Captain T: She's got seven compartments. She can float with three. What hit us?
Jacob: Drones. They went for your propellors. They want to stop us dead in the water.
Captain T: We've got mag-hydro props. They're slung beneath the hull.
Jacob: Good. And bad. When they figure that out, their next shot is going to be into the bridge.
Roger: Bridge? You mean this bridge we're standing on now, bridge?
Girii: Are we sinking?
Captain T: She's got seven compartments. She can float with three. What hit us?
Jacob: Drones. They went for your propellors. They want to stop us dead in the water.
Captain T: We've got mag-hydro props. They're slung beneath the hull.
Jacob: Good. And bad. When they figure that out, their next shot is going to be into the bridge.
Roger: Bridge? You mean this bridge we're standing on now, bridge?
That’s really unfortunate for you. I really hope you’re not an unaware wizard or anything….
Jokes aside I really do hope you recover well. Stay Inspired.
My condolences, Mr. Shepherd. Your situation does remind me, strangely, about a game I’ve played… which one was it? Ah, yes, the Blackwell Convergence, one of those splendid retro-styled point and click adventures of today.
Ah! I had no idea you were updating this finally! Awesome! Exclamation mark!!