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El_Escritor
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Hello. I have been known by many names (who hasn't?) but the one I choose to use here is El_Escritor. I would much appreciate it if you took some time to read these comics... Oh what the heck, if you're reading this, you're probably already going to. This is the beginning of a series with vague pretensions to an ongoing storyline. It will get better later. No, really. And it has no jokes about genetalia. Yet.
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| This is the city of Megakyoto, Indiana. It is the year 2180, fifty years after the end of Convoluted Inexplicable Reality-Altering War II. | |
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| The world has changed. Demons, gods, and superheroes are now part of everyday life. | |
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| Damn! It's the Demon of Awkward Exposition. I'm losing my suspension of disbelief. | |
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| Don't worry. I'm sure some superhero will stop it. | |
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| Hey, look, Lance! It's the Demon of Awkward Exposition. | |
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| Finally, some evil we can fight. | |
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| Um... Cease and desist, evil demon! Or something! | |
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| That does it. I'm too tired to fight some retarded minor superhero. I'm calling it a day. | |
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| I hate this job, Cosmic Squirrel. | |
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| But it's better than working at a fast food restaurant, right? | |
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| You know, Cosmic Squirrel, I just had a thought. Why aren't we doing a comic about the capture of Saddam just like everyone else? | |
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| How can I put this... Because this comic is supposed to be set ALMOST TWO HUNDRED YEARS IN THE DAMN FUTURE? | |
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| But what about relevance? | |
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| Who cares? There are more subtle ways of being relevant. Besides, continuity is important too. | |
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| We're too hip for continuity. | |
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EPISODE FOUR: TEH ORIGIN BEGINX0RS!!!
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| Thus ends another unfulfilling day of superheroics. Sigh. | |
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| On nights like this, I can't help but think of how it all began. | |
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| It depresses the hell out of me, but at least it destracts me from that damn barking dog next door. | |
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| YIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIPYIP | |
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Why has the number for every comic I've written so far ended with six? Maybe it's a sign that God is on my side?
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