Ahsirakh
Pink Donkey Wrangler
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Oh freak it. The preview shows you 7 comics, the actual post gives you 5. BAH.
I'll kindly re-post the missing 2, then. I hope Brad doesn't change his mind about the number of comics viewable in a post, or it'll look REALLY weird.
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| Trinity... doesn't exist, you know... he's not real... he's a... a figment... a Jabberwocky... | |
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| Erm, can you cut it with the ellipses? | |
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| And who am I? Who the hell am I? | |
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| Can you cut it with the question marks, too? | |
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I mentioned he was crazy.
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| Come to my arms, my beamish boy!! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! | |
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"Come to my arms, my beamish boy!"... where had I heard that reference before? I decided to play a little chess to find out...
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| How can you play against yourself, in any case? | |
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| Grrr... shut up, if I want to play let me! | |
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Why chess? Well, I hoped it might help me relieve frustration...
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| How can I help you relieve frustration if you always lose to yourself when you win? Oh, and by the way, you just checkmated yourself. Again. | |
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But a quick check on the Internet sort of settled things... I wasn't getting anywhere with that phrase.
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| Searching for "come to my arms, beamish boy!" | |
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| 816,553 results for Yahoo! Personals. Are you looking for male or female? | |
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Then I remembered. The nutter had mouthed the word "Jabberwocky".
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| Searching for "Jabberwocky". | |
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| 816,553 results for "Come to my arms, my beamish boy!" | |
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I thus began my search in the usual hacker hangouts for someone with an Alice in Wonderland M.O. It was in one of these that I picked up the trail, with a user by the alias Red Queen.
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| Red Queen. Can you meet me? I am looking for Trinity. I am told that Trinity is through the looking glass... | |
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| No... it is you who is through the looking glass... | |
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I decided to cut straight to the chase.
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| To find me, you'll have to jump the first of six brooks. | |
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| I'll be there at 20:05. *logs off* | |
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It was difficult to think like this. I needed to relieve some stress...
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| Checkmate. Again. (You never give up, do you?) | |
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| Note to self: get a new chessboard... | |
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While in an attempt to try out another stress-relieving remedy, our hero gets a sudden revelation!
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| Crossing the second brook takes her to the woods. Alice jumps the first brook... then she boards a train... | |
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And so the violent rush for 20:05 begins, when-- BANG.
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| Ouch. I knew I should have left the door open. | |
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