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EdieMammon — Your Poison Of Choice COMIC chapter 9 panel I
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A soft drink fridge like that would really pull ones' nerd cave together.Related content
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There's only one thing that Iggy drinks; and that is
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It tastes great on a hot day, AND it gets rid of the ring in the toilet bowl. Doesn't get sweeter than that!
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Iggy even tried to smuggle the stuff, but he then realized it was the wrong kind of Coke. It was supposed to be
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ECT, OD, AC, and KKK?
So the four fates are to be electrocuted, drug-poisoned, freezer-blasted, and ultimately lynched?
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All "accidentally", of course...
Oh, which one do you think will be the most crazy: Iggy as an evil dictator or hosting his own after school special?
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Definitely the after school special.
But at the end, he MUST remind the young viewers about dental hygiene - to brush twice/floss once daily/visit the sadistic Shy Guys dentist twice yearly. Remember how often they did that with cartoons during the 90s? Weird.
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Oh, I was gonna have him say "change your razor blades often", just like Mr. Rogers did. But I did find a place for the dictator as well.
We haven't had any nonsense for a few panels...
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Oh yes by all means do both. And don't forget to thrown in singing muppets while you're at it.
I'm doing a sketch of Onkel Wolfgang in that crazy outfit he wore in the chapter when he went on his drug holiday.
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Ah, Onkel Wolfgang... You could be my neighbor any day.
What's that for?
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For a chapter that's coming up much much later, but after remembering the 'gloomies' I played with as a child I feel inspired to draw it right now. And then maybe get the next chapter of the comic, not to mention the fanfic finished.
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While waiting for your updates I've read up on your older stories. Today I read a few chapters of RoGS. Besides BtBK, it's one of your very best stories. But how could it not be? Iggy and Ludwig together is more explosive than a strategically inserted, oh, I can't finish that sentence
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Oh yes, and heavily inspired by, ahem, certain real life events of mine too. Although looking back at it some parts make me cringe, need editing, perhaps I will fix all that up after I've gone and finished it.
If you dare to tread near the Hetalia fandom, you should also read my crossover Austria Annexes Dark Land, or at least the first few chapters before it crossses over, since Onkel Wolfgang makes an appearance. I wrote every chapter of that during the week I was at that 'crisis house', and though it is not quite finished, I never bothered to update since.
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Almost all of my own stories make me want to cringe. I was so proud of Married to th Koopa Clan at one point, now, not so much. Thank God no one reads it anymore.
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Yeah, I was prouder of my own stories too, but what matters is that I enjoyed writing them a lot and I learned from my mistakes how to get better.
My cat has been bonding with Uncle Paul over Facebook. Yesterday Lindor confessed his gambling addiction, threatened to infect him with toxoplasmosis, and made him laugh with his literal toilet humor. Some of Paul's artwork is rather trippy, like this one snail whose head is deformed into a fist. But I once drew a picture of cherries deforming into a snail as an art class assignment.
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Snails just love cherries. That's why, when visiting an orchard, you always get a little plastic basket and pick your own instead of buying pre-picked ones. I once slipped in a puddle of cat diarrhea once and sailed right into a dresser. But that's what you get for giving cats cow milk and forgetting to check under your bed before leaving the cat locked in your room.
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I am generally not grissed out by creepy crawlies, but I'm terrified of terrestrial gastropods; the last time I remember not being scared of them was at my aunt's wedding when I was about four, and I guess I had a nightmare about them since or something. Three years ago, before my dad had a stroke, we went to a pool party at this snail infested apartment complex. When it was time to go home my dad would not stop teasing me, picking snails off the walls and putting them on the truck door handle or in the passenger seat whenever I tried to get in the truck. I ran until I fell down and scabbed myself and cowered on the sidewalk and cried.
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Your dad's an ass. No offense.
Mine visited the other day after he had had outpatient surgery on a benign cyst. He was still full of morphine, so we managed to have a conversation without fighting like grade schoolers. That was nice.
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My mom and dad were actually civil when they last spoke, which was when my mom came down to visit in September 2012.
My dad wants to meet up with me in April, maybe I'll get to see Paul too like I did last Thanksgiving. Apparently he's got a new girlfriend. His girlfriends tend to me nice women who become fond of me, but they can never stand HIM for very long.
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You know how it is. As wonderful as weirdoes can be they sometimes forget about a little thing called "boundaries". But they are indeed wonderful.
After I first moved out on my own I dated a man who lived in the neighborhood, while definitely not a complete basket case had a dark side and told me that "you make it make sense to me". I chose to take that as a compliment as we talked about everything. There's something so calming about intelligent people, especially in combination with a calm streak. He was very good with people, while it's a wonder he ever got as close to me as he did, because back then everybody who looked at me fell under scrutiny. He mellowed me out here, just by being himself. Our relationship was very intimate sex wasn't really that important; but he found sweet spots I didn't even know I had.
Well, well. Don't we all have issues with boundaries.
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I actually met somebody like that online, on Facebook through another friend. Last year, we stayed up all night talking to each other about anything and everything. He told me things that he never told anyone, things that would make anybody else think he was crazy that I can't help but question myself, but he definitely seemed to believe them. I got to talk to him once on the phone... Lindor wouldn't stop attacking me until he hung up... he clearly was very attracted to me, flirted and all but proposed to me, although he eventually started pity-dating a girl who had been after him for years. He said he has multiple personalities from his violent and abusive childhood, and false memories and he was clearly very intelligent, claiming to vary from just above average to higher than uncle Paul, although he had for the most part never profited from it and put it toward manipulating people. He understood me in ways that nobody else does, and I somehow have an uncanny ability to know when he is going to be online or not. These days, however, he hasn't, he never gave indication of a desire to avoid me or my cat but it has lately become apparent that he is in a completely different personality state from last year, and I have the feeling that he's not going to be within means of contact for a long time...
On the other hand, while I was on Zoloft AND Strattera I ran into this crazy pervert who smelled like he hadn't showered in a month, but he bought me food, claimed that he was going to help me go to a good college and treated me like I was going to win the Nobel Prize for some crackpot theory he was advocating. Zoloft reduces social anxiety which for somebody who is socially naive is a BAD thing but I didn't see any harm in hanging out with him for a while. Then, one time when Strattera put me in a sickly depressive state he started to massage me to make me feel better... And he wouldn't stop... Even though my body language clearly indicated that I wasn't comfortable with being 'massaged' that close to my underwear. If I wasn't too drugged to even drop an F-bomb about a scibrat I would have certainly made my boundaries clearer; thankfully I got the sense in time to see just where he was trying to go with me and I ditched him, rejected his phone calls, and blocked him on Facebook, although he still stalks me online and he ran into me a few times on the bus and made a scene of getting too close for my comfort and when asked to leave me alone, claimed 'we have known each other for years'...
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You didn't actually buy any of his bullshit, did you? Men cannot be trusted.
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These days, I take every thing I hear with a grain of salt. He claimed to be having lunch with the mayor, and though he was awaiting the rest of his Occupy group, they never showed up.
The other guy's purported hacking skills at least appear to be legit, on occasion.
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This may sound weird....but Iggy has some nice legs. XD
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He's still quite thin for his age, but he's no longer an awkward kid.
A propos weird; ever wonder what's hiding under that shirt?
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Hmmm never thought about it until now >:3
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