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Riff: I'll page you. -- Riff: Well, we can visit Gwynn in about an hour. Do you think Zoë is still bummed? Torg: I think it was *nice* of you to let Zoë stop off in the past just long enough to take her finals. Riff: Yeah, she did really badly, but at least she didn't flunk out! -- Caption: A few months ago... Dex: How'd you do on the history exam? Zoë: I would have done better if it wasn't for the essay question about *"The War of the Bug Squishers".* I never even heard of it! It wasn't in my notes! -- Torg: I thought I loved her, I mean *really* loved her. Maybe Val just became built up in my mind. When I saw her again... before... she acted differently toward me. I guess things just weren't the same between us, and now I don't know how I feel. -- Riff: Maybe you just thought you loved her because you thought she loved you. Torg: Yeah. Look, it might have caused all kinds of paradoxes and messed with our present to try and save her, but still, was it the *right* thing to do? -- Riff: Right? I dunno. Effective? It depends how time works. Does time like to be changed? Does it fight to "right" itself? Does it let the little stuff slide? When you change time, does it create a tangent timeline? Or is time absolute, and you were always destined to travel to the past, yet not save her? -- Torg: *Hey,* we have a Time Machine now! Let's find out! Riff (holding up a bandaged thumb): I would but I accidentally popped it with a stale jagged Dorito. Stuck my thumb too. Ouch. -- Torg: *Darn it!* Damn inflatable technology. But the food sounds *good!* I think I got some jagged crab legs in the fridge. Riff: Just don't nuke 'em in the inflatable microwave. -- Title Panel: This has been a Sluggy Freelance presentation | The Storm Breaker Saga | The End -- Caption: Epilogue: Lady Valerie: *But you are far too sick to go into battle!* Lord Torgamous: The Trents are demoralized. We were both weakened greatly by the war, but their King is dead and the evil has left. -- Torgamous: *Now* is the time to take the valley. -- Torgamous: Of course I'd be better outfitted if you hadn't given that traitorous Pheasant my best armor, sword, and horse! -- Valerie: I'm sorry, but I had a dream last night, a *horrible* dream! Torgamous: You know I love you more than life, but your dreams cannot outweigh the fate of Mercia. -- Valerie: My lord, I fear for your life in this battle! Torgamous: Fear not, Valerie! I shall return. -- <**GLITCH!**> Soldier: Lord Tourgamous [sic: should be "Torgamous"] just accidentally impaled himself on his own spear! *He's dead!* (Lysinda looks on from a dark balcony beside a banner, red with crossed yellow spears) -- Lysinda: You will now have a choice to make, Lady Valerie. | Flag | ||||
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=== NOTE: Today's art created for you by Stuart of _Chain Bear._ <http://www.chainbear.com/> Chain Bear often contains images not suitable for work or school viewing. | Flag | ||||
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(Helicopter approaching...) -- Torg: Guys? We've got incoming. A Hereti-Corp scout-team most likely intercepted the address Riff sent out over this inn's low-security connection. Riff, you said that address was a nearby location. /How/ nearby? -- Riff: It was like... over... /um/... It's the front door of this inn. Torg (opening "Torg's Duffle"): /*Dude!*/ -- Riff: But not, like, this specific suite. Torg (pulling Chaz out of his duffle bag): *Everyone! Battle-positions!* -- (Torg holds Chaz up in a ready-to-strike position; Kiki leaps up with a ninja mask and sai swords; Riff inflates a laser cannon; Zoë holds up ZHOAS (aka Zombie Head on a Stick; aka Jane) in a ready-to-bat position; Aylee spreads her wings, while Sam and Queen Siphaniana/Gwynn look on in shock) Kiki: *Ya!* Bun-Bun: hubba hubba -- Torg (covering his eyes while Aylee rewraps her wings): Aylee? Put something on under your wings. You made the vampire faint. Aylee: Oh right! Torg: And who bought Kiki plastic Sai swords? Kiki: I am ze Sai Ninja! -- Riff: This is my fault. I haven't communicated with my dad for so long, I got sloppy. You guys run, I'll hold them off. -- Torg: No, Riff, we all go for 'roof access' now. Bun-Bun (poinging onto Torg's shoulder): Doesn't that put us right in front of the incoming helicopter, Nerd-Boy? <**Poing!**> -- Torg: Sam flies, Aylee flies, we have hoverbikes, and that chopper won't survive two blasts from Riff's laser-cannon. And you're the almighty Bun-Bun. /We charge *them?*/ They won't stand a chance. Bun-Bun: And now I really want pop-corn. Kiki: Le Sai, le weep. Torg: *MOVE OUT!* | Flag | ||||
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Agent McKay: Forgiveness over permission. Dr. Montgomery: Forgiveness only works if the Mater-2 returns with Shankraft alive and Riff dead. Agent McKay (holding up his tablet): That's why I hand-picked the team. The toughest agents on the station. -- Agent McKay's tablet: HERETI-CORP "MATER-2" TOW-SHIP CREW-LIST <hC logo> AUTHORIZATION: M.McKAY - AGENT M. SAIRZ * <hC logo> PILOT - AGENT I. LEGGORE ** <hC logo> PIK-RIFLE MARKSMAN - AGENT P. PATCHPEG ** <hC logo> SHIP-TO-SHIP COMBAT - AGENT H. WEBEI <hC logo> ZERO-G DEMOLITIONS - AGENT S. PROWMAN *** <hC logo> COMMANDER --- Dr. Montgomery (looking at McKay's tablet): Interesting load-out. Remember Oasis is on the Musky-5 too. Having no crew trained in zero-G hand-to-hand combat forces them to keep their distance. -- Agent McKay: *Oasis* forces them to keep their distance. But I have a feeling you may be able to help us keep Oasis out of the way. That is Oasis' brain, after all. Dr. Montgomery (putting her safety glasses back on and handing McKay his tablet): Hmm.. -- Dr. Montgomery: Tell them to give me a signal and I'll disrupt Oasis from here. Five minutes tops. -- Agent McKay: An hour would be better. Dr. Montgomery: An hour at this stage would risk permanent damage to the parts of her we need to 'win the war'. *Five minutes.* -- Agent McKay: Five minutes. I'll let them know to send you a signal. Dr. Montgomery: How are you going to keep the boss from noticing the Mater-2 launching? Agent McKay: He's rather fixated on our captive Gwynn. He's planning a grand dinner for her. -- Dr. Montgomery: Let's not be the main course. Agent McKay: An hour there, and hour back, Shankraft will be on the team and we can tell him over dessert. Dr. Montgomery: What's for dessert? Agent McKay: Hopefully not our asses. Dr. Montgomery: Let's not be that course either. | Flag | ||||
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=== Stick-Figure-Gwynn: Glad to see you've given up trying to make Pete draw this week. I like the idea of throwing a party better. -- Stick-Figure-Torg: Not just any party, Gwynn! I've invited Jaya, Crystal, Dr. Schlock, any surviving Hereti-Corp members, Riff's alien friends from Art Belal's compound, Dr. Lorna, Riff's biological father *and* a mystery guest from /*my*/ past. -- Stick-Figure-Torg (holding stick-door open): Each with a unique identity and style. Pete will have to draw each one uniquely, and write dialogue for them individually! No cut-n-paste, no pattern-fills. -- Torg: Here they come! -- (panel is completely black, except for dialog) Stick-Figure-Battery-Powered-Radio: A power surge has caused a massive blackout across the Eastern Seaboard! Luckily for you, you had this battery powered radio on! Stick-Figure-Torg: Blackout? But...but it's daytime! Stick-Figure-Battery-Powered-Radio: It's *that* massive. | Flag | ||||
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1-of-3 (under his breath): Observe as I get no credit and you wonder why we androids hate you. *Yay!* Three space slaves: *Yay!* Two other space slaves: *Thanks to Captain Torg!* One other space slave: *He's our hero!* -- Stick-Figure-Zoë as Lt. Ihearu: Captain Torg! Stick-Figure-Torg: Lt. Ihearu! What are you doing here? Stick-Figure-Riff: Check the manifest, Captain Torg! One of the ships this Knifeshirtian Chompnaut-class Battleship swallowed was our /original ship!/ *Our /surviving crew is here!/* Stick-Figure-Torg: /*Yes!* Let's take our ship and crew and go home! *Come on guys!* Lt. Ihearu: Er... well... Stick-Figure-Gwynn (carrying a pick axe; grabbing Lt. Ihearu by the arm): Look at the time! | You know this iron ain't gonna mine itself! === NOTE: Ref: _Lt. Ihearu_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20060518>. | Flag | ||||
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Stick-Figure-Zoë as Lt. Ihearu: /Well... um.../ -- Stick-Figure-Torg: /Pleeeeeeeeese?/ Lt. Ihearu: OK. -- (Stick-Figure-Torg's ship exits the Knifeshirtian ship's bay) -- (Stick-Figure-Torg's ship takes off...) -- 1-of-3: I'm still on bathroom duty? Seriously? Sign behind 1-of-3: <-- <toilet> Stick-Figure-Torg: My ship's back! My crew's back! And we have the coordinates for Earth! In a lot of ways I truly am *the king of the universe!* Set a course for home, my loyal crew. -- Lt. Ihearu: /Phh.../ *Loyal?* He's just lucky it's his birthday. Stick-Figure-Gwynn: Yep, we're totally remutinying tomorrow. Please RSVP on my MyFace™ event. 1-of-3 just joined! | Flag |
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