All comics by dann

 

Atsie by dann 10-26-02
What's on the agenda, RockBar? Chancellor Constantine called and there's a dinner for all the new recruits tonight. Blakeshore Castle.	Blakeshore Castle? Isn't that where they store all that old military equipment? Equipment, experiments, sexy titanium wastebaskets with gentle steplid action - they got it all there.	Hey, I'm married, not dead.

 

... by dann 10-26-02
What should I wear, KinKX? I want something that says "I'm professional, but not cold." Something with a high neckline.	And also says "I'm attractive, but not slutty." Something with a low back.	But mostly I want it to say "I ain't gonna steal all your military shit", cause that's what I plan to do. Something with pockets.

 

... by dann 10-26-02
Through the drain pipe, into the sewer. 3 cliques down and on the left will be the runoff pipe from the janitor's closet.	Strip naked, rub myself with sewer muck, slide up the pipe. I'll enter in the basement. The basement has a silver chloride laser light alarm system.	But if I crawl along the bookshelves and file cabinets, I should be able to make my way to the hall. Then it's just a matter of finding where they keep the boy toys.

 

... by dann 10-31-02
For eternity this sewer has been guarded by a stream of colors. They flittered and coalesced in the primordial soup of your world, contracting and expanding in concentric circles!	For eternity they have guarded its kernel, which throbs and glows a bright white power that makes worlds explode into waves of rubble that expand out into the universe as a warning beacon to others!	For eternity they have awaited the coming of The One, who would speak The Word, the breadth and width of which would expand out triumphantly, shattering the sewer's seal and allowing her entrance! Please?

 

Please was it by dann 11-09-02
In the sewer... Oof. I've got butterflies in my stomach.	Butterflies? Or a horrendous churning at being in the presence of the entity that painted time onto the dull blank walls of the cosmos and explodes its mighty tendrils into every square inch still!!	More like butterflies. What did you have for lunch?

 

... by dann 11-09-02
So... so you're... God? I am probability. I am the percentage sign, the reading between the lines, the confluence of yes and no, the maybe, the grey, the spiraling confusion in your head when uncertain.	My essence encompasses everything, encasing it in the warm gooiness of uncertainty. I flow over the mountains and valleys of a land, over the mouth and nostrils of its inhabitants.	So are you God? I'm not really sure.

 

... by dann 11-09-02
So... so you're... God? I am probability. I am the percentage sign, the reading between the lines, the confluence of yes and no, the maybe, the grey, the spiraling confusion in your head when uncertain.	My essence encompasses everything, encasing it in the warm gooiness of uncertainty. I flow over the mountains and valleys of a land, over the mouth and nostrils of its inhabitants.	So are you God? I'm not really sure.

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