Seems like a nice guy. Helped me log back in when I couldn't.
Seems like a nice guy. Helped me log back in when I couldn't.
The fact that after 30 years, he still runs this site, communicates with the users, takes on suggestions and just helps out wherever he can, rather than hiring a bot or algorithm to do it for him is a testament to his epic character ^-^
This is amazing wallpaper material.
Thank you so much ^-^ It was great fun to make! I'd love to do a series of these when I get the chance o.o With loads of NG characters
Very abstract and surreal, the way the characters talk also vaguely remind me of how people speak in dreams where they say stuff you can kind of understand, quite interesting.
I like this take. i think that effect comes from that we are dropped into convos and the narrator is telling us what is happening. certainly omniscient and dream like is there and as i answered in another comment, theres supposed to be an almost afterlife quality to our pov.
I only pop in to newgrounds every now and then look around for a minute or two, and then leave most of the time, but this caught my eye. It looks very interesting. Good luck with the comic!
Edit: I'm usually not one to read webcomics, but I sometimes hear about one that interests me. Newgrounds seems like as good of a place as any to read a webcomic.
Thank you! I always hope to be unique so this is a high compliment for me. Lemme know if you read webcomics on here or otherwise. Trying to find the best home for it.
Best show on the Hub. (Come now, you should know which one.)
Surprised Chris didn't try claiming he actually did have a death note and would use it to try to scare the trolls at one point.
I introduced myself to Caesar on my first playthrough by clearing out the camp with Boone and shooting a variety of explosives into his face after stepping into the tent.
"Yes."
"This homeless imp won't leave, so I've been shooting him with dirty red 12 gauge shells."
He's Mr. White Christmas, he's high on crack.
From the voice of my groaning my bone has cleaved to my flesh, for the days of my life have vanished like smoke, and my bones are parched like ash, and let all my impurities be as fuel for that fire until nothing remains but the Light alone.
Priest
Priest
Ravenholm Chapel
Ravenholm, Somewhere??
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