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So instead of dragging out this answering machine message into infinity, I’ve decided to post a 4-page update on Wednesday (7/16). Then we’ll take a little break, and regular updates will resume in August. Sound good?
So instead of dragging out this answering machine message into infinity, I’ve decided to post a 4-page update on Wednesday (7/16). Then we’ll take a little break, and regular updates will resume in August. Sound good?
Well I personally liked being in answering machine purgatory. It added tension, opportunity for conversation, and built character. Like hunger.
I feel incredibly moved by this sequence, but also terrified by your author’s note.
Seconded.
Okay yeah she’s definitely talking to Echo directly here.
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Order in the court, you little freak.
Poor Mustard, at this point she’s probably carrying enough death flags to cover herself, the rest of this webcomic, several related webcomics, and probably has enoufh leftvover to feed some poor family of african Visual Novels for a month.
Worse. She has enough death flags for a Kristov art piece.
wow, I only get two minutes of emotional phone confessions before my time expires. guess the answering machine is too polite to cut McBell off
seriously though, McBell is a brave sweet bean, and I wish I could hug her. She reminds me of my brother
She finally got that cinnamon bun….
Oh no, McBell ate a sticky bun, now she’ll have to rush to the bathroom during her fight with Echo.
I think I see what’s going on here. The other scene’s so stuffed with death flags that Maggie can’t physically move in for the kill.
Honestly, who knew how much Mustard meant to McBell. Talk about a 180 flipping emotional state for just a great impressions of lawyer.
Is that going to be noticed by Echo? Can they communicate through the fourth wall? … Is that a proper challenge?
I mean, there’s no way she’s just screaming at an imaginary judge here, right?
Meanwhile, in the real world, nothing is more irritating than a voice message from someone who babbles on and on without getting to the point. Just give me your goddamn number so I can call you back already. Though I guess that would spoil the whole “tragic message for someone who will never receive it” routine you’re got going here. Which is very good, btw.
I want a split screen camera so we can see Echo and Mustard at the same time.
E: “My hands really are tied here, she pushed you past the Death Flag Event Horizon like two minutes ago.”
M: “Wat”
now i fear Mustard is gonna die