Catastrophe Theory returns next week with a prologue, ‘The Color of Fear,’ before Book 3: Apotheosis starts proper on Dec. 6th! The index is live if you feel like browsing some chapter titles. These projects are ambitious enough to require
Alright, it’s just one because it took forever. I promise Haunted isn’t going to be a talking-head comic! I’m just trying to get the hang of things. BUT WAIT! As a bonus, we’re throwing in a single page of Shu
This week—uh, last week—I was supposed to let the characters answer questions posed to them by readers. So below, the two sims I’ve had the most practice drawing got to answer questions from me, the null reader. What’s fun about
As those of you lovely human beings following this blog know, I’m using Inktober to push myself to publish wonky, mediocre digital art online so that I can release a spinoff comic, Haunted, in November. The idea being I’ll have
So! As the insiders know, I’ve been learning to draw since June with the goal of releasing a comic in November. To practice, I’ve made some portraits for the character page! Here they are. I’ve earned maybe 3–4 skill points
Neural nets have reached a level of comedy previously inaccessible to mankind. Given their inscrutable memes and inedible recipes, neural nets are nowhere near solving society’s problems, but they’ve mastered the art of making humans choke on their own spit
Before Catastrophe Theory solidified into the emotional and philosophical mess it is today, it was a mess of a different sort: details, details, obscure references, intricately constructed jokes, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it jokes, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it major plot points, and captions lampshading those things. It
So! Book II is done. Dunno about you guys, but I could use a breather. For those of you not on the forums, I’ve released some questions to get a discussion started (linked here). Should be fun! I’ve seen amazing
by Kendra Jeong-Espinosa She never saw the marigolds, the blooms that grew today, Releasing airy flecks of gold that rose into the grey; Their petals in the sunlight burned and then, as ash, to earth returned As if to leave
Start from Part I The shade cast by the temporary altar let the summer heat trickle through, enough to tug at the armpits but not enough to complain about if you practically lived in a tux. Xiyuan had slept in