I had a dream that Jeremy was leaving AH, and he was playing video games in my apartment, and I tried to get the details, but he just implied he was leaving on bad terms. Then we were on a plane heading to Russia for a debate conference, and it crashed in the Ocean just off the coast of Germany, which was located between Maine and Canada.
geoff ramsey, on Off Topic #90:
"I was in the fucking army for five years and I had friends that were gay and trans and it sucked to watch them have to hide who they were for fucking the entire time we were in the army together. One of my best friends was a woman and it was terrible to watch her have to pretend to be someone she wasn't every fucking day just so she could serve the country."
geoff is a Trusted Friend and i will follow him to the end of the earth
Gavin still got blamed for it… (ebb is somewhat cool)
I had a lot of much fun w lighting and explosions which is the main reason for this. The other reason is “can i make a comic in this style in full colour?” and the answer is yes (the backgrounds r a bit plain but w/e)
I have this weird little headcanon that living as a civilian in achievement city isn’t… that bad? like,
the fahc are borderline insane with the heists they pull, stealing from every bank in the city and getting away in absurdly painted cars. decked out in weird outfits that are always so pristine despite the fact that they seem to wear it all. the time.
it becomes normal to hear laughter on top of the engines of motorcycles, or to see a helicopter swerving madly in the sky as it threads through skyscrapers while getting away from the police.
achievement city’s organizations, the little ngos that try to make it better, receive donations on the regular, any truly innocent person doesn’t stay missing for very long - always returned home with an unbelievable story to tell
(it was the vagabond, I swear - skull and all - he came for me)
you see the golden boy shopping at calvin klein and all he does is hold up two shirts when you stare, asking which looks better? before you hear sirens in the distance. he says I guess both is fine, shoving them in his bag and escapes out the back door, slipping a few hundreds into one of the retail employee’s jean pockets on the way
a mugger pushes you into an alley with a gun to your back and you barely get a word out before you hear a knock that shit off and they’re shoved off you by the jersey devil, more annoyed than anything else. the mugger gawks and runs off and you’re still frozen as the curly haired criminal brushes off your shoulders with a stern stay safe out here
you’re sitting under a tree at the park one afternoon and the kingpin walks up to you, asking mind if I join you? you nod meekly and he plants himself down beside you, pulling out a book of his own, occasionally asking what was happening in yours and leaving you with some recommendations when it was time to go heist
a job is pulled off near your work and roads are crammed with police and traffic, every person within a 100m radius being questioned. the next day you walk in to a fully catered lunch, a small note placed on top reading sorry about the mess - beardo
the self-proclaimed rimmy tim shows up to the bowling alley, cowboy hat and all, and smiles kindly to the teenager working behind the counter while paying for a game. he grabs the lane next to you, saying watch this, and throws the ball in the gutter
and it really was the vagabond breaking down the door that locked you in after what seemed to be like endless gunfire from the main floor, cutting off your restraints and letting you hold onto him on his motorcycle as he drives back to the city, stopping in an abandoned parking lot and offering to walk you home from there
because it’s an unspoken rule of the underground to keep civilians out of it, and you better believe that ramsey enforces it. the little boy who grew up watching the people he knew disappear, swearing on his heart that he’d do whatever he could to change that, even if his methods were a bit unorthodox
then when you post it online later, you get the expected amount of disbelief and yeah right’s, but then you get a comment - fun, but maybe let’s not do that again - v