Lo and behold - an update!
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One of those, “a concise summary of the entire comic” panels.
Last one I feel is up to snuff to share - a wonky-anatomy doodle of Bjorn with some kind of clunky Game Gear / Old School Gameboy handheld console.
More proof that work is happening! Slowly!
ONE FUCKING JOB
But uh yeah I wound up being murdered by my day job. I also had yet another poll end in a tie that never broke and I hated the options that tied so I guess in the future, I will not poll for opinions, and just draw you muscled monster dudes in chippendale outfits and forget Roddy’s body hair and sweet lord I just want to sleep but
I am so happy to be drawing them again that I don’t actually care that this is overall kind of horrible as far as values go. I don’t even mean artistic value in terms of depths. I just mean I am a bad person and I am apparently from some alternate dimension where the Hawkeye initiative must be redundant because I already draw too much beef in cheesy situations.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I want to draw and work on my comic and get a valentine’s day picture drawn and design a new character on impulse and play sims 3 and script carry on with darksiders 2 but I mostly want to draw the BroT3. I miss workin’ with them.
rassafraggin asked: Bjorn.. so I read somewhere that you didn't used to wear clothes much. Now that you do, which state would you honestly prefer?
Still prefers no clothes! Sebastian says, is culture change - that at home, where am froms, body parts is not…rude, like here? Mnuh. Is weird! But always, at least tries to wear under-shorts at apartsment, to being nice! And always, clothes in winter. Not as cold in new home, as was in old? But, still. Brr!
dumbass-slacker asked: Does Bjorn have a high metabolism? He seems to put a lot of food without putting on any weight. Oh, and that reminds me... -Hands Bjorn a plate of cookies- Enjoy! ^w^
[I will try to be heard over the sounds of chewing!
But, yes, Bjorn has a supernatural metabolism - even for a young, active, twenty-something male. It’s something to do with trolls, changelings, magic shenanigans and an extra organ that kinda works together with his gall blatter, spleen and pancreas. I don’t get super-scientific with it. It’s a fantasy story. %D ]
gillbear asked: Bjorn darlin, do you like looking at clouds? and also, what is your favorite thing?
Lookings…at a clouds? When I was little! Sometime, will still be looking, but in lots of weather at city? See so much of clouds, can be harder to look at skies.
Favorites thing? Favorites thing…ah…friends! …are friends thing? Uhm…
[We will allow him to carefully consider whether or not that is a fair answer, and assure everyone that if we begin to smell burning we will encourage Bjorn to do something easier than thinking and relax for the rest of the day with some snacks. -Ed.]
gillbear asked: Hey Sebastian, how did you meet the people in your group? If that's a spoiler and you can't share it, then tell me if you know how to swim. And do you have any phobias?
Well…ah. Ran into Bjorn as I was getting chased out of my old apartment. Quarter City in Wyvlaun - they don’t take real kindly to the unliving, in my case, and get a little paranoid of foreign non-humans who don’t have all their documentation…in the kid’s case. Couple months to a year later, after we’d kinda settled into Deluge City, out East in Marina. I was looking through ads for an actual place to stay over the Undead Shelter the had on the outskirts, and found ONE place that seemed fairly lax on who, or what moved in with them, as long as you were okay with dogs. And, that basically was how I found Roddy - his two roommates and co-workers went, ah…missing, to put it simply. So, he kinda wound up getting us our place, and our jobs over on the docks. (Really lucky we met him, he’s a great guy.) I think that’s short enough to say how without the writer-lady cracking the whip on me, eh?
As for the miscellaneous questions…I know how to swim. But phobias kind of strike me as a wild, irrational fear. I won’t say I don’t got anxiety, or worries, or that I don’t get scared of shit, sometimes, but I wouldn’t say I got any phobias.
I’d nag him about saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ but that also probably opens up ‘don’t talk with your mouth full’, and just…no manner! None. But thank you on his behalf!
What in the - an update! For BOSS MONSTER! I have some notes that don’t bear repeating in the on-site description, but let’s just try and eeaaase back into this whole ‘scheduled update’ thing, shall we?
In case you forgot where it left off, 3 non-human roomies and their drooly bulldog have decided to call a lady about an opportunity.
The dog wasn’t really a part of the decision, but Bugsy is ever-present.