I didn’t want to resort to a pause mid-chapter, but unfortunately this is what it’s coming down to.

You see, though ComicPress is a fine comic platform, I found a WordPress Plugin (WebComic) which would allow me to do things CPress simply does not give me the means to do. Among these was the possibility to publish two or more comics in the same WordPress site, which would save me the annoyance of logging in two different sites twice a week to upload two different sets of pages. After roughly three years of that you just get sick of all this logging around.

Which is why the comic transfer has already been completed, and now both God of Destruction and Sinful cohabit peacefully in the same directory. Comments were also imported, though a couple may have been woefully lost. But no matter; I would link the new directory here, but the site is still ugly, and it feels like receiving visitors while in a bathrobe. There are no new pages there anyway, mostly because of the essay I mentioned on the image above.

This essay wasn’t going to be nearly as much of a bane to my existence as it currently is. The college calendar gave me plenty of time to think about it… until it suddenly didn’t, and then I had to think about it NOW, which made me spiral down into a panic vortex midway through my site shuffling. I was supposed to have until January to finish that shit. Now I only have a couple of months, and I have absolutely nothing started. My head is empty. I can’t draw comics and I can’t write essays. I can only scribble stupid shit.

I’m awfully sorry for the hiatus, and also awfully sorry for myself.

You are also a badly drawn girl with the top of her head missing.

Beatrice is much better drawn.

Such a stud.

Beatrice probably wishes she were dealing with a true stud.

Do ROUSes spit fire? I can’t remember.

Beatrice probably knows.

Can’t work on an empty stomach.

Meanwhile, BEATRICE!

He’s like a pumpkin zombie.

Herbert’s brains are also pumpkin.

That is the crappiest pumpkin in the world.

Herbert agrees.

Sorry for the week-long hiatus >_> I had connection issues. Still do, kinda, but I’ll upload enough pages to last me a couple weeks. The next chapter is halfway sketched, but it’s taking a little longer because I also intend to launch a new look for the site along with it, and maybe a couple of surprises.

Bert continues to recount his traumatic past.

I had to draw this with my dog jumping and barking on my lap over a moth on the ceiling. It sure was just like fun, only not.

Herbert angsts over his past, fraught with all the awful abuse other people suffered from him.

I was originally going to write “Beth”, but then I thought any Beths out there might feel offended.

Meanwhile, Bert reminisces upon the campfire of evil.