Now meet Andrew Hoek. We know it might be hard to keep everyone straight, so we’ve written a webpage explicitly devoted to listing characters. This is main character number four, and we feel your pain. We appreciate the effort you’re giving us.
The Suckered
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Are Not Enough To Show I Care
Wow. Who would have thought that a month’s worth of days could transpire so quickly. You know what happened? I think we were counting eight day weeks instead of seven day weeks.
It was bound to happen. Hell, it happened to The Beatles.
Also, in the course of that month, a monumental thing happened:- we moved. We haven’t departed the Queen City; on the contrary, we’ve nestled ourselves deeper within her bosom. And as much as that sentence inspires its own fanfic-slash-civil-erotica comic strip, this post is about The Suckered (which is less of a slash and more of a squiggle).
We shall return. We haven’t forgotten our dears, and I haven’t forgotten my boast, rodomontade and cock-a-hoop though it was.
Eight Days A Week…
Regarding: EPISODE 001: 20 MINUTES
As the writer of The Suckered, let me say this: this is just Episode 001. Remember Star Wars: Episode I? Yeah, it sucked, but it helped build a foundation of characters and mythology (eh, kinda). That’s what we’re doing here. We’re trying to build (and gradually reveal) an entire world within which Oku and Juniper (and others) live and mostly work. So, if you felt disappointed in reading episode one, that’s okay. We just ask that you keep an open mind (or eight) when we release upcoming episode.
We promise that Oku, Juniper, and everyone at Octal Industries will shortly own a small piece of your heart. Subscribe to the feed, and forget about us. Come EPISODE 002, we’ll be that happy surprise you forgot you left yourself.
The Answer Is You
It’s a question you’ll read often. At first it felt clever, two-toned and brilliant. Now, I’m not so sure. You’ll find out what I mean in a minute.
This whole thing started with a trip to the Library. Holli wanted to draw some manga, and I couldn’t pass up a trip to the Library. We felt reasonably confident that being able to find manga to read meant we could find books about drawing manga. As it turned out, we were right. With an armful of books, we made our way home. Holli started to draw, and I started to dream.
