2010127 (2) – Minor fixes to panel two – lightened the silhouette on the right, added a highlight to Nameless Girl’s boot. The original printed as a solid block of A Leg Vanishing Into Some Dude… I figure if a moderately expensive Epson can’t handle it, I should expect the same of any future print process.
2010127 (5) – Rewrite applied. Whitehouse is now 12% more of a dick! Also, a few more minor art tweaks.
20100130 (1b) – Faded up the border of the last panel. This works with changes made to panels one and two of the next page and it looks nicer.
20101225 – Original page metadata:
Cataclysmic blowjob for the win.
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2008.04.19 – Repaired panel one again (having spent too much time getting it to where it was previously). Minor cleanup otherwise. The repair work is definitely an improvement – it alters NG’s body language a bit, and seems to fit the scene better.
20101225 – Original strip metadata:
Strip 104, 20070829 –
One of the good things about DCR’s strip production method: I get strips I hate, instead of pages.
Oi, oi.
Dear PTB: I CAN HAS DRAW PLZ??? :|
This stems from the fact that I hold myself to a standard well beyond my capabilities as opposed to one I can actually attain, so don’t even with the OMG U CAN DRAW SHUT UP plz. Let me wallow. If we’re lucky it’ll result in better art.
Strip 105, 20070830 –
Much better than the last couple of strips, thankfully.
Unfortunately, the end of the chapter is now a full page (or so) further distant than it was this time last night – I went and laid out a “finale” along the lines of ATC’s interstitial. Which is a bad thing (more work to do) and a good thing (in that it does a few things I want to do with DCR but won’t have the space to do anywhere else after things get rolling).
Strip 106, 20070831 –
Shading and jaggy bits. You know what that means.
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It means this strip would have been up eight hours ago if it weren’t for the puking-in-a-trashcan followed by passing out. Verily, I drank way too much. And shall now pass out some more.
09:47 <@ejp> well, you’re not dead.
09:51 <@solios> that’s a damned lie, that.
09:51 <@ejp> heh
09:51 <@ejp> wtf did you do to yourself?
09:52 <@solios> got drunk with a guy who makes torpedo guidance systems.
09:52 <@ejp> aah.
09:52 <@solios> or… something. involving torpedoes.
09:52 <@ejp> yay for extreme drunkeness
09:55 <@solios> why do we keep doing it when it hurts so fucking much? :|
09:55 <@ejp> in my case? girls.
09:55 <@solios> word
09:55 <@ejp> though tonight I’m determined to get Floaty and not Spinny.
09:55 <@solios> :o
09:55 <@ejp> because being more sober than those around you is ++
09:57 <@solios> I’ve heard
Nothing to be proud of (far from it) but I’m aware of no other method for hard-rebooting a sleeping schedule that’s even half as effective.
I’ve also redacted a bunch of unnecessary shit from the book 3 script – having hacked and gutted all but the most important Heirotus bits, I ought to be able to fit the thing into six chapters (read: “issues”) of Industry Standard Length.
Mastering notes, 2016.12.05 – Fixed a shoulder in panel six.
