April 18, 2009
Panel 1: The ambiguously gay hyena pup (I mean really, “Sassy”?) clearly has not caught the note of panic in the Elf’s voice here.
Panel 2: Ugh, I feel icky when the Elf breaches the fourth wall and talks directly to me. In particular, his two-dimensional circle face makes me feel nauseous.
Panel 3: And this, my friends, is what happens when pure dorkiness runs into pure lameness…not much: a minor flash of light, but no heat and no noise.
April 20, 2009
Panel 1: Today’s narration box isn’t quite right. The Elf has not, in fact, run out the door. He has run toward the door and crashed into Stringy while still inside the house. The camera, however, does appear to be making good its escape. Perhaps it will now return to Lost Forest and warn Mark about the Elf’s capture.
Panel 2: Oops, Stringy, you left out three important questions: who, when, and where. Let me help out:
“Who gave you that fabulous haircut?”
“When are you going to shut that damn yappy-ass dog up?”
“Where did you find this beautiful velvet shirt?”
Panel 3: “And then I just stumbled through the open door. And then I just happened to pick up this camera. And I just want my Mommeeeeeeeeeee!”
April 21, 2009
Panel 1: That’s cool. Talk about the kid in the 3rd person long enough and he might fall into a dissociative fugue and forget everything he saw here. Of course, the line between the Elf’s normal state and a dissociative fugue is a mighty fine one, so it’s entirely possible that all the 3rd personing would be for naught and our eponymous, androgynous hero could decipher the information hidden in the Elf’s litany of tics, exclamations and twitches.
Panel 2: Sassy is finally earning his name here, that little smart ass.
Panel 3: Well, there’s only one solution: tie him to a giant rock and sink him in the lake. Wait, what’s that? This is Mark Trail. Shit. I guess that means you’re going to have to take him on a hike up into the woods to hide out in a cave so that when Sassy escapes and confirms that the camera told Mark, Mark will be able to track you up to the cave and apply a bit of frontier justice to your asses.