
Hunter Black Page 0791 – Hunter’s Actual Half-Dozen
Most of you reading this page probably know about our tendency to sneak Sesame Street characters into the comic. This […]
Most of you reading this page probably know about our tendency to sneak Sesame Street characters into the comic. This […]
I don’t think that the moon is ever that big.
I love this page. Not much happens, but I think that Will sells what we DO have here extraordinarily well. […]
When I went to post this page, I couldn’t help but notice that Page 800 is up in our dropbox […]
After the last few pages, I’m sure that this is catching no one off guard. So maybe Hunter IS really […]
If I was a better writer, I would’ve found some way to make Page 800 more of a milestone page. […]
I feel a little like people don’t fully understand our most recent flashback, which distresses me. Are you all clear […]
I hope you guys like the whispering font, because you’re going to be seeing a lot of it for a […]
Things that Will loves: 1. Ninja outfits 2. Pads on ONE SHOULDER ONLY.
You know, sometimes when I’m writing dialogue, I have to choose between “crime story appropriate” and “fantasy appropriate.” I mean, […]
An old friend from junior high school recently posted that her favorite word is “cockamamie.” I’d totally forgotten that I’d […]
One of the weird things about writing this scene has been writing about Hunter Black as a woman. I’ve been […]
One of you guys pointed out that Hunter’s movements are still masculine, which is cool…but I don’t think I’ve ever […]
I THINK…I could be wrong, but…I THINK I just threw a big old monkey wrench into what I’ve been doing […]
I love the art of world-building. I used to love how much and how thoroughly Chuck Dixon would use specificity […]
You know, I’m just now noticing that the next set of double doors is round! You see, I’m smart. (I […]
You know what weird thing I dig? Hunter’s mask apparently has a gauzy white cover over her eyes. I don’t […]
This is less a trap than an obstacle…and it is not an obstacle you are allowed to avoid.
My twisted sense of feminism rears it misshapen head once again.