... which means you'll have
to go to The Barrens.
What?! Are you serious?!
That's on the other side of
the goddamn continent!
 

Nobody said this was going
to be easy. Do you want the
precious wand or not?

Of course I want the wand built.
But holy hell -- why do I have to
cross three territories to get it?
 
Isn't there some sort of
mail-order shit we can do?
First, I live in the middle of
a swamp. Even if there were
mail-order, nobody's going to
deliver anything out here.
 
Second, you're not crossing
three territories for the wand,
you're crossing three territories
for a component of the wand.
Alright, now I know
you're a crazy bitch.
 
So I get the component. Then what?
Jump through my own ass?
Teabag a fire elemental until
my testicles start glowing?
Listen, you're the one who
wanted to become a mage.
Becoming a mage requires
great effort and epic quests!
 
Fine. I'll go get the goddamn thing.
It would be a lot easier to tell a
chick who wasn't programmed to
have such a disproportionately
large chest to piss off.
I heard that!
 
 
 
April 26th, 2005

o, you'd think that someone who shamelessly asks for more exposure to his webcomic would keep his readers up-to-date about his random goings-on!

Well, I assure you, I have a perfectly good explanation! I've just returned from vacation, and I've got more comics on the way. So, please make do with the Archives for now for all your plastic, sarcasm, and ornery needs.

Thank you for your patronage!

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April 8th, 2005

he problem with World of Warcraft is that it chews up an assload of my time. You're forced to run from place to place in an effort to complete quests and gain a foothold among the already insanely-leveled characters in the game. Later on, you use the power of your high level to not get your ass kicked by other, hostile players during player-versus-player throwdowns.

Unfortunately, as I devote leisure time to World of Warcraft, I wind up missing my own Monday/Friday deadlines when it comes to LIPP. Thusly, in an effort to meet those deadlines, I put together a comic with the very vessel of my procrastination embodied in what would otherwise be a one or six frame comic with LIPP's normal, centralized characters.


Well, normal in the loosest sense of the word.

Also, be sure to check into Chuckie & The Rottweiler: A Marriage In Pictures. A nifty little look at the post-wedding action done up all sorts of wrong, wrong, wrong by my friend Erin.

 
 
 
righteous!