In general, I read a lot of CAD here and thought, why not start a blog interactive comic. The bottom line is that any blogginger (blogger, blogging… it doesn’t matter) proposes a plot, characters, action and commentary with all of the above, the one that received the most pluses becomes canon and I implement it in the form of a comic book, after the first comic is posted, the proposal of plots for the continuation begins. Again, who has gained more advantages of that plot and becomes a canonical continuation and (you won’t believe it) I’m drawing it again in the form of a comic book.
In short, it turns out to be complete hell and sadomy, but it will be our own blog sadomy and hell, created by you, my fellow blogging people.
That’s the whole idea.
Leave your wishes, suggestions, reasoned criticism, just insults and so on in the comments below.
Yes, I’m still not sure that I can pull it off, but I’m full of desire to try, and you can trust me about this.
So here it is, the first issue:
I’m a little late with the updates, I wanted to finish off the arch first, but okay, I’ll post it for now.
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King Crazy Fist. ruling the country with an iron fist. BEHIND him is a secret society – RINAT, which really rules the country. A country plunging into the abyss of cancer and twinning. The moderators are angry, they have banned prostitution and card-carrying. People are grumbling. And I… want to sleep. You’ll screw it all up anyway. you’ll forget about everything. I don’t believe in you guys. Go to.
7 Douchbags
Throughout the city, especially on Maidan Nezalezhnosti, it was so noisy that it seemed as if this noise would awaken the dead and they would soon rise from their graves to punish those who dared to disturb their eternal sleep.
Although, looking at the crowd that was jumping non-stop and shouting “Whoever doesn’t jump is a Muscovite,” I couldn’t shake the feeling that the living dead were not there, in the graves, but here, in the square, and they themselves didn’t understand what abyss they were “jumping” into.
Poverty and old devastation reigned in the country, but for the time being the government quite successfully managed to fool the people.
So today the crowd was promised a spectacle that could cloud their minds and distract them from heavy thoughts about the fate of both the whole country and each individual.
Suddenly everyone became quiet and a very https://theviccasino.co.uk/ well-fed middle-aged man attracted the attention of the people. Behind him, a group of workers rolled onto the stage exactly seven cages covered with a blanket.
— My dear brothers and sisters! Today marks exactly 5 years since the death of the hero of our Fatherland, who left this mortal coil so early – Erloslav Hritsko. The great son of the Ukrainian people fell victim to a treacherous conspiracy of the damned Muscovites. And today, in order to once again show the rottenness of the soul of our eternal enemies, we are organizing a “Royal Battle” among seven murderous Muscovites. Comrades, show us their ugly faces!
The workers immediately complied with the demand and exactly six people appeared before the horde of thousands of jumpers, whose faces were hidden behind various painted masks.
Two of them tried as best they could to get closer to each other, they were so strongly attracted by the power of love: (The names of these two were Gorast and Afix.
The next exhibit was a real monster, whose face was covered with a three-stripe scar. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly burst into a very loud and ominous laugh, quite frightening the people in the area, and the cuts turned bright red. These were brackets… And Sackboy
The other, Vagud, wore the mask of the noble turian Garrus Vakarian. Except that it was coated with a brown substance of unknown origin – either chocolate or crap (escusé mois for my French)
But this character, with a swastika on his face, was literally burning with hatred for the people around him, both literally and figuratively. After all, they were all schoolboys. CREATURES, BASTARDS, SCHOOLCHILDREN, I WILL KILL YOU ALL. And I am quoting the most decent words that came out of his mouth. His name was Vadim Adenoidovich Khinkel.
Last on the list, but certainly not least, is a dude with a cute (at first glance, of course) animal – Kiwi. The crowd, no matter how cruel it was, felt some pity for him, apparently he touched them with something. But then he began to overwhelm those around him with whining and stupid questions, and at the moment of his highest stupidity, the suffering of this animal was interrupted in a very effective way – by cutting off the head… The killer could not be seen – he appeared near his victim in the blink of an eye, killed her and instantly moved in time somewhere to Siberia, from where the cry “Geronimooooo” reached Kyiv
I apologize for the fact that it turned out somehow awkward and for all the grammatical errors, but I hope that I was able to more accurately convey the atmosphere of this nonsense that came from my pen :3
Pasha plays tokhu. And bombs! Bombs correctly, bombs at the right moments.
And then suddenly it doesn’t bomb, and goes perfect… pacifism mod.
And then he wakes up in a cold sweat, and writes in the smoking room that he had SUCH A NIGHTMARE.
Then, after 5 minutes, he thinks, why not try? And he decides to launch Tokha… And the disk with bioshock, standing on its edge, on the table, spins and does not fall!
It’s a little subtle so not everyone will understand.
Can you do this.
There will be such a character as “Typical Keanu”. Yes, they will call him “Typical Keanu”. He lives an ordinary life, but he has one peculiarity. If he starts something, he can delete it (and sometimes not). For example, he makes a sandwich in the kitchen. Does, does. Looks at him, he doesn’t like him. And he deletes it (does not throw it away, but simply deletes it). And so with many things. Or for example, he organized some kind of meeting with friends, or something like that. And then he changes his mind. And he simply deletes this meeting (not cancels, but deletes). And everyone reacts to this normally, saying “This is typical Keanu”. So he washes himself in the shower, looks at his eggs, REMOVES the eggs, and then loads in new ones! What am I carrying??
A thin, moderately tall guy stands at the door and nervously, in a whisper, counts to ten. When he says "ten" he carefully opens the door. The door opens with a creak and he enters the room, after which he again carefully closes the door and presses it. Two pairs of eyes are looking at him. He turns and quietly steps forward. He does not raise his legs high and lowers them calmly, so as not to make unnecessary noise. In the room, a guy and a girl are sitting on two old wooden chairs, they look carefully at the stranger. The guy asks:
– Who are you and what do you need??
A stranger approaches a girl and hands her a sealed, unmarked envelope.
– This is for you.
The girl asks:
— From whom?
– It doesn’t matter.
– What’s in it??
— Not known.
– For what?
– That’s how it should be.
The stranger turns away and leaves just as quietly. Screams are heard from the room.
It’s better to come up with the beginning yourself, and let the bloggers suggest the continuation.
Or just write a story and at the end give a choice of the actions of the main character and so there will be an interactive story in which the entire blog is controlled by one character.
In any case, I upvote the idea. God forbid you won’t be too lazy to do this
He remembers that he doesn’t have a girlfriend, and in general, he’s a hiccup. In the end, it turns out that he deleted the child of some serious mafioso, who cuts off Keanu’s hands, and Keanu can no longer point two fingers at his head and delete something. And then Morpheus comes and says that Keanu is the chosen one, but sees the absence of hands, and the heroes go to get the hands to sew them back. In the meantime, there are no hands, in their place they attach a rocket launcher and a chainsaw, and in short the action. And then it turns out that the mafioso is a cannibal and has already eaten his hands. And the end of the world begins, nuclear warheads explode, there is devastation all around, and all that. But Keanu survives, turns into a ghoul, and works as an assassin for the rest of his life.
If I’m not destined to see my graphomaniac rant in the form of a comic book, then maybe you can at least draw the great martyr and hero Erloslav?
The seventh is I****x :3 Yes, and it will be some kind of reference to the title of the film 7 Psychopaths, which I liked