It occurred to me that I might spend a bit of time explaining the origin of our comics–particularly when they’re a bit obscure. So something that my webcomic peers have taken to doing naturally I have come to approaching the end of our first year. Yep, I’m a genius.
This comic is based on the Darkspawn from Bioware’s “Dragon Age Universe.” The Darkspawn are, for all intents and purposes, orcs.
Like orcs, they run spasmodically and jabber away in an unintelligible and guttural gibberish. The comic was born by using the old, “They’re not really bad, they’re just misunderstood” trope. In this case the creepy smiling darkspawn was really just an excited kid, who dreamed of reaching the mysterious surface, and exploring its wonders. Sadly the first wonder the boy encountered was the wonder of the wandering warriors (Alliteration!).
In awkward segway news, “The Muppets Movie” is awesome.Watch it. If you don’t like it then I’d like you to check your chest for a scar because Dick Cheney may have drugged you in the night and swapped hearts with you.
PS Unicorn-Soup trivia– our comic was very nearly called “Castle Time” (Trademarked!) after my wife’s comic misunderstanding of the “Dragon Age” title.
I have unleashed a terror on the internet… the terror’s name, “Darth-Paul Fartre.”
What could be more frightening than a flatulent Darth? You can’t snicker when he lets one slip or you’ll wind up on the wrong side of a Force Choke with no Grand Moff Tarkin there to intercede.
He is a a fearsome mix of modern philosophy and potty joke. You’re welcome reader.
The strip itself is based on my experience playing Bioware’s Star Wars: The Old Republic (SWTOR). I chose a Role-Playing/PvP server because one of the greatest barriers to my suspension of disbelief is the player base. If I’m feeling all Han Solo and some guy named “SithedNmyPants” runs by it’s tough for me to stay in a Star Wars frame of mind.
Even on my Role Playing server though, there are far too many names that wouldn’t fit into canon. Such is the life of an MMO Player I suppose.
PS The character on the far left in the cantina panel “OG Buttchin” has possibly the worst, and by extension best gamer name ever.
As one of my students said, “Sometimes something can be so bad that it does a 360 and strangely becomes good.”
I’m not sure if he passed Geometry, but I like the metaphor. Thanks to Jim, the “Buttchin” will live in all your memories as he does ours. A twirling legend.
My wife isn’t a gamer.
The joy one experiences shooting nerds in their digital faces is as lost on her, as the appeal of a Nordstrom’s shoe sale is lost on me.
That’s not to say we haven’t learned things from one another as a result of our divergent hobbies.
She has learned that “Grinding” isn’t just done on the dance floor (though in all honesty, it probably shouldn’t be done there either, let’s class it up people). As she noted, “It’s when the game isn’t fun for you–but at any moment could become fun once you level.” I’ll ask her later why she hung her head and sighed so loudly after telling me that.
I’ve learned the difference between a “pump” and a “wedge.” I’ve also come to find out that I should cry a little bit anytime she pairs the words “Quality” and “Boot.”
I don’t know that it’s good or bad to have all the same hobbies as your spouse. Every couple will work that bit out for themselves–I can confidently say that hobbies don’t define the quality of relationship. As Jack discovered the grass is certainly not greener on the other side–as apparently, the other side is full of cat loving Sims players.
Ah the couch.
A time honored husband tradition. If you haven’t spent time there–well, then you’re single.
If you’ve tried to make your wife sleep there–that would mean you’re probably divorced.
Clearly, Molly and Jack have been married a while too–as she knew to go for his glasses. There’s nothing I hate more than getting smacked in the glasses.
Not that my wife throws things at my head regularly. In fact, the only thing I can ever recall her throwing at me is a pie.
Just like in the movies.
I think she threw a dutch apple pie at me rather than the traditional cream pie. She’s sort of a trailblazer in that regard. Having “Pie” on your Wife CV as the only thing you’ve ever thrown at your husband must mark her as a person of special distinction among other wives. She won’t verify this with me though.
One thing I can independently verify, is that I’m glad pies are difficult to aim. That and I’m glad she throws like a girl.