I bet you don’t remember these guys. Book 1, anybody? Here, refresh your memory. Oh? What’s that? You remember them? How odd. Well, okay, I’ll believe you. Whatever you say.
So… First page of the year. We’re off to a good start, not that this is any indication. I’m going to be updating only once a week from now on. The result is a slow pace but you get a new page every single week. That’s a schedule! Or at least it will be, once I decide on a particular day to update on. It probably won’t be Friday, that’s all I can say right now.
See you next week!
And you’re off to a great start. I love the bent and bendy notes of music. Meaning the guy must not be very good at it and the music must sound terrible.
No, he’s not exactly great at it. But he’s trying his best, and the birds don’t know any better.
Well, whatever they are, they at least bathe once in a while and enjoy music.
I consider the small one a goblin (a goblin, bathing?! what blasphemy!). I don’t know what the hell the other one’s supposed to be. Overgrown goblin, perhaps? I can make that stuff up, it’s my comic.
It’s your world and your taxonomy, so call them whatever you like. I figured they are related somehow, if only symbiotically, since the big one was carrying the small one. Parent and child? Maybe they have to get really large before they spawn? It’s a good sign that they have the urge to create, even if they aren’t very practiced.