Frank "Damonk" Cormier
Damonk is a self-professed mad genius, with delusions of being a webcomics know-it-all possessing a godlike command of the English language (since he’s French-Acadian, don’tcha know), the ability to write immaculate reviews, and the undying fanatical love of all those who meet him.
It’s a good thing he has such a wonderfully patient wife to slap him back down to earth and reality every once in a while.
Oh, and sometimes he draws stuff.
Rodrigo Pin is one of the newer crop of webtoonists. Having recently snuck on the scene with his Keenspace-hosted comic Alex and Ilia, he wasn't able to keep himself or his work a secret for very long. Now a very prominent voice among the newer toonists, Pin can be found spreading his words on message boards across the, umm, board.
When Our Leading Edge Sliced Through the Fun Jugular
I wanna charge The Tortured Sympathetic AntiHero with Murder of the First Degree.
He's killed all my fun.
...and when Litchfield pulls out a gun out of nowhere in comic 97 amidst the flames of the burning theater while Author and a pregnant-but-not-really Kate stand at his lunatic mercy on center stage, you can't help but feel both torn and satisfied – as if this had to happen, no matter how much you grew attached to...
Wait. Perhaps it's best if we start this review at the opening credits.
We've all become eggheads.
Have you ever had one of those really vivid, epic dreams, one where the first thought that crosses your semi-conscious mind when you wake up the next morning is, "Damn... that dream would make a great book! Where's my pen, I gotta write this down..."?
When you try to write it out on paper, however, it comes out all clumsy, incoherent, and incomplete. You look at the words inked there and know that they are supposed to be brilliant, but you just can't seem to make that crucial jump from dreamagination to readality. Sound familiar?
Dear Mr. or Mrs. Reader,
I would like to cancel my subscription to your opinions.
I have been a longtime loyal subscriber for almost two years, having originally been won over by your public action's ideals, integrity, and overall quality of judgement. When you first popped up as a small start-up, with a few comments peppered here and there on my newsmagazine articles, you made a profound impact, and quickly won my heart.
Dawn of The Drawing Dead
They don't crawl in the dark alleyways, the creaky old houses, or on the secluded tropical islands of this world, like you'd expect. They don't come from Transylvania, from Haiti, from Raccoon Town, or from Raimi's little rundown shack in the literally penetrating, deep woods.
The Story of Syndie-rella
Once upon a time... there lived an unhappy young webcomic. It was unhappy, because its webhost mommy was dead, and its daddy domain had decided to marry a giant stepPanda in her stead. When she moved in, the widower Panda brought along stepchildish ambitions, and neither liked the webcomic one bit.
Draino for the Brain
Ever have those moments when you can FEEL a major gushing feeling inside, as if your brain and soul bladders were ooze-bursting with those five pitchers of creativity you just chugged down last night while watching some TV show, reading a good book, or being out on the prowl with your posse?
Knowing that the dam's gonna blow anytime, you rush over to your desk, pull out a sheet of instant paper porta-potty (or perhaps you're more of a Windows WordCrapper 2000-kinda person), unzip your mind to whip out your "ballpoint", and then...
...nothing comes out.
Welcome to the painful condition known as Creative Constipation.
Games of Wit, Battles of Rhetoric, and the Art of 'You Suck'
Hey you â€“ yeah you with the nose.
No, wait. Wait. Let me try that again.
You suck, like your momma on my d*** last night.
No, no, wait. Still not quite right.
You suck, like your momma on my d*** while your gf was giving her a tongue dive.
Now I feel I have successfully refuted your position on Austin's stance on the Sense-Datum Theory.