Chapter 5 | Page 11

D: So much sadface in this chapter.

Vote on TWC this week to see the thumbnail for next week’s page (again). I probably should have shown that hole in the ceiling sooner.

According to Google Analytics, I have a number of readers in Norway, and a few in Oslo. I wanted to take a moment to say my heart goes out to all of you. What happened in Oslo and especially on Utoya is some of the most heartrending stuff I’ve ever read about. I hope none of you guys were affected directly, and my thoughts are with you. <3 See you next week.


Discussion (14) ¬

  1. So…I guess Stubbles didn’t get enough hugs from dear old Pops when he was a kid?

    Way to be a complete jerkass, Stubbles.

    • Jerkass is a good moniker for him.

      • At least, the seemingly older brother seems nicer.

  2. Ms. Schanze, I would also like to extend my sympathy to the people of Norway for the heart rendering events which transpired last week. God comfort you all in this time of great grief. I would like to also add for the Norwegians to remember a pledge made by their ancestors who fought in the Resistance movement during World War II. Those sacred words written on a plaque on a wall at Akershus Fortress, Oslo, Norway..those words translated in English reads: “NEVER AGAIN!”

  3. See, when you pray, you should always look up, not down. She better hurry before that cup of stuff kicks in.

  4. too much sadface everywhere. i don’t know what more to say. for the comic, or the world.

    • Yeah, but take heart! There’s happy faces too eventually. :3

  5. Ah, but would she have noticed the hole in the ceiling earlier? She was, after all, somewhat overwrought.

    • Probably not. She was more in a panic mode than escape mode earlier. XD

      • Hmm.

        You know, if the drink had something to sedate her, it probably calmed down her panic enough to let her see that. In which case, it was, after all, a good thing.

        What a concept.

        • I love the last 2 panels. She doesn’t move an inch. DUN-DUN-DUN.

  6. Of course, it’s all Hedda’s fault that his father didn’t love him more (not his or his father’s).