QTMC 10!

Here it is, the decennial edition of Quick Time Moral Choice, written by yours truely, I'm sad to say.

(So is everyone else, Hjels...)

Unfortunately, I got no submissions for the guest writer spot, but I soldiered on on my own, completely alone in the cold, bitter wilderness. Like a bear cub, lost from it's mother, trudging across the barren tundra, I walked with no salvation in sight, with only my own unshakeable belief in the project for company. When the night was at it's darkest, I...

I seem to have lost my train of thought...

Ah yes! Read, enjoy, be back for more. Please...

While we're waiting for 10

In case you've ever wondered what I do, when I should be writing, drawing or dancing like a monkey for your amusement, here it is. I run around shooting my friends, both with virtual bullets, and actual insults. I've been a part of a small gaming community for the last eight years, and I've wasted countless potentially productive hours playing around with them, and I don't regret a second of it.

While you're awaiting QTMC in what I can only assume is breathless anticipation, here's a little snippet of gameplay footage of a round of Battlefield 3 from yesterday, where my choice of weapon quickly got on people's nerves. So if you're a fan of impenetrable in-jokes and crazy accents, you should give it a click, and I'll just finish the next comic strip in the meantime.

I'm the one with the obnoxious laugh.