QTMC presents: Quick Time Moral Tales.

I came to a conclusion recently. It was one I struggled against my own entrenched preconceptions to avoid. But there is no way around it, I now realise. You, my dear, dead sexy readers, who have been scientifically proven to have the hardest of asses and the silkiest of hair, are not going to be satisfied with me posting my stupid doodles in comic form every couple of months. You're not going to keep coming back, and gifting me with that which I crave most of all on this earth: more clicks. So, in a desperate attempt at pulling your mouse pointers in my direction, I hereby am proud to announce a new, and very special feature to my little blog I keep hidden away in the internet's basement. I mean, the fact the you've even found it, proves that you are a sleuth on par with Batman himself.

Anyway... QTMC and its creator, me, are proud to announce Quick Time Moral Tales. That's right, from now on I will actually write stuff on here, and not just dripfeed you the comics I provide you with far too seldomly. Quick Time Moral Tales will mainly consist of stories that have accumulated in my warped mind during nearly two and a half decades of video gaming. This bi-weekly feature will occasionally contain illustrations by me, Hjels, your humble servant, and to kick off, I will take you on a tragic and oddly metaphysical journey to the world of Harvest Moon, and a piece I call "Harvested: A tale of love, loss and daily produce."

Look forward to that sometime between christmas and new years, and keep checking back for the comic, which I will release as soon as it's ready.

Did anyone else get caught in that temporal anomaly? No? Just me?

Whoa.

So there I was, minding my own business, slaving over a hot sketch pad, trying to work on the comic you, my handsomest readers where patiently waiting for, when all of a sudden, my room evoporated into a festival of colour and light. I felt like I was pulled through a tunnel of truth, like my very soul was cought in the changing and merciless currents of time itself. It lasted only a moment, but when I regained consciousness, two whole months had passed, leaving you, my stunningly gorgeous audience in the dark as to what was taking the strips so long.

What's more, it seems my sketches must have been eaten by a temporal dog of some kind. A big one!

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Alright, fine. I'm just lazy. But despair not, QTMC is still alive and, if not kicking, then at least shuffling along. 7 is still coming up, and I appreciate your patience.

You sexy thing, you....