I am seeing these wonderful artworks squeeze slowly onto my phone screen using airline WIFi. Such incredible depiction of the docks and amazing scenes of mayhem. Your art is the only thing on this damn airplane making me smile. Even the mini wine bottles are warm.
I told you to avoid Sin Street Airlines! But the good thing is you will always have a link to your noir world aboard their planes. No matter what your flight is, no matter how hard you try to escape, some dark images will always stick with you. Enjoy your flight!
Your farewell shows a certain attachment! I agree that Kate knows how to write and I am glad you appreciate the artwork. Thank you for following the story. You know the saying... The calm before the storm.
I'm a week overdue with my take, but I've been wanting to use this paraphrase for a long time:
"Mistah Max--he dead."
Apologies to T.S. Eliot--and Joseph Conrad, for that matter. But thank Christ that goddamn worthless discount pseudo-Machiavellian fuck-up is off the board! God, what a blessing! Cue the standing ovations! A pathetic "villain" figure, if you want to dishonor villainy--sort of a bush-league villain, like the kind Disney puts out there for their atrocious "Star Wars" products. I knew he was bad news from the start, and Erin pegged him with a strap-on to rival a self-propelled 155mm artillery piece by robbing him of 12 billion overnight! Now she has an army, 12 billion in ready cash, a psycho killer ex-mercenary sub at her beck and call, a second psycho killer female sub, and Sissitrix the armorer, who, most likely, is running this whole thing, unbeknownst to all the principals. And of course, five-star pro-domme Diana, another candidate for being at the top, or possibly in a joint venture with Sissitrix.
Aside from Max being sent to Davy Jones' Locker, I'm content with putting #16 in with the transitional episodes in the Sin Street saga. You've both given us big-time plot points, reveals, and surprises in the last few installments, so we needed an intermezzo, and this is it. Now that uber pain-in-the-ass Max is deader than a can of tuna fish, and sleeps with them as well, we can uncover more mysteries. Great work on providing a pleasant, rewarding pallette cleansing experience in this one!
Oh yes, I am laughing out loud! You speak so marvelously of Max that I am thinking about creating a spin-off! Thanks for being there John, you are really part of this noir universe.
The dark's my steady hangout, Kate, but few there are with the guts and daring to enter! It's where all the fun's at straight-up! Also, the coolest, most fascinating people, too...
Hope it's a part shrouded in an eerie, twilit, silhouette of ambiguous, vaguely menacing, and unsettling shade, such as one would experience traveling by oneself on a chilly, early Autumn evening, when the sun has just sunk beneath the horizon, and the approach of night's gloom from the east has overpowered the bright memories of the past day, making its triumphal march across the sky, under which its native, clandestine creatures have exclusive domain. That time when the immortal, yet damned prowl the earth--beyond redemption, stalking the random, unwary wanderer along lonely, dark roads. Or perhaps the adepts of forbidden arts convene in secrecy in unknown crypts in pursuit of ancient knowledge taught our primordial ancestors by rebel angels cast from Heaven in an arcane tongue comprehended only by those who have paid the initiation fee in an oath of blood, murder, and eternal doom!
Hi John, we delivered a death scene worthy of a villain who could have been much nicer. For me Max was difficult to place on one side or the other. If he pledged full loyalty to RO, he would have been their puppet. As it was, he hampered and frustrated Erin's forward march so the old coal barge, a diesel slick and a few hundred kilos of marine anchor chain beckoned.
I get you, Kate. Villains aren't nice by definition--if they're nice, they suck. Sooooo 21st century. Nothing more off-putting than a "woke," socially-conscious, evolved, "New Age Guy" evildoer, no? Can you see someone like Blofeld telling James Bond something like:
"Well, Commander Bond, you're misinformed--obviously a product of your Eurocentric upbringing and elitist, hypercapitalist Oxbridge education, you oppressor! No! SPECTRE is a world-conquering organization! But we're dedicated to conquering the world in a sustainable way, using 100% renewable energy! Not sure if you noticed my narrow-minded adversary, but the torture machine we're very emotionally conflicted about having you strapped to right now is solar-powered, man! How cool is that? Now, where were we?"
The machines checked more of the classic "villain" boxes I think.
I am seeing these wonderful artworks squeeze slowly onto my phone screen using airline WIFi. Such incredible depiction of the docks and amazing scenes of mayhem. Your art is the only thing on this damn airplane making me smile. Even the mini wine bottles are warm.
I told you to avoid Sin Street Airlines! But the good thing is you will always have a link to your noir world aboard their planes. No matter what your flight is, no matter how hard you try to escape, some dark images will always stick with you. Enjoy your flight!
I always love the part where half a dozen people applaud when the pilot lands sucessfully. Sin Street Air, now there’s an idea
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Goodbye Max. A deserving death, well crafted Kate. Thanks again to you for the wonderfully descriptive story and Sissitrix for the superb artwork.
Your farewell shows a certain attachment! I agree that Kate knows how to write and I am glad you appreciate the artwork. Thank you for following the story. You know the saying... The calm before the storm.
Indeed partner. Calm… a reason to relax or be afraid? Very afraid!
Gone but perhaps not forgotten. Thank you for reading and supporting our work
I'm a week overdue with my take, but I've been wanting to use this paraphrase for a long time:
"Mistah Max--he dead."
Apologies to T.S. Eliot--and Joseph Conrad, for that matter. But thank Christ that goddamn worthless discount pseudo-Machiavellian fuck-up is off the board! God, what a blessing! Cue the standing ovations! A pathetic "villain" figure, if you want to dishonor villainy--sort of a bush-league villain, like the kind Disney puts out there for their atrocious "Star Wars" products. I knew he was bad news from the start, and Erin pegged him with a strap-on to rival a self-propelled 155mm artillery piece by robbing him of 12 billion overnight! Now she has an army, 12 billion in ready cash, a psycho killer ex-mercenary sub at her beck and call, a second psycho killer female sub, and Sissitrix the armorer, who, most likely, is running this whole thing, unbeknownst to all the principals. And of course, five-star pro-domme Diana, another candidate for being at the top, or possibly in a joint venture with Sissitrix.
Aside from Max being sent to Davy Jones' Locker, I'm content with putting #16 in with the transitional episodes in the Sin Street saga. You've both given us big-time plot points, reveals, and surprises in the last few installments, so we needed an intermezzo, and this is it. Now that uber pain-in-the-ass Max is deader than a can of tuna fish, and sleeps with them as well, we can uncover more mysteries. Great work on providing a pleasant, rewarding pallette cleansing experience in this one!
Oh yes, I am laughing out loud! You speak so marvelously of Max that I am thinking about creating a spin-off! Thanks for being there John, you are really part of this noir universe.
lols - We are getting darker Sissitrix. Have a lovely weekend
The dark's my steady hangout, Kate, but few there are with the guts and daring to enter! It's where all the fun's at straight-up! Also, the coolest, most fascinating people, too...
I cannot agree more
Hope it's a part shrouded in an eerie, twilit, silhouette of ambiguous, vaguely menacing, and unsettling shade, such as one would experience traveling by oneself on a chilly, early Autumn evening, when the sun has just sunk beneath the horizon, and the approach of night's gloom from the east has overpowered the bright memories of the past day, making its triumphal march across the sky, under which its native, clandestine creatures have exclusive domain. That time when the immortal, yet damned prowl the earth--beyond redemption, stalking the random, unwary wanderer along lonely, dark roads. Or perhaps the adepts of forbidden arts convene in secrecy in unknown crypts in pursuit of ancient knowledge taught our primordial ancestors by rebel angels cast from Heaven in an arcane tongue comprehended only by those who have paid the initiation fee in an oath of blood, murder, and eternal doom!
That's just how I roll...can you dig it?
Hi John, we delivered a death scene worthy of a villain who could have been much nicer. For me Max was difficult to place on one side or the other. If he pledged full loyalty to RO, he would have been their puppet. As it was, he hampered and frustrated Erin's forward march so the old coal barge, a diesel slick and a few hundred kilos of marine anchor chain beckoned.
I get you, Kate. Villains aren't nice by definition--if they're nice, they suck. Sooooo 21st century. Nothing more off-putting than a "woke," socially-conscious, evolved, "New Age Guy" evildoer, no? Can you see someone like Blofeld telling James Bond something like:
"Well, Commander Bond, you're misinformed--obviously a product of your Eurocentric upbringing and elitist, hypercapitalist Oxbridge education, you oppressor! No! SPECTRE is a world-conquering organization! But we're dedicated to conquering the world in a sustainable way, using 100% renewable energy! Not sure if you noticed my narrow-minded adversary, but the torture machine we're very emotionally conflicted about having you strapped to right now is solar-powered, man! How cool is that? Now, where were we?"
The machines checked more of the classic "villain" boxes I think.