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-- (Alt-Torg looks at the computer screen over Izzy's shoulder. Izzy is madly typing at the keyboard. Both look very worried) Alt-Torg (alarmed): He's surrounded, could be "Dee-Eff-Ay'd" any moment, and he's calling His Masterness a loser? He's the one who lost it! It can't get any worse! -- Rogue REA-5: In case you haven't figured it out yet, you coward, it's *me. Riff.* And I'm /*coming for you.*/ -- Izzy: It's worse. -- (Torg and Isabella in red light) Alarm: ***ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!*** All units avoid central tower and/or witness cautiously! -- (Metro care, filled with happy citizens) Voice over P.A. system: ATTENTION CITIZENS! All traffic into and out of central tower is restricted due to a clean-up in aisle 2. Nothing to worry about! -- (Room in red light, in which a REA-suit with label REA-6 looks at a computer screen) Computer monitor: All optical scans on unit *7433464866* @central twr Terminate on identification! Do not flux! | Flag | ||||
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<***THUD!***> -- Alt-Torg: 4U City probably picked that up! We've got to get back to the precinct now before another squad investigates. -- Alt-Torg: Problem is, what do we do with you now that your REA is mangled? Riff (trying to hold Izzy up): Mine? Oh no, I tested the jumpjets on Six-Pack's REA. Izzy (slumped over): whoa -- 6-Pack: *WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!?* Riff: Well, /look at it./ -- Izzy (from inside her REA): Let's try to act nonchalant as we enter the precinct. Riff (from inside his REA; helping to carry 6-pack): We need a "Plan B" to reach the top of the tower. A power-pulley grapple-gun maybe? 6-Pack (inside the remains of his REA, with his legs sticking out): So you can /*blow my arms off too?*/ How about the /*freaking stairs!*/ Alt-Torg (from inside his REA): You're being /waaay/ chalant, 6-pack! Riff (from inside his REA): Is now a bad time to mention the jumpjets used up all our coffee? | Flag | ||||
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Torg (horrified; whispering): oh no... you gave them... ...oasis. (Sasha, behind Torg, also looks shocked/horrified) -- Izzy: I'm through wasting time chatting. I'm not dead or off to the stockade, so you're not with Bestseid. I'm going down this trapdoor after him. I'm hoping you'll give me some back-up. (Torg is standing with his back to Izzy, his face in shadow and the hand not holding the gun in a clenched fist) -- Torg (his face in shadow and clearly barely controlling his anger): Ladies first. (Crushestro grins evilly) === NOTE: Refs: _Operation Ferret Butt_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100317> | _Operation Ferret Butt_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100318>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg (as he's descending the stairs): They've done a lot... to people close to me. They have much to answer for. -- Torg (pausing towards the bottom of the stairs): I've never been to this part of the warehouse. Izzy: *Come on already!* /We have to hurry/ *this* way. -- Torg: You're overreacting! We're not just going to /charge into a Bestseid trap./ How do you even know which way to go? Izzy: I heard noises coming from /that way!/ Torg: Well *(*)I(*)* don't hear anything. -- <**BLAM!**> Voice (off panel): /***YEARGH!***/ -- Izzy (horrified): *Anthony?!?* | That's my brother! /Bestseid shot my brother!/ Torg: Stop overreacting! He probably only shot a small bullet-sized part of him. === NOTE: Ref: _They've done a lot..._ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20020618> | _to people close to me._ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090804> | _They have much to answer for_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100302>. | Flag | ||||
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Riff: Huh? Alt-Min: You knew my name. Riff: You were in a class of mine once, for Chem-Labs. -- Riff: You look like my friend's sister. Her name's Min. Very similar. But you're not her, are you? Do you have a sister? Alt-Min: We're *all* brothers and sisters in 4U City. -- Riff (muttering to himself): Christ, Schlock, you stole everyone's family bonds while bonding with the son you never knew? A special place in hell for you. Alt-Min: We're *all* special in 4U City. -- Riff: Yeah, yeah I read the posters. 01209, I need you to help me find cable like this. Look behind any machines and behind any wall plates. | And be careful. Alt-Min: You too! -- Alt-Riff: Where the hell did he go? What's taking him so long dag-nabbit! Alt-Frog: You should have just shot him instead of wasting your time marking your territory on some old guy's slipper-collection! -- Alt-Frog (proud of himself): Oh wait. My faux pas. That was me. Alt-Riff: Maybe I have a soft spot for him because he's not crazy and knows how to show an old man respect! Riff (over the walkie-talkie): Come in, Grump-Fossil! This is Arthritis-free to Grump-Fossil. -- Alt-Riff: *WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?* -- Riff: Trying to save the city for about the /third time today!/ Outsider armies have penetrated the walls. If I can get you network activity, but /*not*/ satellite-dish access, can you guys activate any of the city's defenses? Like the main tower? Alt-Riff (off panel): Not with that A.I. overriding Rammer. -- Alt-Rammer: I'll see what I can do at least. Sounds like we have no choice. -- Riff (into the communicator): We have lots of choices. This is still one of the better ones. I have to go back to figuring out how to splice a nanite-cable without anesthesia! I can almost hear the little robots screaming! Riff out! <**CLICK.**> -- <**BEEP.**> Riff (into the communicator): Izzy talk to me! How close are my REA-5 units? Alt-Leo (off panel; over the computer-communications): Hey seventy-fiver! -- Riff: Nickel-three-six? I mean, /Hey, Leo!/ Where's Izzy? Alt-Leo: After you told her about Torg she bolted for the Chem-lockers and took off. -- Riff (head hung; muttering to himself): Dammit Izzy! We really needed you! -- Riff (into the communicator): Leo, when can I expect the cavalry to arrive? -- Alt-Leo (off panel; over the computer communications): I thought you were watching! The first ten arrived over the last two minutes. The outsiders ripped through their armor with advanced ballistics. They're... all dead. Riff (mortified): *You sent them in one-at-a-time against thousands?!?* -- Alt-Leo (to the computer): *I sent them to the south-east like you wanted! This is /your/ plan, Riff! I'm a pipe-worker in way over my head!* -- Riff (to communications): I'm sorry Leo. I just need eyes on the outsiders right now. Like spies or something. Alt-Strom (off panel; over the communications): "Recon." Riff (into communications): Yeah, recon. Who is this? -- Alt-Strom: "78729626" here, Riff! But you can call me 'seven'. Sorry to listen in, but apparently Leo doesn't know how to *not* broadcast on all channels. | As soon as I saw the army coming I moved from the pipes to higher ground. Like you, I take it. -- Alt-Strom (off panel; over communications): I have a good view of the outsiders army. I'm about ten minutes from a potential shot at one of the leaders, but once I pull this trigger my cover is blown. -- Riff: Seven? You sound like you know what you're doing. Leo, turn the army over to him but stay in the Central Tower. -- Alt-Leo: I'm not staying here. I need to go to the pipe-works. If I can get the coffee flowing properly again I can take care of the northern riots. --- Alt-Strom: I'll lead as long as I can lead from up here with a sniper U.G. in my hand. And if we win the day I'm going to expect something real shiny. - Riff: I know the Mayor. I'm sure we can work something out. - Alt-Strom: Deal. The outsiders are spreading out. We can't outflank them. This is going to be a straight-up head-to-head fight. -- Alt-Strom: If we wait for all of the units to the north to arrive we'll ram heads near the Central Tower. | All of our active REA-5's against them, I give us even odds and very heavy casualties. -- Riff: Whatever REA-5's are closer than the mass to the north, move them into recon-position like you. Alt-Strom (off panel): Heavy charge in the front, light snipers in the back. I like it. Seven out. <**CLICK.**> -- Riff: 01209! *I need that length of cable /now!/* === NOTE: Ref: "_You were in a class of mine..._ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090911>" | _Min_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20020205> | _Nickel-three-six and Seventyniner_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090904> | _78729626_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/110216> | _Seven, from the South-east pipes_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110429>... | Flag | ||||
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-- Riff: (whispering) /Shhh!/ Did she follow you? Torg: Who? Riff (covering Torg's mouth and pointing a screwdriver at him; whispering): Izzy. -- Torg: No, she's planting more bombs! /What the hell is wrong with you?/ I've never seen you more terrified in my life! Riff: Do you remember that alternate dimension nightmare I told you about? *4U City?* -- Torg:/*Oh*/, right! That dystopian hell. So much suffering for so many people. Is that what you're dwelling on...? Riff: That dimension's Riff and that dimension's 'Izzy' were /*married!!!*/ Torg: ... What now? -- Riff (grabbing Torg's collar): He said she married him after he killed her brother! I just killed this Izzy's brother! *Torg!* -- (Riff worriedly looks away as though to make sure no one can hear him) -- Riff (flushing and whispering with an expression of terror): *she's going to marry me!* -- Torg (patting Riff on the shoulder): I think you're going to be OK! Your first impression was terrible. You seem like a cowardly neanderthal and it's disgusting her. Just keep being yourself. <PAT PAT> Riff (looking relieved): Thanks, man! === NOTE: Ref: _Riff's Wife?_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100329> | _Riff's Wife?!?_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100412> | _Killed Brother?!?!?_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110708>. | Flag | ||||
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Riff: Vrykos' pop quick, right? I made sure the sprinkler system was active while I was (*)not(*) hiding from you in the M-R-O department! Izzy: /*The sprinklers?*/ We might survive this! How did you know we'd need it? Riff: I'll explain later! /Now push the button before we're spotted!/ <**(*)click(*)**> -- Lord Menelaus: A Vrykolakas master named Urja foolishly murdered a Strakoi bloodkeeper. In retaliation the Strakoi have taken our queen and hold her life ransom. Their demand? To wipe out the last of the Vorpyr. I respect the old ways but it does not come before my qu... <**ping** <musical note>> -- <****fooosh****> Menelaus: *NOOOEYARGH!* <***PAF***> <**PAF**> <**PAF**> <**PAF**> <**PAF**> Sam: *OWIEEE...* Sylvia: *AAA...* -- Izzy: ***AAAA*** Riff: ****AAAH!**** -- (Alarm begins sounding and sprinklers emerge from ceiling) <*ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding****> <**PAF**> <**PAF**> <*PAF*> <**PAF**> <**PAF**> -- (Sprinklers activate) <*****FASHHH...****> -- Riff: /*My back!*/ I think my back-meat is flame-broiled! And with /all that garlic mist roasting in the air.../ Isabella: Riff, are you OK? Riff: /*I'm delicious!*/ === NOTE: Ref: _*NOT* hiding in the Maintenance Repair and Overhaul Department_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160301> | _Murdered Strakoi (and threat to the Queen)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/151211>. | Flag | ||||
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Isabella Abato (Izzy; retrieving spare Minion Master helmets): How is she still talking? -- <****WAP!****> (Riff pounds the wooden stake into Sylvia's heart using a can labeled 'Canned Steak') -- Izzy: That was unpleasant. But at least they're dead. Riff: (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) They're not dead. -- Izzy: /Are you serious?!?/ === NOTE: Ref: _Yes, the heads can talk_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/981012>. | Flag | ||||
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Comic Subtitle: A Rabbit Captures the Moment with Four Words. === (Riff, Isabella Abato (Izzy), Tweetyjerkjerk, and Riff are all in the hC van; Riff is driving; Torg sits in shock, staring) Izzy: I'm no fan of Hereti-Corp. So I'll help you guys /*if*/ you also help me get rid of Lady Urja permanently. Tweety: That might require a dustpan and brush the way those vamps popped./ Isabella: And you are? Tweety (pointing at Riff): Name's Tweety! Number three in this operation and this guy's girlfriend. Izzy: You're... Riff's /girlfriend?/ Riff (panicking): /*Yes! I'm totally off the market and am also fine with my current romantic situation and not ashamed yet not making eye-contact because I'm driving and that would just be unsafe!*/ Partially clipped text on steering column: SAFETY NOTE: ALL SEATBELTS HAVE BEEN REMOVED DUE TO BUDGET CONCERNS -- Caption: *Five hours and one split-up later...* (Torg is in a "Tuber Taxi"; still in shock, still staring) Tuber Driver: Look at that sunrise! Listen, buddy, why have me drop you off at the bus station? I can just drive you directly where you're going, for a reasonable rate! Text received on Torg's phone: "Operation four left socks" successful. We're all clear to return to basecamp. -Tweety | Flag | ||||
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Isabella (Izzy; looking down at the shirt part of the Minion Master outfit, which she is cradling): He was my brother. You just killed my brother. -- Riff (his stake gun beginning to flame): He wasn't your brother anymore. Izzy: I... I know. Riff: Then answer the question. -- Izzy: Anthony wasn't a zombie, so who cares? And your gun's on fire, idiot. (Riff's gun explodes, sending stakes everywhere.) <***POP***> Written on a stake: SAM -- (Three stakes falling around Sam) -- Riff: That was... uh... I wanted to make sure that prototype didn't fall into the wrong hands. Riff: Question withdrawn. -- Sam: Hey! The stakes all say 'Sam'! How did Riff know he'd use those stakes for rescuing me? Torg (leaning close to Sylvia, who can almost bite his neck): I'm more interested in the one pointing at this... /incendiary bomb!?!/ -- Torg (rapidly rising out of reach of Sylvia just before she can bite him): */Riff!/ Someone set this place to /blow!/* <**SNAP**> | Flag | ||||
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Anthony: We have a connection, sister. So my vampire abilities allow me to... sense... your thoughts... glimpses. I want you to know something. -- Anthony: Mom ran towards Urja and threw the silver pendant towards us. It was a move to protect us, not abandon us. They didn't all run. -- Izzy: I wish... I wish I was strong enough to do that for you. -- Anthony: Blood under the bridge. Anywho on to the killing of you. Izzy: Just let me go back to running, /please Anthony!/ *gurgle* -- Anthony: I keep going back and forth on killing you or letting you run but I keep arriving at the same conclusion. -- Anthony: Urja's influence or not, I'm still a monster aren't I? === NOTE: Ref: _Mom_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160203>. | Flag | ||||
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Dr. Irving Schlock: Checking news now... -- </Flashback> Panel title: ***Flashback!* A few hours before:** Tweetyjerkjerk: Not to interrupt the fun here, but here's the report you requested Torg. -- Torg: /Hmmmm.../ -- Izzy (aka Isabella Abato): *Wha-zizit?* Torg: Crime reports in the area of the Lancaster Hotel. -- Torg: We know her as Sasha but nowadays she'd be known as Sally Johnson, wife of a senator's aid [sic: should be "aide"]. If she was honestly working without Hereti-Corp's knowledge, somebody would have found the body of a senator's aid's [sic: should be "aide's"] wife brutally stabbed to death on that stairwell. | But there's /nothing./ -- Riff: /*Dammit! God dammit!!!*/ Torg: Hereti-Corp scrubbed it clean. It was a set up but I'm not sure the angle. Sorry dude! Bun-Bun (leaning nonchalantly on his switchblade and wiggling his nose): *Duh.* -- Torg: And look at /this!/ Senator Smarmison was killed in a botched robbery today! -- Riff (blushing): Torg, I screwed up. I told Sasha about our impending attack. We need a new plan. -- Torg: Senator's aid... [sic: should be "aide..."] How do we destroy Hereti-Corp without the direct assault? And no time... And yet... Izzy (still standing up): ZZZ -- Torg (springing to life): Tweety? I'm going to need everybody. Wake 'em up if they're asleep. -- Torg: And sober Izzy up! Tweetyjerkjerk (giving Torg a thumb's up): On it. -- Torg: Bun-Bun, you want convincing? Let me tell you all the /real/ 'Plan F'! </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Ref: Sally Johnson (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160618>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170113>). | Flag | ||||
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--- Brain Digbot: *Hurray!* Digbots: <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> <smiley face> -- Translator bot (that looks like Mattie): /*Yes!!!*/ Isabella Abato (aka Izzy; over the communications link): Riff, come in. There are Hereti Corp disruptions all over the board. Does that mean 'Plan F' was a success? Have we won? -- Riff (on a hover bike with Bun-Bun; Aylee flying next to him; over the communications link): Not out of the woods yet, Izzy! We've got six REA-Condors heading right for us! *They have range! We're sitting ducks!* -- Izzy (off panel): Six?!? Oh my /God!/ Riff, get low! /Lose them in the trees! *Run!*/ -- Riff: *Aylee! Evasive maneuvers!* | Flag | ||||
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Torg (on his hoverbike; into the phone): If it was just Chen? Sure, Kusari means this is bigger. They shouldn't have shot Oasis, Izzy. Something is up! Izzy (off panel; over the phone): Riff and Aylee were heading back. They're a few minutes from your position; I'm putting them on backup. Torg (into the phone): I'm sure Riff has better things to do than... -- Torg (as three of Kusari's throwing knives slice through his hoverbike; dropping his cell phone): **...AYEEEIE!** <***POP***> <***POP***> <***POP***> -- Torg (as his hoverbike, rapidly losing air, spirals towards the ground; having lost his cell phone and what looks like Chaz, wrapped up): After all | this time | I've finally | found a flaw | in our inflatable | hoverbikes! | Flag | ||||
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-- <***Swerve!***> -- Torg: /*Whoah!*/ Why the swerve? Riff: /*Big pothole.*/ Nevermind. /*Izzy?!?*/ -- Torg: She'd be the best at getting us off the grid, and isn't she your... finger quotes... /*"Destiny?"*/ Riff: You're enjoying this far too much. Hard pass. Bun-Bun: I always thought you'd end up with Witchy-Poo, Ponyfail. -- Riff: Now way. Gwynn's just friends. Plus she is *a lot* to manage. Torg: Says the dimensional-hole-punching/-explosives-making scientist. Riff: Hey, you two don't need to manage my love-life. I have *plenty* of girlfriends. -- Riff (ducking behind the steering wheel): They often spring out of/nowhere/! Torg & Bun-Bun (off panel): We noticed. -- Riff: I'm thinking I'd rather deal with the army of demons than this conversation. Car GPS: *(*)DING!(*)* YOU HAVE ARRIVED. Torg: Saved by the "GPS Bell." There's the bookstore. === NOTE: Ref: Izzy (_first_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=61#2010-11-05>) (_last_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=71#2018-12-11>) ("_destiny_" <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=68#2016-03-01>) | "..._often_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=52#2007-03-18> _spring_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=62#2011-09-21> _out_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=64#2012-12-21> _of_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=65#2013-08-19> _nowhere_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=72#2019-06-24>." (not a complete list) | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Since he actually gets to keep his name, he must be an executive. -- Riff: Rammer has his own agenda, and I have no idea if he knows that this dimension's Riff invented the D.F.A.s that 4U City used to destroy this world, or what it means for /*my*/ world. Alt-Torg: Wait, you're /not *our*/ Riff from /*this*/ dimension?!? -- Torg (angry): **That's just /GREAT!/ I just wasted the last six months hunting down a cowardly outsider-copy of my /BEST FRIEND!/** Riff: *I am /NOT/ a coward!* -- (The REA-5 suit they have been standing near starts to open) Alt-Torg: Izzy? I'm an insensitive idiot. I wasn't thinking. I'm /so/ sorry. Riff: Who is Izzy? -- Alt-Izzy/Isabella: I'm Isabella. It's OK, Torg. I suspected when he didn't ask about me. And I know your thoughts are on finding Zoë right now. <***PSSH...***> -- Alt-Torg: Riff, in /our/ world, Isabella is your wife. -- Riff: ***EEEK!*** -- (Riff hides behind Alt-Torg) Torg: Izzy? He's an insensitive idiot. He wasn't thinking. He's /so/ sorry. /Plus/ he's not a coward. Isabella: Oh I married a version of him. I know. | Flag | ||||
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(Riff is in the Opto-chair, Matty is approaching him, and the REA-5 squad is breaking in the apartment) Riff: Yes, Matty, I need a shot! I'm a little less-happy since writing has gone downhill on "U4ian Idol" Opto-Chair: Another delightful mandatory rendition of "Happy Days Are Here Again" made my ears bleed and I am happy about it! <***BASH***> Alt-Torg: CITIZEN, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! Izzy: Scanning his system... -- (Alt-Torg tosses in a yellow cylinder) Izzy: Good lord, is he overmedicated! -- (Matty raises an eyebrow and looks at the approaching cylinder) Matty: I don't have any record of authoriza... -- (Matty is destroyed in the ensuing explosion) <**BOOM!**> </Pause flashback> -- Riff: You killed Matty! -- Riff (crying): *I* wanted to kill Matty. === NOTE: Ref: _Matty_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090831> not _M.O.M.M.Y._ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090908> | Flag | ||||
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Alt-Torg and Six-Pack: We *NEED* the 4U-coffee! Izzy: I'm trying to cut back. -- Alt-Torg: We get to stay clean headed full time. Six-Pack (pointing at one of the hand-held D-F-A's): It makes sense. I guess they don't want us hallucinating while firing these babies. -- Riff: A handheld weaponized D.F.A. I've never seen this before in the city. I thought the police only used universal guns that shoot happy-fun-drug-darts. -- Alt-Torg: In the city, we drug you with the universal guns, and drop you down a chute to be "judged" into another dimension by a 4UCity dee-eff-ay. Izzy: Out here /*we*/ hold the dee-eff-ays. Riff: We're military, then? -- Alt-Torg: Outside the city gates, we're green. Inside, we're blue. And we still have to make our patrol times to avoid scrutiny. *Let's load up, people, and head back to the station.* The clouds are coming in fast! | Flag | ||||
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=== NOTE: My fourth attempt is Izzy. My painting play started before introducing her character, so when I was designing her I decided to _sketch her_ <http://sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100418> and then paint her. this is my second favorite painting of the week, and I think I learned the most from it. | Flag | ||||
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=== NOTE: I did this sketch prior to Izzy's first appearance, trying to get a look down for her. | Flag |
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