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<Pick> <Pick> -- Riff: Except... there's no security! No password encryption.... There's the folder matching the ticket Izzy showed me, front and center!?! <Tk Tk> -- Riff: This feels like a set-up. Or a /trap./ (A gun points at Riff's head) -- Rammer: Why can't it be both? Welcome back, Riff! Riff: Crap. === NOTE: _Ref 1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100519> | _Ref 2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090923>. | Flag | ||||
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-- (In shock, Riff slides down the wall) -- Riff (seated on the ground): Seven years. *Seven years?* Alt-Rammer: My best guess. -- (Riff holds his head in shock and agony) -- Alt-Rammer: Shall we force that chamber open and finish this? I can still use you if you just stop fighting me. -- Riff: Just like that, Torg, the general of the 4U City revolution... is gone? Alt-Rammer (on one knee next to Riff): That's one way to look at it. -- (Riff sits in silence against the wall, looking away and down) -- Riff: What'll I tell Izzy? Alt-Rammer: What most people will think. He fell back into the system, got over medicated, and his memory is fried. Happens all the time around here. Alt-Rammer (getting up and walking away): Besides I did some digging on your "revolution team" and apparently your "Izzy" gets rebooted every couple of months for all the overdosing she puts her body through. But she's been keeping a log for the last two decades. -- Alt-Rammer (his back to Riff, who has stood back up): Every time she forgets what's going on around her she assumes it's her own drug-abuse and catches herself up. | Especially useful as Torg's had you all switch identities now and then. She's a pretty smart catch there, Riff! -- Riff (lunging for Alt-Rammer and the gun): *You're a /liar!/* <**BLAM!**> (The gun goes off pointed at the ceiling) -- Alt-Rammer: I assure you I... Riff (continuing to wrestle with Alt-Rammer): Zoë would not be kept alive in a coma, in agony, for /*seven years!*/ -- Riff (continuing to wrestle with Alt-Rammer): The nanites fix everything and fast! /*You doctored the video-feed!*/ -- Alt-Rammer (continuing to wrestle with Riff): She /was/ in that state breifly [sic: should be "briefly"]. She was one of the few to ever need the medical hub anymore! It was a /necessary lie!/ I had to put you back on the trail to 'His Masterness!' You had given up hope! Riff: All so you could *avenge your dead father?* Who died what, ten years ago? *Twenty?* -- <***SLAM!***> (Riff slams Alt-Rammer up against the "pod") -- Alt-Rammer: When my father died he left me valuable information! I'm not in the best of health. I'm going to be rebooted any year now. When that happens, I lose that information. And my father won't be able to "find" me again. I'll lose him forever too. Riff (continuing to wrestle with Alt-Rammer): And the only way to avoid the 'reboot'....? -- Alt-Rammer (freeing his gun hand and raising it up and away from Riff, at the same time aiming it at Riff): To take the system or break the system. It's what my father would have wanted before he was executed. -- Alt-Rammer (firing the gun): And *nothing is going to stop me!* <**BLAM!**> -- (The bullet grazes Riff's shoulder -- he falls back) -- Riff (on his knees): /*Ow!*/ Just... J-Just tell me where she is, Rammer! Alt-Rammer: Pointless information for you now, even if I knew. I gave you every chance. Voice from off-panel: Executive, drop your gun before I shoot you like I did your father. === NOTE: Ref: _The "Necessary Lie_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100610>." | Flag | ||||
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-- Riff (as Alt-Riff approaches him from the doorway): First time above ground in a few decades, huh? Bet you haven't seen stars in a while. Not that anyone else has. -- Alt-Riff: I practically *begged* you not to bring her to me! I explained why in great detail! The word 'dude' scarcely suffices, but /*duuuude!!?!!?*/ -- Riff: You want that A.I. under control? *Izzy's the best person I've ever seen at hacking through this city's crap!* -- Riff: Rammer told me she goes throuh a reboot every couple of months. Overdosing on this city's meds. *She's your /wife!/ HELP* her! Instead of letting her die over and over again for your... your /pride!/ -- Alt-Riff: It's not about 'saving the girl!' It's about saving the *world!* Riff: You said you're mad at me because you see yourself in me? /Well how should I feel looking at you?/ -- Riff: Blaming yourself for things that *aren't your fault.* (Background flashback to his own reaction when he first saw the Central Tower DFA) -- Riff: And you go hiding into the depths of this hell instead of facing your responsibilities head-on like a... (Background flashback to his own hiding behind 4U City meds and OptiVision) -- (Background flashback to Alt-Torg trying to choke and punch him; Alt-Torg: **You hid like a COWARD!**) Riff: ...fool. -- Riff: You've shown me what I don't want to be. What I already am. You've made me realize things that need changing. -- Alt-Riff: By bringing my wife Isabella to me, you've made me realize two important things /*too*/, young alternate me. Alt-Riff (punching something into a cell phone or remote): I realize I can't trust you. And I realize with her by me side I no longer *need* you. <BEEEP> Riff: What does that /mean?/ -- Riff: *What the hell are you going to do?* [Fade into whiteness...] -- Caption: ****One Year Later...**** -- Matty (coming into focus): 758449? -- Matty: 75844/niiii-/ine...! Matty: Wake up! It is another beautiful morning in Paradise! -- Riff: /ugh./ Am I /dead?/ Is this /the afterlife?/ Matty: You are alive and happy here! === NOTE: Refs: _Rammer's comment on Izzy (panel 8)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110505> | Riff's personal flashbacks: (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/091001>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20091002>) (_3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100326>) | _Random Ref_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090831>. | Flag | ||||
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Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): Hi. (6-Pack observes the R.E.C.A.P.) -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): Riff, you have to understand and trust me that I am you and I am telling you things you need to hear because you have, from your point of view, had your recent memory wiped. -- (Riff approaches the medical "CLINIC") -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): What's running through your head right now is that Zoë burned alive and died in your arms because your faulty invention. And that you got nailed by a squad of armored police. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): They're called REA-5s. One of them had a big tank on the left shoulder. That's called a Deep-Scan REA-5. It was piloted by Sharon Gall. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech; head on his forehead): Gall's name is not important. -- (Riff walks into the medical clinic, sipping his coffee) -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): You are in a parallel dimension where there's nothing left to this world but the city around you. The population is waning but the technology is /*so*/ advanced. Everyone in the city was given a biochip for their identification. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): And a snapshot. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): A snapshot is like a record of every cell in your body. Every trace of energy. What's in your stomach. What's in your mind. A perfect picture of you at a perfect moment. -- (Riff tosses his coffee cup into a receptacle labeled "Future Untrash <4U City logo>"; lettering on the wall above the receptacle: "<-- Elevators | Stairs -->"; Riff walks in the direction of the stairs) -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): You feel like you've only been here for a day or two. But your DNA flagged you as an enemy, you were rescued, given a biochip, and a snapshot of you was taken. You've... We've been here a /*very*/ long time. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): They had Zoë's DNA on file too. My DNA was flagged for execution. Her DNA was flagged for salvation. Thanks to medical nanite three-point-oh. -- (Riff walks up the stairs; lettering on the wall: "RESTRICTED ACCESS") -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): These nanites are not even "medical" they're more like construction-bots on a minute scale, building from what's on-hand, based on plans they can't question. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): They... Nobody dies around them! They build whatever they need to, from the records they have, and if too much trauma is done, they just rebuild everything back perfectly! -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): They're administered at all medical centers in 4U City. But they're also kept in the Deep-Scan REA-5's in case of emergency. REA-5's see a lot of action. -- (Riff is greeted by a medical M.O.M.M.Y.-bot outside double-doors to a clinic room) -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): That's why Izzy was in little actual danger facing down outsider-bullets. | How 6-Pack was healthy as ever, after being crushed by a REA-6. | How Angela survived electrocution. | And why Torg had to find his /*own*/ nanites when he went solo. He lost too much blood. He might have avoided a reboot if he stayed with his squad. -- (Riff enters the clinic room) -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): Those events aren't going to mean a thing to you until you get caught up with the history you forgot. But this /will./ -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): It's why the medical nanites were *right there* in Gall's Deep Scan unit. Responding to Zoë, breathing what should have been her last breath, in your arms... In our arms... -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): She didn't die. | And we finally found where the City put her. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): In /*other*/ news I was rescued. Saved without needing a reboot. Biochipped. A snapshot was taken. And if you're seeing this we've been rebooted again. Happens a lot around here. -- (Riff approaches Zoë; Zoë is sitting on a bench, with her back towards Riff, facing a 4U City window) -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): Zoë had no biochip. Zoë had no snapshot. All they had was her DNA. Like a blueprint for a house. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): They built it back as best they could. With /nobody living inside./ -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): She's gone. Alive, but the Zoë you knew? She's forever gone. All that remains is an empty mind. -- Holo-Riff (projected by Pendantech): She has a biochip now. And a snapshot of a lobotomized vegetable. -- (Riff places his hand on Zoë's shoulder; Zoë's face is vacant, expressionless) === NOTE: Refs: _"Running through your head right now..." (Plus Rea-5 Deep Scan Gall)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090821> | _Rea-5 Deep Scan Izzy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110610> | _Rea-5 Deep Scan 6-Pack_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/110214> | _Rea-5 Deep Scan Angela_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110325> | _Non-Deep Scan Torg_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/110418>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Isabella (setting up another incendiary device): I just need to set a few more of these... <KLIK> -- Minion Master/Vampire Anthony Abato: Get out of here, Izzy! Please! "We don't fight! We run!" Isabella: There is no 'we' now, Ant. -- Isabella: You called me "Izzy!" You're resisting her? Minion Master/Anthony: I think... Yes? Yes. -- (...Kusari moves in for the 'kill' stab...) -- Urja (flipping Kusari over her head): Missed my heart! -- (...Urja pushes the stake out of her right side; as it falls to the ground, she refocuses on Anthony and Isabella...) -- Minion Master/Anthony (with Urja once again in control; slaps Isabella backwards): ***NO!*** <***CLANG.***> -- (Isabella is slumped against the wall...) | Flag | ||||
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=== Panel title: Miss Abato has an Unexpected Road Trip </Flashback (Isabella's unconscious reverie)> (Isabella Abato and Anthony Abato in car with driver's seat on right hand side, Isabella driving) Anthony: Izzy, why is your steering wheel on the wrong side of the car? Isabella: That's the way we drive in India, Ant! Anthony: I don't remember being in India... Anthony: /Wait/, I do! I remember one thing. Isabella: Paste? -- (Inside a house, close up of family pictures; one shows very young Isabella, Anthony, and their father; the other shows both children, their parents and Uncle Subi) Isabella: *Uncle Subi,* Anthony's eating paste again! /He's going to die of *paste poison!*/ Anthony: G'mhh nah, Izzy! Uncle Subi (trying to read): Please stop distracting me! Find your Mom if you are bloody worried. -- (Night; The full family picture lies on the floor, the glass in the frame cracked and broken, with blood drops obscuring the father; the chain of paper elephants the children had been working on laying next to it) -- Lady Urja: Where are they? /Where is my blood?/ -- (Lady Urja is holding the Abato father in the air by his throat; behind them, the window is broken) -- (The rest of the family is in a passageway with a trap door in the ceiling; Uncle Subi is the last down the ladder, as the mom shepherds the children) Abato Mother: *Run, my children!* Like we always practiced! Anthony: But ... Dad? -- (Back to the car: The silhouettes of Anthony and Isabella are visible against a gray light inside the car; their car has white headlights and is being followed by a car with red headlights and Urja's red eye symbol, with Urja silhouetted against a red background) Anthony: Not paste. Is she still chasing us? Isabella: Always. </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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-- Isabella Abato (Izzy): Your sidekick... Is he, like, OK? Like some kind of clinical mental disorder or something? Torg: He likes to play with explosives. -- Riff: ***RUN AWAY THE OTHER WAY!!!*** Izzy: /He's/ got your back against Hereti-Corp? You really /*do*/ need my help! | Flag | ||||
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Isabella (narrating): "I just had to keep you from doing something stupid." Isabella (over video feed): I'm seeing chatter indicating the Vrykos may have put together who you are. We have to keep your location secret! Minion Master/Anthony Abato (a jar of paste next to him on the desk): Noted. So Bestseid says he can get me a hundred minions in a week! A *hundred!* Isabella: I don't trust him. No matter what you pay him he only works for himself. Calendar on wall: Word of the day: | OBSTINATE | October | 20 Sign: MINIONS: 5 -- Minion Master: We have plenty of tech but my minion pool is stagnant! And Bun-Bun quit so we're down one! And Dr. Nofun might have shot the rest of my minions by now! They've gone dark too long! /This plan falls apart without minions, *remember?*/ Isabella: The information exchange with Hereti-Corp might lead to something! Minion Master: You're talking about tasking Hereti-Corp minions for our fight! I want my own. For *me. /My call!/* Isabella: You're cranky! You get cranky when you eat paste. Minion Master (pointing): The paste is to keep my helmet on and you know it. -- Isabella (narrating): "Then it all went wrong." Isabella (over video feed): Minion Master! You've missed three check-ins! I'm ... I'm starting to worry! Calendar on wall: Word of the Day: | BETRAYAL | November | 15 Sign on wall: MINIONS: LOTS -- Isabella (in a hideout surrounded by monitors with chips and soda cans behind her): Please check in, Minion Master! Monitor (behind Izzy): MINIONS ARE FOREVER | "Strategist" "Zombie" "Tinkerer" "Vampire" <**/ALERT! ALERT!/**> -- Isabella: What's /this?/ An 'open minions call' with *address*...?!? (Whispering) You're exposed, Anthony! What have you done? <**/ALERT! ALERT!/**> -- </Flashback within flashback> Minion Master (firing gun): Bestseid, you traitorous snake! (Torg looks on from doorway) -- Isabella (to Bestseid): *My brother better still be alive and you better tell me /where he is!/* <TZZT> (Isabella holds a broken minion master helmet; Bestseid, around the corner, holds a smoking gun next to ZHOAS) -- (Torg grimaces behind frightened Isabella) <***BLAM!***> Anthony (screaming off panel): /*YEARGH!*/ -- Isabella: *Anthony?!?* That's my brother! /Bestseid shot my brother!/ </End flashback within flashback> -- (In the car chase metaphor, Isabella is on a motorcycle with a naked Anthony in the sidecar; while Urja's vehicle gains on them) Isabella: I knew I had to run. I just didn't know whether to run toward you or away from you, Ant. Isabella: You got yourself captured. And shot. Pulled me out in the open. And /*now*/ look at us! </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Ref: _Minions:5 (minions Are Forever starts here)_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100614> | _Minions:Lots_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100921> | _Izzy goes after Bestseid_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/101105> | _Anthony shot_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/101115>. | Flag | ||||
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(Continuing car chase metaphor with a naked and bandaged Anthony in the sidecar; red headlights almost on top of them) -- Anthony: Izzy, Urja is closing on us. I'm slowing you down. You have to let me go. -- (Close up on bike handle with headlights showing in mirror; red button labeled 'Sidecar Eject') Isabella (thumb on eject button): You got it. -- (The sidecar separates and begins to flip over) -- (Anthony and the flipping sidecar are claimed by the redness representing Urja; Isabella keeps going) -- Panel caption: MINION MASTER'S "SECRET" WAREHOUSE BASE (A window is broken, with smoke pouring out of it; a minion runs by in the foreground carrying a box labeled "LOOT", with another minion close behind him) Minion: Loot Loot Loot -- Isabella (on her laptop): NewS of this is leaking /all over the net./ Fuzzy details but enough to find us! Medic: Your brother can't be moved for 48 hours. Isabella: We'll all be dead by then! We have to leave /now!/ -- Medic: He can't be /*moved!*/ He'll /*bleed*/ to death! Minion Master/Anthony: You go, Izzy. This is my fault. Only one of us has to die. Isabella (holding Anthony's hand): I didn't fight this long to give up on you, brother. Sign above Anthony's bed: + Wash your hands! Anthony's phone: <musical note> *Ring!* <musical note> <musical note> *Ring!* <musical note> -- Minion Master/Anthony: Y-'ello. How's it going? Me? Fine. Nothin' goin' on. Whazzup? -- Minion Master/Anthony: Hmm... Interesting. I'll check. -- Minion Master/Anthony (holding his hand over the receiver): It's Hereti-Corp. They want Bestseid's Shrink Ray. But you told Torg we're not going to do business with Hereti-Corp right? -- Isabella: Can they get us a chopper Med-Evac to a secure med bay, like, /*now?*/ If so, I think we can deal. -- (Outside in the night, the medic holds on to the transfusion pole while Isabella looks up at the helicopter) Isabella: There's the chopper! That was surprisingly fast! -- (Isabella and the medic move Anthony while minions loot in the background) Medic: We have to move him carefully! Isabella: No problem! Male minion: Loot Loot Female minion: Loot Loot -- (Isabella looks behind her) -- (Looting minions being attacked and bitten by Vrykolakas) Minion on left: /*Halp! HALP!*/ Minion on right: /*Ow! OWW!*/ (Text on both boxes they were carrying: LOOT LOOT) </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Ref: _"...I think we can deal"_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/101207> | How the chopper could have been there so fast: Sasha had Hereti-Corp in position. (_Panel 5_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20120823>) | Flag | ||||
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Riff: (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) (*)cough(*) -- Riff: Maybe I miscalculated and they died like the Vrykos? Izzy (alarmed; pointing at Sam and Sylvia): Or (*)cough(*) maybe they regenerate extremely fast and it makes them hungry? -- Riff (looking at Sam and Sylvia): Oh god. -- Sam (pointing at Riff): **YOU!** ***YOUUUUUUUU!!!!*** | Flag | ||||
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Sam: Why? -- Sylvia: /*Pleeease?*/ <*Jiggle!*> <*Jiggle!*> Sam (covering his ears): Sure. (Isabella Abato (Izzy) and Riff try to sneak away) <**TIP-TOE**> <*TIP-TOE*> -- Sylvia (apprehending Isabella and Riff): Oh don't you dare go! The /*fun*/ is about to start. Riff: You know what would be fun? -- Riff: *Kicking your butt!* /Get her while she's weakened!/ (Riff and Isabella attack Sylvia) -- (Sylvia grabs them by their throats and slams them into a wall) <****SLAM!****> -- Sylvia: Cute. Izzy: *AAAH! /AHHHHHH!/* Sylvia: I'm sorry! Is my hand uncomfortably hot against your neck? /Burning/ hot? How mean of me. Riff: Let... her... gak! (*)cough(*) Gkkk! | Flag | ||||
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-- Izzy: I mean, thanks to me, you're never getting that wet smoke smell out of your old one. Riff (holding up a new trenchcoat): Thanks. -- Torg or Zoë (off panel): Wait! /*Riff!*/ Riff: Torg? Zoë? | Flag | ||||
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-- Squishydodo: By the way who cares about vampires when we have our own spaceship from another dimension!?! Izzy: It's Torg's spaceship technically. I'm just glad he left it for the cause! And /*I*/ care. And shut up. === NOTE: Apologies for this extra short comic! "Double duty" tomorrow! Torg Spaceship Ref: XT-33 (_deflated_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/20070612> /_inflated_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/20070613>) | Rammer's _Bag of Parting Gifts_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/200070809> | _XT-34 in digbot territory_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/20081124>. Izzy: _I Care_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/arhives/daily/160201>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg's phone: TEAM RIFF | <Riff icon> | Calling... -- Torg: Squish, I don't know how you found us but I have nothing to say. Riff's your boss now. -- Squishydodo: Riff's not a leader and you know it, Torg! He's a solo act dragging us along for the ride *over the cliff!* Do you /know/ where he is right now? Poking holes in your spaceship /*in orbit!*/ -- Torg: Did you say 'orbit'? What is he having you guys doing? -- Squishydodo: Gearing up for a *direct assault!* He's created a mini version of his Mark-24 robot and Crushestro has been mass-producing them. /We're supposed to be the pilots!/ -- Torg: That's so /*cute!*/ -- Torg: Riff's building mini-marks for the elves to pilot! Zoë: OK I really want to see that, can he send a selfie in one? Torg: Not asking. -- Squishydodo: Torg, I supported your plan to bring Hereti-Corp down by exposing them, by sabotage, and by denial of resources. But Riff is planning a literal *war!* Torg (off panel; over the phone): *What?!?* -- Squishydodo: We're not frontline soldiers, Torg! There's going to be fiery death and slaughter on both sides! -- Torg: Sound [sic: should be "Sounds"] like you have some tough choices to make for yourselves. Choices that hopefully avoid the fiery dying. Zoë (whispering): /That/ doesn't sound good! -- Squishydodo: I was hoping you'd come back. Or at least talk some sense into Riff. But if we're going to fight, we need you to bring in *the Chess Queen.* -- Torg (not amused): "The Chess Queen?" -- Squishydodo: You named her! *Oasis!* /We need *Oasis!*/ -- Torg (angrily): *No chance.* Not *now*. I am /*out,*/ Squish. I can't make you all my responsibility anymore. I have responsibilities of /my own./ I'd advise keeping the fiery death and slaughter to a minimum. *Goodbye.* -- Zoë (skeptically): So... <Klik> Torg (hanging up his phone): Overall they just wanted to let me know everything's going great! They all say hi! -- Squishydodo (staring dejectedly at his phone): I blew it. -- Squishydodo (continuing to stare dejectedly at his phone): What are we going to do? Computer: ***BACKDOOR OPEN.*** Izzy: Oh no! *Oh God dammit no, Riff, /NO!/* -- Squishydodo: What? /Riff didn't open the spaceship's backdoor while in the vacuum of space? Izzy: Worse. /*So*/ much worse. === NOTE: Ref: _Call 2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160713>. Torg | Flag | ||||
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Squishydodo: She's been in a mood. Riff: Heavily armed and violent. That's /*not*/ how I like my ex-girlfriends. -- Squishydodo: I thought you outlawed us discussing that chapter of your life and anything related. Riff: Exactly. Moving on. -- Riff: We can't do a direct assault against Hereti-Corp with one piloted mech. Squishydodo: Good! Then we wait a week for Izzy surface [sic: should be "to surface"] and come up with a better plan. Something more surgical. -- Riff: You want to do thing's Torg's way. I get it. | I didn't ask for this job. And all Torg left me as surgical assets was Teresa. *And* we're out of time. Because as soon as Hereti-Corp uses its NASA assets to mass produce those flux-weapon satellites were /*done*/. -- Squishydodo: So what do we do? Riff (leaving): You wait for Izzy to resurface. I'll solve the pilot problem. I need to make a call. -- Riff: And don't kid yourself, Squish. We're throwing everything we've got against Hereti-Corp as soon as possible. -- Tweetyjerkjerk: Well I don't think my 'crazy' act dissuaded him, Squish. In fact I think it turned him on! | *Me too* by the way! Squishydodo: This discussion has been outlawed. Return the gear to the armory. Tweetyjerkjerk: I'm keeping the pants. === NOTE: Ref: _Girlfriend_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150915> | _Ex-Girlfriend_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160412>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Yeah, at first. But we really need it everywhere. That's where your hacking comes in. Izzy: I can inflate the impact but if you want this to go truly viral it needs to be poignant, touching, or wacky beyond all measure. -- Torg (wearing a shirt with three black hearts lined up vertically in the center, and a jacket with three-quarter sleeves, black lapels, and read hearts all over it): I'm going for *poignant!* -- Squishydodo: My faith is not restored. Tweetyjerkjerk: Quiet on the set! Torg (in front of the "BLUE SCREEN"): Let's make magic! | Flag | ||||
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-- Torg (holding up the rock): Until now, it was a moot point. I /couldn't find her. But *right now* the stars aligned and I can have her find me. I can get her the message "Meet me at the cliff." -- Torg (off panel; the rock on the ground, with a stick he draws a small circle closely around it): I make a compelling internet message. Social media does the rest, right? But it's a big internet out there. No guarantees it goes viral. Small circle. -- Torg (off panel; drawing a second circle closely around the first): You guys could use the backdoor at Grab-All to boost the signal, but it wouldn't 'stick'. Still, a slightly bigger circle. -- Torg (off panel; drawing a third circle slightly wider around the first two): *But we have Izzy!* She was literally /raised/ to control a world of social media. She hides by turning things down. She can turn them up. "Viral" status achieved. Much bigger circle. -- Squishydodo: But your message wasn't compelling! It was /*lousy!*/ -- Torg: What happens when the internet forces an unworthy video on society? Everyone complains about it, through radio, television, every medium ever made. -- Torg (off panel; drawing a wide circle around the others): Full. Global. Distribution. -- Squishydodo (tearing up): Sweet Christmas! Your god-awful twerking was... It was... Well thought out?!? (*)sniff(*) *Welcome back, boss.* -- Torg: Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Squish! Let's see how my camping trip goes. This still might not work. -- Stone Johnson (off panel; reporting over TV): Even more than the "Bucket-or-lava challenge" the "Meet me at the cliff" video has taken the internet by storm! | Yet by all reports, *Everybody hates it!* Torg (off panel; singing on the video): *Oasis, my love, I want you know...* Stone Johnson (off panel; reporting over TV): All that "hate" isn't stopping hordes of teenagers from gathering along cliffs all over the country! Torg (off panel; singing on the video): *I need to see you, let me tell you where to go...* -- Qwirky Waltons (reporting on "***NIFTY NEWS | 50***"): Do you know how dangerous it is to stand on the edge of a cliff, Stone? Especially to somebody /dumb enough/ to stand on the edge of a cliff? Stone Johnson: Unimaginable! Yet I imagine it! Qwirky Waltons: And nobody knows who this dance or this 'Oasis' is! /*That means we get to make something up!*/ -- Stone Johnson: Right, Quirky [sic: should be "Qwirky"]! Because how do y'know it's /*not*/ true, right? Stay tuned next segment to /freak the hell out!/ Torg (off panel; singing on the video): *...MEET ME AT THE CLIFF* **MEET ME AT THE CLIFF** -- Torg (off panel; signing on the video): *...MEET ME AT THE CLIFF* **MEET ME AT THE CLIFF** (The Zahlias and Oasis are watching TV and are viewing the report - Oasis is clutching the back of the couch *hard*) === NOTE: Ref Links: _Black-Ops Elves/Grab-All connection_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20150413>. | Kareen, Katie and Oasis: _Recommended reading_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160726>, _or start here_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160826>. | Izzy: _Recommended reading_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160201>. _Quirky [sic: should be "Qwirky"] _ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160516> last seen. _Stone_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110113> last seen (really? has it been so long?). | Flag | ||||
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-- <SQUEEKY> <*DOMPH.*> -- <**GLUG!**> -- Isabella Abato (aka Izzy): **WHEEZE!** -- Izzy: Because Uncle Subi was right. -- <**KNOCK!**><**KNOCK!**> -- Sasha: Riff! You came! -- Riff (looking at the floor): Hi Sasha. | Flag | ||||
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-- (As the car drives off around the side, a crowd can be seen gathering in front of the hotel, and an ambulance arrives...) <***VROOM***> -- (In the back seat of the car, Riff sits dejectedly, while Oasis stares uncomfortably out the window) -- (...now in the back of a "Tuber TAXI", and in a disguise that includes a blonde afro and bushy goatee, and a T-shirt with an arrow deviating around a dot and pointing up, Riff sits alone in dejected silence...) -- (...now on a "GAMBLING ADDICTION BUS LINE", seated under an add that says "Where even when you lose, you Win. | *AND YOU ALWAYS WIN!* | *"Always Win" assumes the correctness of the previous statement "even when you lose, you win." Because you will lose. A lot.", and in a disguise that includes a gentlemanly suit, a dark mustache, and monocle worn over his sunglasses, Riff sits alone in dejected silence...) -- (The front of the "EquinoX Casino") -- (...in a booth at the casino, Riff and Torg and Izzy sit in dejected, or stunned silence around a near empty bottle of ridiculously expensive scotch; Izzy is slumped forward, with her head on her hands...) === NOTE: Ref: _Switch-a-roo_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/170522>, _taxi_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160406> and _bus_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160407>, escaping Hereti-Corp tracking. | Flag | ||||
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--- Torg: I'm sorry. It was my idea to bring Oasis. Riff: I was glad she came. I was sure... -- Riff: I gave Sasha a useless way to defend herself when Oasis was inbound. This was... | This is on me. -- Torg (distressed): I'm starting to think how we handled this was a mistake. Izzy (totally wasted; raising her head up and raising her hand): *Hel*lo! *Told*chu-guyz! -- Izzy: But in re*sponze* to-yer mistake I may- have made 'nudder. Torg (grabbing the ridiculously expensive bottle of scotch that belongs (er... belonged) to Bun-Bun away): Oh I'm sure you'll be fine to coordinate our forces in a few hours. I'm just going to take this bottle away and you can look forward to some cold showers and hot coffee! -- Riff (angrily): I still don't know if she was telling me the truth. Now we'll never know. Everything that sucks in my life these days points back to Hereti-Corp. Glad we're destroying it tomorrow. -- Torg (sadly): The idea that she was so close to us and would betray us so completely is beyond my ability to understand. For right now, I'm just going to remember the part of her that was one of my closest friends. -- Torg (raising the near empty bottle of scotch): To Sasha. | I'll miss her. -- <**GLUG**> -- <**wheeeze!**> -- (Torg looks sadly askance at the bottle....) | Flag |
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