[[A man in a cap, BLORTHUR, holds a stop sign at the edge of a broken bridge]]
BLORTHUR: The BRIDGE is OUT!
[[On the bridge, in silhouette, we see a car with people approach Blorthur and an enormous man next to him]]
BLORTHUR: HALT, MOTORISTS!
BLORTHUR: The road abruptly CEASES to BE! There is NO MOTORING further!
[[A well-dressed couple, REGINOLD and POMPINIA, sit in an open-top automobile]]
REGINOLD: Okay, okay. You don't have to shout.
POMPINIA: Who's your BIG friend? HE here to shout at us too?
[[Blorthur stands next to an enormous muscular man, TANTOR, who is wearing a padded bodysuit. He looks great in it, ngl]]
BLORTHUR: Tantor here CAN ATTEMPT to throw you across.
BLORTHUR: CAR and all. One big HEAVE. Ten meters, or whatever it is. You IN?
[[Reginold and Pompinia look skeptical]]
REGINOLD: "Whatever it is"?
BLORTHUR: It's a pilot program. We're still testing it.
BLORTHUR: I can offer you a LIFETIME PASS for participating in the trial! FREE heaves across this very gorge FOREVER!
POMPINIA: But IF your optimistic oaf were to FALTER? We'd be CAST to our DEATHS upon the rocks!
REGINOLD: We'd STILL be getting the LIFETIME supply! TAKE THE DEAL!!
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'"Don't worry. We haven't had anyone crash yet.'' / ''...How many have you had land successfully?'' / ''We've only been here about an hour, so we are hoping you will be the first''
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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