[[Two people are discussing a soccer game.]]
Soccer Fan: Did you catch the soccer game? We CRUSHED them! We DESTROYED them!
Pacifist: I did not. The aggression makes me uncomfortable.
Pacifist: The whole POINT is to PENETRATE your enemy's defenses and VIOLATE his sanctum!
Pacifist: You and your GANG DRIVE some OBJECT into a PROTECTED AREA - over STRENUOUS OBJECTIONS! - and are REWARDED for it!
[[The pacifist, fist clenched, looks towards the sky pensively.]]
Pacifist: Why can't we RECONSIDER this? What if the ball is SACRED? You're trying to RESCUE it from those who would DEFILE it...
Pacifist: The goal ISN'T the ENEMY'S HOLY OF HOLIES that you're FORCING FOREIGN ITEMS into... it's YOURS!
Pacifist: If you can only SECURE this TREASURE in your HOME TEMPLE - it'll be safe from those BARBAIANS who would STEAL IT for their OWN!
Pacifist: I can get behind soccer as a RESCUE MISSION. I'd rather cheer for a team of SAVIORS than a MOB of DEPRAVED DEFILERS!
Soccer Fan: But why is there a stranger with gloves trying to STOP you from getting the SACRED ORB near your OWN temple?
Pacifist: Seriously!
Pacifist: HE is the MEANEST GUY in SOCCER
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{{alt-text: The bad guys all hang out near our house probably because they know we gotta come back home sometime! We should probably do the same for them!}}
The bad guys all hang out near our house probably because they know we gotta come back home sometime! We should probably do the same for them!
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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