Short story time: As a kid I used to get confused why people feared slime monsters. I would go on literal rants with myself " It's Jello! Probably bad tasting, high calorie Jello, BUT JELLO NONE THE LESS! " Just your typical.Dumb.Kid.
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There's something waiting for you. Deep down inside the depths of the dungeon. At first thought you'd probably assume riches and gold. On second, perhaps some terrible monstrosity waiting to taste foolish blood. Or maybe...and this is a very small maybe...
Maybe a strange and awkward friendship lies behind a closed door with iron bars. Waiting to be opened with an usual key that can't simply be picked up by an average adventurer. Then again...the person we're following in this story isn't your average adventurer.
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