05/24/2015
Last Friday was World Goth Day. If you didn’t remember it…tuh. If you did remember it…tuh.
The hunt keeps getting harder and harder, especially now that it’s obvious to Scap that he’s also being hunted! How will our skull-faced psycho get himself out of this mess? And who left them clove cigarettes on the floor? Keep guessing, dear readers!
Oh, Clove. At first I thought it said Clone, and then Cloie.
And in the Patreon preview, I thought the car was cops. And that the cigarette pack was dropped by Scap, thereby leaving accidental evidence of his being there.
Not a bad guess at all, and I can totally see why some readers (or rather, the cool readers who donate on Patreon!) could come to that conclusion.
The color really does add a lot, namely since the B&W version doesn’t show what kind of cigarettes are in the box (they’re cloves, and we know Scapula doesn’t smoke those).
The clueiest of clues.
The fooiest of foos. The jewiest of jews!
Jew-fu! Lethal throwing-dreidels and menorah-chucks!
Ten million points for Josh (or however many gimels that equates to).
I’ve personally never been hunted by anything more threatening than a mosquito, so kudos to Scapula for keeping his act together and not going into a complete panic the moment he realizes he’s on the bullseye. Of course they might be here for…. other…. reasons.
I mean, they could be artists looking to capture the urban blight as it creeps into the crumbling center of spirit and religion to capture the image of the city’s soul rotting away and all of its’ beliefs falling to ruin! Right?…… anyone?
Being hunted can’t be any fun whatsoever, whether it’s having Leslie Banks shooting at you in The Most Dangerous Game or assholes like Mac and Dennis going after Ricketty-Crickets in It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I watch too much TV.
Um, doesn’t Hypnausea smoke cloves? Oh boy…
Does he? Uh oh…I can’t remember (yes, I forget what happens in my own comics…it happens when ya get old!).
He would probably smoke some fancy-shmancy that leaves a pungent odor, so I guess cloves aren’t out of the question.
Having scrounged back, I don’t ever recall seeing black cigarettes. I think we’re safe in assuming ‘no’.
I spent World Goth Day posting YouTube videos of music I used to listen to back when my closet absorbed all light in the room when opened. No, nary a scrap of color.
Keep the tradition alive! That’s the nice thing about Goth culture: the older and sadder you get, the more you belong.