Dawn of the Awesome, or, Seekrit Project Revealed!

This is the short story, and the true one:

Go here.

What will you find there? Something wonderful.

And then, keep going back there, day after day. I -- and I presume, we -- hope you enjoy.

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This is the long story, and the largely-untrue one:

So. A couple months ago, I was sitting across a phone line from the redoubtable Shaenon Garrity with a worry on my mind.

"Shaenon?" I typed.

"Yes?" she replied.

"What if, by some freak scientific happening of metabiological Internet technology, everyone who has ever been involved in the production of a webcomic suddenly becomes a super-fast super-strong hyper-powerful uberzombie, like in the film '28 Days Later'?"

"I don't recall that involving webcomics," Shaenon typed.

"No, it was some kind of 'rage virus' thingy. I was referring to the super-fast super-strong zombie part." I hit my carriage return and continued. "Since -- by casual analysis -- roughly fifty percent of the American populace is involved, in some way, in producing a webcomic, and since each super-fast super-strong hyper-powerful uberzombie is at least the equal of a non-augmented human, simple math would seem to be quite predictive of the eventual victor in this struggle. Obviously, there will be complications to the equation involving helicopters and rocket launchers (which the zombies will not use, putting them at a disadvantage) and vicious race-related infighting (which the zombies will not engage in, being as they function as one mind with the sole purpose of the eradication of all humanity, giving them the edge here.) But it nevertheless seems clear who will come out on top at the end of things."

"I... see," replied Shaenon. "And your concern here is...?"

"I want to be on the winning side," I typed. "Naturally."

"Huh," she typed. "What about all that crappy 'Narbonic' fanfiction you forced me to illustrate over all these years?"

"I am worried," I replied, "that my perforce tangential fan-based involvement with that would not be enough to push me over the edge into full-fledged super-fast super-strong zombie mode. And it would really suck to be a not-terribly-fast not-terribly-strong zombie in the zombie world of the future, especially with all the normal humans flying around in helicopters shooting off rocket launchers at you."

"I see your point," typed Shaenon. "Naturally, my many webcomic accolades and the plain, unquestionable fact that I am an effing Internet goddess already would put me squarely in a 'Queen Zombie' role, or at least earn me a spot on the Zombie High Command. But, yes, I'm worried about you, here. The last thing you want to be in the zombie world of the future is a slow and underpowered zombie or -- heaven preserve you -- a normal human."

"...without a rocket launcher," I added. "Or a helicopter."

"Yes, hm," typed Shaenon. "What are we going to do about that?"

"It's a puzzler," I replied.

We both thought about this for a moment.

"Here, I have an idea," she finally typed. "I'm a glutton for punishment. Why don't I create a new daily comic strip! I'll do the art and we can write it together! Then you're sure to be a super-strong super-zombie in the zombie world of tomorrow! You might possibly even be employed by the Zombie High Command in some sort of custodial or maintenance position!"

"NO... FREAKING... WAY!!!" I typed. "By which I mean, HECK YEAH."

So she and I hacked together a comic strip full of robots and undead horrors and adorable talking animals and all those sorts of good things familiar to "Narbonic" fans worldwide, but set it in an entirely new place, with an entirely new theme, and... well... more would be telling, wouldn't it? Hopefully the story will speak for itself.

So the long and the short of it is, go here, all ye patient, and be glad at what you look upon. Six days a week, with sketch Sundays. Just like Mom used to make, assuming your mom used to make a daily webcomic. Enjoy.