Book One, page 52

bravo1102 on July 27, 2017

Every dog has its day.

It's empty you know. There were a ton of pages views but not one new comment or “like” so it was an empty triumph. Now everyone will think that if you whine and complain loud enough you'll get a feature no matter how undeserving your work is. Curiosity to see what it was but not enough to leave a calling card. So it's still crap. It's not even drawn. Non-traditional garbage! Eeek! Now I have to wash out my eyes because they've been contaminated by a non-drawn comic.

The dog had its day. And now comes the “curse of the feature” where the comic dies a sudden death within weeks of being featured. This thing is increasingly unepic as it grinds along with silly conversations, no battles or anything exciting to hold a reader's attention. Who cares about characterization and conversation? Where's the blood? Not even bared boobies? So this incarnation will grind on a few more weeks until I mercifully put it down. The dog had its day but now it's time to be euthanized.

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LIKE the comic damn you!!

Please “like” this comic. If you bothered to actually follow the link just press the freaking “like” tab. You don't have to actually like anything here or even ever read the damn thing again, just click the “like” button. Come on it was featured, doesn't that mean anything? You followed the link, just “like” okay? Yeah, a sorceress word but that's a stupid idea from a comic you'd rather forget. Just like it, damn you, and go back to your stick figures scribbled on notebook paper.

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Notes

The dialogue here recalls the dialogue with the camp followers a few scenes back. Ragnar is thinking about them and about the life he has led.
It's assumed that in Ragnar's chopping between Searsha has been taking loads of wood back to camp and now Ivar now has enough.