Hello everyone, and welcome to Panel by Panel, a periodic exploration of comic panels around The Duck. This week I am tackling yet another reader request! This time I received a request for some feedback by InkyMoondrop regarding a particular page of their comic, Blessed Days. That proved interesting, leading ...

The idea of “sin” is a prevalent one in horror stories. In terrifying tales, the monstrous against the human also explores good vs. evil.

There is often a “sin” perpetrated by horror Protagonists. The classic Psycho begins with Marion Crane stealing money from her job. Her intentions are understandable, maybe ...

LaBalleur (to the left), Polar Ecksprez (To the right), drew this fighting gamey pic myself:)


Hello everyone

This here will be a pilot post for a potential new blogposting series of mine that is going to be tabletop gaming related. Well… sort of. Let me explain

In the script writing ...

Do you seek the rhythm in a time so dire.
Hearing our desire.
Do you thirst for raindrops on a solar briar.
Lost inside our mire.
Do you curse the shadow of a wanton liar.
Now you feel our ire.
Do you beg and tarry for a stronger fire.
This ...

Starry violence shot across the skies
Void it defies, or so it says.
Gravity cries, or so it bets
Humanity aligns, or so it heads
Violent stars crossing demise
Skies complies, shots say their byes
The human race is ready to live when the old world dies…
… Or so it ...

Scene
I have stunged apart all the eyes on all of the movies
Apprehention from overseeing alarms
Scent
I have smashed apart all the noses on all of the missiles
Reparation from overdosing alarms
Sense
I have spread apart all the tounges on all of the sea-waves
Fascination from overboarding ...

The heart that drinks the sinks filling a glass of stagnation.
With tongues so young joining the brass of sensation.
The fruits that roots themselves to tears,
those shall sow our cheers and thread on dead minds donation.
The side that hides behind heaven rings,
blessed are that obsessed of ...

Probing these mists for a console ancient
Caught in its patience I unsealed the gate
Prying those depths for a future latent
Omens so blatant I entered the gate
Pending the screams for a horror dormant
Leaving from torment I buried that gate


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Hey all! Wasn’t in the mood to put up another poem for this Sunday post, so I’d thought I instead dedicate this Sunday post to something I’ve done recently. Last Tuesday June 6th it was Swedish National Day and the day before that day I spent the ...

Predicating Xerkes of Xanitorium
Sleeping forever within your crematorium
Allseeing in a vacuum watching
Blessmade by mindframed swatching
Your pets are dancing in the flying blaze of Babylon
Inside Caurcassus stands Mnemnon in a bloodied pantalon
Predicating respite of knowledge behind columns of moratorium
Predicating Xerxes of Xanitorium


NaaN (Now ...