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I don’t know if anyone know this, but blood in the bloodstream causes severe heart palpitations, or in other words, a reeeeaaalllly painful heart attack.
That never happens to me. But if i sit down for a while then stand up, all the blood rushes to my head and i go blind. It’s like the opposite of what is happening to Moe! I guess we are just two different people…
Turns out I have no idea what you are talking about. Gregory I think you got ectoplasm on your trousers when you crawled under that table. Wait, why was I alive for that last comment? Why has it done this the mood is ruined! Paniiiiiic!
Superduck’s Ghost: I’m confused.
Superduck: Me too.
Superduck’s Ghost: So um, when do i leave?
Superduck: Depends when Gregory stops hallucinating.
Superduck’s Ghost: Well we did give him ALOT of weird stuff…want to go get some icecream?
Superduck: Sure do buddy, sure do…
It strikes me more as a Schroedinger’s Moe. Before I enter the Sacred URL, before I click The Link to True Bliss, it is both Moes’day the Next and merely Moes’day the Same. It has been only six days, surely Firman requires rest and Libations.
Superduck: So Greg…fealing any better?
Superduck’s Ghost: Nom nom nom
Superduck: Oh, and we brought you all ice-creams!
Superduck’s Ghost: Um, i think we got vanilla, strawberry, coffee, toffee, ectoplasm, tuti fruti, lemon, chocolate, double chocolate, cyanide and peanut.
Superduck: Only one of each left, get yours quick!
Superduck: We brought back one of each flavour, but the shop had them all.
Superduck’s Ghost: I’d take you, but the shop is in hell and you would probably die from sheer horror.
Superduck: I’m still having nightmares..
Superduck’s Ghost: But, you can only eat ice-creams at the sea! It’s the law!
Superduck: It’s ok bro it’s ok, i’m sure they won’t get wasted… (pats Superduck’s Ghost consolingly)
Superduck’s Ghost: *Sob* i miss you cookie nut crunch flavour…
Superduck: Too slow my friend, too slow.
Superduck’s Ghost: Well i’m still going to help.
Superduck: Tough, you don’t exist remember?
Superduck’s Ghost: …Well dayum…
Superduck’s Ghost: *poof*
We’ve already had a moe’vember a fwe times to be honest, so I can’t complain there. But if we keep fighting for Moe’sday we’ll get it. Faith in Moe has always been rewarded.
Date unknown, time unknown, location unknown.
We have journied deep into the jungles now and just recently left the lost temple of Moe. Even then it shined brightly after all this time. It gave us hope. Now we press on in hope of an answer to our prayers. Fren went ahead to find water a day or two back, and we havn’t seen him since. We light fires in hopes he will find us by night, but so far…
Date unknown, time unknown, location unknown
We are far from the mainland now. Our newly replenished vigour already wanes like the sun. Nights are treturously cold and we get little energy from the little sleep we can labourously fight for. Campbell fainted 30 minutes or so back, so we have taken to an early rest. He seems to be recovering well, but surely this is just the first rugged pebble which rolls before the rockslide of tragedy.
It has been three days hence that I have ventured ahead of the caravan.
The quest for water bodes not well, nor have I found any traces of Firman through this rough-hewn jungle track. I’ve thought of doubling back, rejoining the caravan. However, the drive to locate some sign of Firman, to discover some scrap of news regarding his fate or whereabout, burns brightly in me. I owe it to the world to find him, for without his genius we shall no Moes’day the Next no more. I can hardly imagine a means for a man to survive on his own for any length of time here … twelve days have passed since Firman crept away in the deep of night. He took no supplies, no changes of clothing; he took only a hunting knife, a stylus and a Cintiq drawing pad. Our group pondered the meaning of this. Some thought that he struck out searching for inspiration. Those, we threw in a pit! Inspiration is not required of such genius! For their heresy, they shall slowly thirst to death.
Alas, even as I scribble my fevered, meaningless drivel I ramble. For now, I shall attempt to pick up a trail by dawn’s light. For now, all that I can do is leave a message along the track for those that trail behind me:
Addendum: one must proofread prior to posting. The bit reading “I owe it to the world to find him, for without his genius we shall no Moes’day the Next no more” should read “I owe it to the world to find him, for without his genius we shall know Moes’day the Next no more”
I merely ask that you keep the beatings below the clavicle, yet above the femur.
(Not a bad idea, Fren, keeps our assaults to a “manslaughter” charge rather than “attempted murder.” You’d be surprised the difference that makes. I’ll add my journal entry later today. Sir Lord Firman! Hear our platitudes and fiction! Bless us! Bless us or we will be forced to continue)
Date: the day after the previos one, time: midday, location: god only knows.
Found footprints today near something in the mud. A patch with alot of indents in it. Who knows when they were put there. We think it may have been our lost companion, but our heads still bow low, almost certain he does not live. Though he didn’t take provisions, and even with the reduced amount of drain on what we have left, we are running low on everything. We hope to find something soon…
Date: same day, time: later, location: you guess is as good as mine.
I write again to log a discovery. We found a reasonably sized cave! Maybe something grows or hides inside, we can only pray for good fortune! Even if emtpy, it would provide a welcome respite from the harsh, stormy weather out in these wilds. Before we venture inside, I pray we don’t find angry dragons inside.
Date: still the same, time: about 30 seconds and a hasty exit later, location: hopefully far enough away
Bugger.
And so we look unto the Moe so that He may deliver us.
It has been several days since our hasty escape from the arch’moe’logy of an ancient, but clearly intelligent, race of noble savages who clearly worshiped Moe, and His Creator, Sir Lord Firman. Truly this adventure has been a series of impossibilities stacked upon one another. What started as a casual search of the cave network behind Sir Lord Firman’s mansion-estate as fallen into discovery of a hidden second Earth, a hollow thriving magnificence. Jules Verne did not write a novel – he wrote a biography. Clearly some of the names and races were changed to protect this virgin landscape from the ravages of man but he needn’t have bothered. They, to a man, appear to be missing.
Perhaps this is why there is no new Moe? Has he found our attention wanting and thus turned his gaze from this island Earth? Fren, Superduck, and I all attempted to appease Moe (and solve a brief crisis of faith) by following the ritual pict’moe’grams we discovered on site but, so far, our efforts are in vain. The pain of leaving such a holy site is still clear on my companions faces but without a clean and regular source of water and food we would have been as finished as the original inhabitants.
Perhaps that is why they left? I must remember to ask Fren and Superduck about their observations. Such an expansive city, adorned with turquoise, metal, and stone – why were there no bodies?
Days in this infernal jungle are beginning to drag on my will. Hot, humid, insect-ridden … it is a miracle that anything can thrive here. I fear that Firman may lose his feet for lack of clean stockings. I chanced upon a clearing yesterday and took advantage of the moment to sight the stars. It appears that I’ve been heading due east all of this time, though I have crossed tracks on the trail. I am beginning to wonder if they are my own … my compass seems to have failed me two days ago. Supplies are running out and there has been nearly no rain. Thus far, I have been able to obtain scant bits of water by cutting overhead vines. It is almost enough to sustain me, should they hold out … I may yet be able to press on. Firman is out here, somewhere. The question is not if we can find him … merely, does he wish to be found?
After a little more than an hour of searching the nearby area, we found Fren passed out near a small hill. It was dark by now, so we saught shelter and made a fire to keep him warm. He was pale and cold, and we think we found him just in time. He keeps mumbling something about stars. We hope he recovers well…
date: 24th, time: late afternoon, location: middle of nowhere
after many days of searching i finally stumbled across the lost explorers, one of whom is delirious and ill. luckily i brought fresh supplies although i lost the only map to Moes’day whilst fist fighting a grizzly. hopefully the supplies i bring will assist the men in their quest and last us to moes’day. however in the back of my mind there are small doubts that we shall find it. No instead i believe it will be Lord Firman who reveals it to us, and no amount of searching will bring this about, i guess all will be revealed soon in any matter
( Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone. May we celebrate in whatever fashion we have, and believe in the greatness Lord Firman bestows upon us. Thanks for being creative ultra-fans with me, and I look forward to many crazy For’moe’um adventures to come)
Superduck, you fool! Don’t you realize! He has spoken! Quickly! Fren! Omi! Everyone! Grab your weapons and what food you can. We’ll drink the blood of our opposers. They’ve taken Sir Lord Firman! He’s trapped!
Day 28, or better said, the 28th cycle of rest, hunt, survive, and rest. This inner earth is truly a remarkable, albeit deadly, place. But enough of this writhing jungle of xenoanimalia – He, the Creator, did speak to us.
My hands shake just to think of it, the message burned into my brain with the brilliance of striking star. There was no face, for to look truly upon Lord Sir Firman would be to invite absolute blissvilion (the achievement of pure bliss while simultaneously reducing oneself to complete oblivion), but rather words, nay, a message. The impossible has been rendered true – heh – I find myself chuckling at my impertinence. Who is to say what is or is not possible when referring to Lord Sir Firman and the magnificent magnificence he has both cultured and kept hidden from our unsuspecting, unready, surface world? We must truly readjust our beliefs and our confidence in such a place. Beliefs and confidence, yes, they need review – but never a shift of the faith.
Now we know where Moe has gone. Our inexperience rendered us blind by over-stimulation in a kingdom so alien to our own. There is a tower. It can be seen from days away and from every direction. Superduck claims it is the stuff of wood and steel, a Victorian obelisk staring in judgment at all it surveys. Fren, when not suffering in the grips of his storming fever, has described a column of cloud and lighting only solid by the sheer will of ice or glass, and then only for a moment. My eyes have always and only viewed a monument of purest marble alabaster, unmarred and whole without window or door or roof or end. A pillar eternally separating one land from another. Even as it separates us from our Lord and Entertainer.
The stars are starting to grow light and “day” is nearly again upon us. I’ve written enough for now. It’s time to march.
*Utter witty themed one-liners*
You guys really get my GOOSE!
Right in the BREADbasket!
Your all going DOWN!
I think we are done here. Waiter, fetch me the BILL!
Guess I should PONDer my next move!
Sure is a FISHY situation were in!
These guys were QUACKers to mess with me!
It’s all WATER under the bridge now!
Quit SWANing about and put up a fight!
Getting that SINKING fealing?
Don’t stand there like sitting DUCKS!
Don’t give me the COLD shoulder!
I have no plan, I’m just gonna WING it!
i feel like i’ve been wandering through a firman productions desert over here, arid and desolate but for a few other stragglers. has it really been nearly a month? we need an oasis people… and in this scenario firman happens to be Hapy, the god of Nile floods.
(Carp, the current angle is we’re adventuring in a multi-cultural, mosaic under earth inside the hollow core of the earth we know. Go crazy man, it is the only thing that will return our Moe)
Food is scant and the vines are yielding very little in the way of water. I’ve found bits of scraps along the track … at first, a half-chewed boot. Shortly thereafter, a broken stylus, a few leaves of notepad balled and carelessly tossed aside. Thus far, I’ve ignored all tracks that I’ve crossed along my path … I merely chase the rising sun and flee the setting. What’s truly odd about this place is the silence; a jungle such as this should be teeming with birds, serpents and insects. Yet, nary a sound but my own footfalls and the mantra that burns in my mind. Moes’day the Next, Moes’day the Next …
Day ?, time ?, location ?
Fren still won’t wake up. He lies there occasionally turning. We have had to carry him and it’s slowing us down. We must find some kind of transport or we will never catch up to Firman. Only he can bring Fren out of his own personal nightmare…
Day 31. It seems to be getting colder now. I say “seems to” because you can never be quite sure what is happening in this place. The cold could be my imagination, the elements, or even an organic reaction from the very landscape itself. We foreign elements who tread wantonly upon a native biology. It is still several cycles travel before my band of friends and adventurers will reach the hilly outskirts of the tower’s perimeter.
I’m suffering from moe withdrawal syndrome, which can only be treated with liberal application of moe directly to the affected areas*. Moe’ moe please!
Love, Frunj.
*side effects include spontaneous guffawing and combustion.
Day 32. We are within sight of the tower and I am cold. The chill strikes every part of my body making my whole body quake with misery – even as I scribe this latest entry. Why is it colder here, at what feels like the center, rather than anywhere else? There is no mist, no fog, no sign of any reason for such a change.
Our various visions are still ours. The tower remains nothing but stone and brick. A chaotic disharmony of pebbles and boulders assaults my eyes even as my mind marvels at the simplicity. Not a single inch is anything but stark bone white. Is this Moe? Does he stretch from beneath even this earth to a sky above our own? It is too much.
Lord Sir Firman is trapped within…and he must be rescued.
The fetid jungle, at last, has finally opened onto a rolling plain. I’ve found a swift running stream and the water is sweet, though perhaps a bit late to be of use to my caravan … wherever they may be. It’s far too late to turn back now; with so many day’s journey behind me, it is impossible to know where the rest have gone. As for now, I’ve sighted a hill off to the east and shall make way toward it. I hope to gain enough height to survey this new topography and perhaps sketch a rough map of my surroundings. As to my companions, my hope is that they have cleared the jungle without event and have found the same plain, the same stream, some miles away.
Date ?, time ?, location: outside the desolate tower.
Today Fren punched me in the face during one of his fevered fits, so i ate his last candy bar. I hope he wakes up soon, because carrying him around is tiring and i don’t like being punched in the face.
A torn page floats and twists on the shifts between cold and hot weather. Moments later a dozen dozen cousins spin past in seemingly mocking copy. All are of the same paper. All but the first have the same deliberate style of handwriting.
The leader has a messy hasty message splattered across its surface in wet ink.
Hey guys, do something productive with all of this energy. I’ve been collaborating with electro pop artists La Roux (great folks, really) and we’re going to be releasing a single soon. Sure, it’s just a rehashing of ‘In for the Kill’, which is sort of played out, but hey. What have you released lately? Anyway, you heard it here first! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GH7ebChtFzc
Go ahead and listen, but if you like it be sure to vote with your George Bush-approved greenbacks on iTunes (tried to get the indie cred with Beatport but, no go. Exclusivity clauses in MULTIPLE contracts).
Thanks, guys! PS I’m big fans and read this comic every day to see what Superduck will be doing next, that card!
The view from the hill is staggering. One can see for miles in every direction, and in this case the miles are rather empty. There is a mountain range some way off to the east; to the south, the plain rolls on. Northward, a thin forest dots the landscape.
There were the remains of a fire atop this hill. I cannot tell just how long ago it blazed. Further inspection netted the usual find … a few scattered animal bones mixed into the ashes, tool marks etched near the joints. A humble repast, but likely better than I’ve had in quite some time. There are some low stone structures atop this hillock; a few beacons, a central tower that rises some dozen feet above. The constructions seem ancient in that way that all stoneworks seem. What mighty men raised these walls, and from whence did the stones come? I’ve seen no quarry, nor the evidence of one, from any direction that my vantage afforded.
I have seen neither Firman, nor signs of the remainder of the caravan. It would seem that I am on my own, at least for now. In this spare region, Nature offers little in the way of provender and my supplies are running thin. I shall have to make do with what few morsels present themselves. For now, a few roots and the odd mushroom.
There is naught to do but scribble these few fevered notes and press onward. I know not where this trek shall lead, but there is nothing to gain from turning back.
I’m not a card, I’m a duck! I swear, people are going insane in these Moeless conditions…
Firman, we need you now more than we have ever needed you! And I pray nightly you don’t let us down…
For NOW is the winter of our discontempt, made glorious in all our sons or yore, stained as the battlefield the deepest sanguine as is the bloodthirsty night, ending in what once was a glorious beakon of hope. Lips pursed, knees drawn, we offer such as we can our time wandering alone to the majesties up high that we may see our companion, host, friend once more. May he return in all splendor, lest we shout so loud the her heavens themselves will part and release a shining troff of holy alight to sully what once was peace.
(So, Superduck, you make proclamations once a year? That’s it? It was beautiful to read, to be sure, but once a year? What are you doing with the other 364 days?)
(what the hell was i saying about squirrels???? ive got to stop mixing substances.) when will this cold dead winter end and the age of moe return IM BEING DRIVEN TO DESPERATION HERE LORD FIRMAN
I stand alone in the immense, vast reaches at the end of Time itself. I glance around and see endless expanses of nothing. I am surrounded by perpetual twilight; no matter where I move, I am bathed in the faint non-light of dusk. And where do I move? I stand on a platform fashioned by some heavenly hands in the fashion large clock. I see a similar structure in the distance, and attempting travel, I bend my knees and jump, to find out I gently soar as if through water, and make contact with this hovering platform, at least 40 meters away. I check my surroundings; all I see are more clocks. Why am I here? This hollow dimension, nay, this desolate echo of reality is surely the work of an eternal, rugged craftsman who has abandoned his project before its zenith. I feel helpless chained to this fluid galaxy, seemingly lacking so in magnitude and yet holding elegant, endless grandiosity beyond little I’ve known before.
Ejected from a world of meaning and order, I become statue-like in my composure. I hold absolute faith that the abandonment of these foundations is for purpose; perhaps the sculptor simply required a moment to regather his emotions through introspection. Perhaps he simply required a moment of rejuvenation, a moment to find a balm to the strain this project has incited upon himself (how long would a moment even last in a space where there is no time?). I view my surroundings with a fresh eye. What appeared to be incomplete at first suddenly seems fleshed out. When I re-examine the clock face I stand on, more details are apparent. I travel to different clock structures, to find in awe that each of these monoliths have been crafted with great care. I look around me again; I previously thought the creator has simply left his work prematurely, before its apogee was truly achieved. I realize now I was wrong, rash in my judgment. All this time I’d been hoping for more, when I failed to appreciate the masterpieces that were already in my view. Self-admonished, I sit down, and resume waiting. Wherever the master of this universe has gone, I will be patient. The returns will be bountiful upon the resumption of his well-earned position.
I glance downwards and notice a detail that had evaded my previous inspection of the clock faces. In a faraway corner of this immense structure, I find a small engraving: ‘MOE 356 firmanproductions.com FIRMAN 2010′. Questions explode in my mind. Moe? Firman? Who are these surely higher powers, and what manner of production does the one named Firman undergo? There are no ready replies to my ruminations. Despite this, I am pacified by the confirmation of the architects I previously, and continue to, put so much faith in. And so I wait.
Superduck: Hopy shit that duck is huuge!
Superduck: Did i put on weight?
Future Superduck: That isn’t what i came back to tell you!
Future Superduck: But yes…
Superduck: Ah well, at least i’m jolly. Right?
Future Superduck: That’s not…just…
Future Superduck: Yes.
I see no dead thread here. All I see is a rousing fiesta with a group of well-mannered poets and ducks taking part. The only difference between what’s happening here and ‘real parties’ is that people check in on occasion to see how things are going, and then check out to do other things. I’m sure we’re all pretty inebriated when we’re posting here, right? Right?!?! :looksforsupport:
You’re absolutely right. Oh, that was a tense few minutes to be sure. Let us never show violence in a thread again.
:eternallyregretfulaccidentalfiringofgun:
this has already surparsed the last mega comment saga i visited, although i must say my posts have been severly lacking in quality of late, various other threads on websites id rather not name have tarnished my poetic prowess, now i am reduced to an empty husk of the writer i once was, im not worthy of firmans presence or his gift
Future Superduck: Don’t worry, it gets better.
Superduck: So there IS new Moe?!?
Future Superduck: Oh um, well yes, but now that i’ve come back and said that the outcome could be entirely changed.
Superduck: Well if this didn’t happen to you and you are doing it now, i would live through an entirely different timeline and never become you.
Future Superduck: Soooo…?
Superduck: How are you here?
Future Superduck: …
Future Superduck: Fu…*poof*
Superduck: Don’t go! Now i’m lonely again…
Superduck’s Ghost: You still have me pal.
Superduck: But you only appear when i’m dead.
Superduck’s Ghost: Well now you’ve gone and done it…*poof*
Superduck: …Sorry…
Superduck: *sniffle*
After reading a comic on this site, the only reason I usually come back is to check for updates. When my eyes quickly glaze over the same old, I make a beeline for the comments section and see what’s up. For the first time since it was created, I re-read the comic at the top of this page, and I actually lol’d -again-, over a month later. A testement to the powers of the Firman.
a detail i for some reason completely missed, moe is playing moe’nopoly against himself, please tell me someone hasnt already pointed this out and left me looking stupid
Could be the Internet, could be the drugged sandwiches everyone has been eating. Of coursh, I would know the differunsh between a badun, ana goodun.
Donchu look agh me like that, my voich is fine I’m jush a lidl sheepy.
I’ll chake ev’rbuddy in thish rum, I’ll…I’ll…jush… Resht a munut and… You…you…
Zzzz quack…
There comes a time when we must cast off sweet words. Propriety does not suit the situation. No, these times call for the crudest of Saxonisms:
Fucked. Well, proper fucked.
Though green and verdant, for all intents and purposes this plain is a wasteland. No settlements dot the landscape. Nary a ruin. Hell, I’ve not even found two sticks to lash together. Even if Firman has dropped dead out here, I’ll find no sign. There is NOTHING. Grass, that is all. It is as though this place has been picked clean of animal life. I have not heard so much as the chittering of insects in the tall grasses. I know not what sort of hell I’ve found, but I should like to re-educate whomever uttered the phrase “Silence is Golden”.
i really need to lay off some of this stuff, hash makes bread taste like arse, its saddening, but chu put mayonaise on the slices of bread and then put down slices of magic mushroom, crumbed in crushed “e” and then season with cocaine and pepper. hey hey hey hey …smoke weed everyday.
Okay, so this is going to be the third time I posted today, but who cares. You guys are amazing. Which is not not including Lord Sir Firman but more specifically Superduck, carp, Omi, Fren, campbell, Nicktheslayer, Freako, Ed, Jex, Evan, BAGMAN, TornadobotZeta, Uncle Fester, CAMPBELL, muke, and I think that’s everyone. I was also saving this post till Christmas but again, hey, this is the third time I’ve posted. I may miss Christmas. And some of you may not be here. Long story short…Thanks guys. I was planning on obsessively posting every day until Lord Sir Firman broke under my zealotry solely, and lonely. But I am not alone. I have my friends. And Superduck. And Superduck’s many potentially confused, borderline psychologically dangerous tendencies. But that’s so aside the point! Thank you guys. Let’s post to two-hundred (200) and break this drought. Gregory out.
Gregory, you my friend, are a boss, no not just a boss, THE boss, you are a visionary who has provided me with more entertainment in these moe less periods then any substance, horrible foreign board, or foodstuff has. i shall most certainly join you on this quest for 200 Lord Sir Firman must certainly re-emerge after that, if not then i do believe we must accept the worst and come to grips with his disapearence. and may god have mercy upon our souls if that is grim reality of this sad situation. MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY BR’MOE’THERS ENJOY THIS FESTIVE DUSTBOWL OF DEBAUNCHERY AND EXCESS.
Last time I’ll be checking this page for a while, it’s been nice reading the goofiness but I can’t handle the emotional rollercoaster of firmanproductions.com anymore. I’ve realised it’s a type of emotional abuse, and the pain isn’t worth it.
Good to be here though, Greg. You guys are pretty great, and it’s always better to wait with some others around instead of just going it alone like some lone ragged wolf trekking through Siberia through a snowstorm. These comments inspire more than their fair share of ridiculous times, which is more than welcome in these tough times.
Hey guys I am here to join in the journey. I am a latecomer to the group, but I bring with myself an array of valuable skills, like fire-starting, fishing, and breakdancing. The snowstorm seems to be getting worse but you can all gather around my fire, we’ve got to keep going!
It’s better to join late than never; I only joined in about halfway down this thread and look at me now, posting and whatnot. Anyways, good to have you.
This MIGHT be a bit silly but your post had me picturing you breakdancing in the face of an oncoming blizzard, and ultimately fending it off with your sicknasty moves. Do with that image what you will.
I will continue to fend off the blizzard with my helicopter move as long as I can! Meanwhile, maybe some of you guys can scout around for some kind of shelter, or dig a big hole so we can climb down into the center of the earth and start up the ancient machinery designed to summon Lord Firman when all else fails.
(Oh, and we shouldn’t keep Tim Bob hanging, continuing to whirl his legs in almost capori-like fashion. And yet, should we save his next exciting page until the update? It’s a hard choice – one I don’t envy making – thus I won’t make it – yet)
hot damn that is some delirious sicknasty moves you are poppin tim bob, in this thread you are the dancer, he is you. busting ice cold killa kicks and flips and spins, like a mutha fucka all up in here. hot fucking damn son this stuff is intense.
firman h christ, he has been and yet no moe? why does he continue to give us the cold moe-less shoulder, FIRMAN MY LORD HOW HAVE WE WRONGED YOU??!?!?!?!?
We…we have failed him. I have gone to the mountain and I have seen. Much did I hear but little did I say. It would be improper to talk more of it now, but post, post my friends and brothers, post and I will post as well.
Well, IM depressed. Without moe, my life is nothing but playing old Zelda games and watch re-runs of That 70’s show. Please, Firman, PLEASE GIVE US MOE’RE
Man I can’t believe we’re actually in arm’s reach of 200 posts. Basically half an arm’s reach. We’re practically snuggling with our 200th post as I write this. Glad we pulled through, guys!
Muke! Dude…don’t worry. I’m sure there will be another 200 post. Hell, we might even make it to 300 some year. Let us look forward to a bright Moe-filled future with all of our reproductive organs intact!
On a more serious note, do you guys remember there ever being a guest comic here? I can recall several guest comics Michael has done on other sites, but I cannot recall a guest comic being posted here.
That is, except for the one Muke put in the comments some time ago =)
What I’m saying is this: I’ll happily make, like 5 guest comics. That would be way fun!
im working on a fan animation that i was expecting to finish this christmas day
which i may or may not finish depending on how distracted i am by my presents
i would be able to make a guest comic i cant draw to save my left testicle and believe me i really wish i had that little guy still with me, however i make do with one testicle as best as can be done. merry appropriated pagan holiday boyos
Everyone enjoy christmas then? Get something nice in your christmas quackers?
Haha, but seriously.
I wish i could draw better, i started making my own comic recently but there are only 5 or 6 pages. But i would happilly attempt to draw a guess comic with my tablet of PURE POWEEEEEEEER!
No, my comic is not about ducks : /
It’s barely even gotten started yet, not that i don’t have storylines for about 2 years of comic making.
But i’m sorry if my puns have gotten you DOWN, i’ll stop FISHING for laughs now.
Superduck: Wait that isn’t mum, it’s just future Superduck in a costume!
Future Superduck: Haha, you got me.
Superduck: Aren’t you supposed to be dead, or gone forever or something?
Future Superduck: Well i was, but i came back for several reasons.
Future Superduck: 1) Being non-existant is boring.
Future Superduck: 4) I’ve been eating mushrooms so i’m a FUNGHI to be with!
Future Superduck: π) You overdosed again, Gregory is trying to shoot you back to life with his revolver right now.
Superduck: Oooooh, i thought i was a saint, but i guess that’s why i’m holey!
Superduck: Get it? Holey? Holy? Saint. Revolver…
Superduck: *sob*
We have a -box- of revolvers? Holy crap, have they been here the whole time? Dig in and grab one, everybody! Let’s start off the New Year with assault and battery!
The second one. Although, I should have better used, “Oh M’No’e!” to make it more clear. And I can absolutely confirm Moe is made of an amorphous lump of vulnerable because he’s gotten shot – several times.
Well I doubt that. I mean, he said he would give us another comic soon, but the large gaps in between growing larger each consecutive time show some signs of fatigue. At a guess I would think he was going to quit soon, or at least make the comic purely as a rare or infrequent hobby; as is his porogative, naturally one cannot be assumed to stay on one path forever. All we can really say is what we had was good, and should he tentatively stroke our fancy every anum or a while with a succulent morsell, we should be grateful.
One who rides alone, with distant brothers who follow his steps and offer gratitude has a mind which is unclouded by what circles them as we do, for there is nothingto cloud; and as man does, he will seek to hightsn himself so as he can emerge tall amongst short men. This act enrices others into his path, leadingthem the same road to meet the same destiny, and hence all eventually become equal again, so as I restart the cicle on what becomes into a snake biting it’s own tail; it will eventually meet it’s head again.
So are you leaving as well, Superduck? If so you will be missed; if not, I am glad for your company. Don’t give up…wait…did you just put a headstone on the future?
Eh, yeah… on the cusp of 300 comments for one comic that was released months ago, I’m of dwindling faith here. I don’t mind that the comments section has turned into a de facto forum for Moe fans, though. I plan to stick around, and I hope others do too!
this inconsistency of firman is killing his fan base, i am starting to think he has forsaken us to the wolves
“fan suicide rates have reached critical levels…”
forgot to add, THIS TESTAMENT TO MOES SUPPORTERS WILL STAND STRONG AGAINST THE TEST OF TIME, LEST THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMAN WHO ARE ITS FOUNDATIONS FALTER, im not really sure where it fits into my comment, but i was probably going to throw it on the end where it doesnt make much sense and confuses many. oh well we had a good run boys
Running a webcomic, any comic, literally any creative work is hard. The reason I got into the posting-motion was to support Sir Lord Firman, not criticize him. We post to keep in contact with each other, to keep the thread alive, to make jokes, and to inspire more Moe. I will keep posting till the website goes down – and I know I will be rewarded. Stick with me, gentlemen (and possibly ladies but I’m pretty sure we’re all gentlemen), patience is often rewarded.
goddamn i wish my internet wasn’t censored right about now. i cant view this apparently amazing comic, karma i guess for previous remarks sucking balls i guess, still its nice to know that there are creative people out there and that you arent all as sucky at life skills as i am
Yeah, Deviantart runs terribly on my browser for some reason. Everything loads like total crap, which is especially a pain if I’m trying to view a page of thumbnails… need 5 or 6 refreshes before I can see all of them.
Unless Omi’s problem is that he was banned for being inflammatory on DA… 😛
I’m sure you’ve got life skills. They’re just all latent and stuff.
Boy, step in line behind the master of inadequacy.
I’m not smart, I have terrible memory and no facial recognition, I don’t have any general knowlage or basic grasp of life outside my house, 5 friends, 2 of whome I see maybe 4 times a year, I have GCSE C grades worth almost nothing, I failed college, I’m not funny or handsome or witty, I’m lazy, I can’t talk to people in person because I run out of things to say, and all I ever do is play computer games , which I have done for the past 10 years, and I’m no good at them either!
Hey, looking back in the archives, I had forgotten about the not-so-recent style change around comic 347 or 348. Not a positive or negative aspect of the comment, just thought that was interesting to point out (sorry if I’m seriously late to the game here)
Sir Lord Firman talked about painting with a more “fast and loose” (I think his words) style a few days ago. (If by days I mean months and by months I mean, I’ve got no idea, back there a bit, in the “before time”) I miss the R’moe’ances that were beginning to develop and hope they someday return.
oh yeaaah, the romances… whew, waiting around this lounge has eroded my memory. Time for a big archival revisit, I think… I still remember the Bose headphones comic though, it’s a classic.
The drying machine, too. Still make me dumbstruck by FORCE OF SHEER QUALITY
i think about that kiwi juice comic all the damn time
that one stuck with me more than any other moe comic
i find myself bringing up moe juice to people who have never read the comic and to people i havent even met
i have no idea why
I actually really like the one in the pie shop with the man made of pies.
The look on that guys face is basically priceless.
Couldn’t check THAT through a till.
Or the one with the customer appreciation dance actually, that’s very fuuny too.
“But the word for the day is always ‘pie'”
“Grrrr…” (starts dancing)
But he was! That was the terrible irony of it. My follow up favorite of that was, “They said I had cancer, but I didn’t” and then immediately the funeral, “Yes, it turns out he did.”
I get it! HANDS DOWN! Like in arm wrestling! Aha! Ha! Ahahahahah!
But seriously.
The pie shop one is the best when the change is mini pies and be makes a man out of pie. It…just…is…
I’ve read the archives like, 3 times and it’s always been the best!
My arm hurts because Little Mac (My rabbit kitten) used me as a springboard and cut me up ;_;
I wouldn’t recommend it.
PS: Anyone who knows why I called him that gets a government approved, certified, sealed, Superduck patented Superduck thumbs up ™
You mean to say NONE of you have played Punchout?
Come ON it’s an excellent game by Nintendo!
You are a 5 foot boxer fighting 6 foot boxers in silly ways, and it’s funny and awesome.
I am disgusted
You are right, Carp. It is not the same. However, the beauty is being able to play these games (keeping the spirit alive) even after their console is long dead. I did play Punchout. And I’d say your boxer was 5ft and the other boxers were closer to 7ft+. When you have to -jump-, literally -jump-, to hit somebody in the face, I think you shouldn’t have been let in the ring in the first place.
The boxers range from just over 6 foot to almost 7 foot, but I think only Soda Popinski (Vodka Drunkinski) would hit 7. Pretty sure Mac is not far above 5. Also, the best one is the NEW one for the Wii, an if you don’t have a Wii, then by gum you better GET one mah boi!
oh, I just assumed DKC2 was the new one because I totally can’t remember the names at all. Just one with Donkey and Diddy, and another one with Diddy and his lady-friend over there. I guess when I was young I didn’t really care about the names.
anyways
that pie-man comic really is all that and a bag of toast
November 10th, 2010 at 7:54 pm
Moe’nopoly!
November 10th, 2010 at 9:57 pm
With whom is he even playing? Looks like his brain is even further gone than we feared…
November 10th, 2010 at 10:23 pm
lest we forget.
November 11th, 2010 at 12:22 am
I keep choking in my sleep too Moe. I scare my girlfriend. Better get that checked out before the dentist comes back!
November 11th, 2010 at 3:30 am
I don’t know if anyone know this, but blood in the bloodstream causes severe heart palpitations, or in other words, a reeeeaaalllly painful heart attack.
November 11th, 2010 at 5:04 am
I’m afraid I’m aware of that too, Evan, but that would be in a normal human being with normal blood. Moe? Well, I think the defense can rest its case.
And horray for more Moe!
November 11th, 2010 at 7:58 pm
That never happens to me. But if i sit down for a while then stand up, all the blood rushes to my head and i go blind. It’s like the opposite of what is happening to Moe! I guess we are just two different people…
November 11th, 2010 at 7:59 pm
Um…hold on a sec…creepy noises outside my house. Maybe it’s Moe come to meet me in real life!
November 11th, 2010 at 8:02 pm
At first i thought it was Moe, but on closer inspection it was an angry bear with a bomb strapped to it.
November 12th, 2010 at 3:29 am
Well I would be angry too if I had a bomb strapped to me. You can’t lay judgment.
November 12th, 2010 at 8:34 am
As breaks the inevitable dawn, Moes’day the Next has come! Shout triumphant to all who may hear!
November 12th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
Fren! Get down! Superduck is about to “shout triumphant” in about the worst way possible!
November 12th, 2010 at 8:48 pm
Moe is tired and jejune. Why can’t you be funny and creative every day, like Garfield?
November 12th, 2010 at 10:09 pm
I would have been satisfied if this comic was only the first panel. You spoil me, Firman
November 13th, 2010 at 7:36 pm
*while still ducking and covering* And we’re still not really sure if Moe is playing Moe’poly or not. If he is, I want a board.
November 13th, 2010 at 9:10 pm
TRIUMPHANT!
November 13th, 2010 at 9:13 pm
Turns out I have no idea what you are talking about. Gregory I think you got ectoplasm on your trousers when you crawled under that table. Wait, why was I alive for that last comment? Why has it done this the mood is ruined! Paniiiiiic!
November 14th, 2010 at 10:48 am
Wait…am I seeing double? And it’s Moe’sday tomorrow everybody! It’s MOE’SDAY TOMORROW!
November 14th, 2010 at 8:07 pm
You are not seeing double.
November 14th, 2010 at 8:08 pm
Everything is fine.
November 14th, 2010 at 8:09 pm
Go back to sleep.
November 14th, 2010 at 8:10 pm
Sleep! Sleep! Sleeeeeeeeep…
November 14th, 2010 at 9:07 pm
i thought in the first panel he was saying ‘i keep choking on my beans’
and that had me laughing all the way through the comic
November 15th, 2010 at 8:36 am
Friends, merely remember that should Superduck wish to trumpet and crow, his quack doth echo.
Moes’day the Next, Moes’day the Next …
November 15th, 2010 at 12:44 pm
Well said, Fren. Tomorrow must be Moe’sday.
November 15th, 2010 at 6:23 pm
Superduck’s Ghost: I’m confused.
Superduck: Me too.
Superduck’s Ghost: So um, when do i leave?
Superduck: Depends when Gregory stops hallucinating.
Superduck’s Ghost: Well we did give him ALOT of weird stuff…want to go get some icecream?
Superduck: Sure do buddy, sure do…
Superduck: Happy Moesday everyone, god bless.
November 16th, 2010 at 6:38 am
So it’s Moes’day in CST. I can’t wait for the future!
November 16th, 2010 at 8:30 am
It strikes me more as a Schroedinger’s Moe. Before I enter the Sacred URL, before I click The Link to True Bliss, it is both Moes’day the Next and merely Moes’day the Same. It has been only six days, surely Firman requires rest and Libations.
November 16th, 2010 at 1:32 pm
Superduck: So Greg…fealing any better?
Superduck’s Ghost: Nom nom nom
Superduck: Oh, and we brought you all ice-creams!
Superduck’s Ghost: Um, i think we got vanilla, strawberry, coffee, toffee, ectoplasm, tuti fruti, lemon, chocolate, double chocolate, cyanide and peanut.
Superduck: Only one of each left, get yours quick!
November 16th, 2010 at 1:33 pm
Or eeeelse! WoooooOOOOOooooh!
November 16th, 2010 at 2:04 pm
So you’re saying they have all those flavors or just one each?
November 16th, 2010 at 8:25 pm
Superduck: We brought back one of each flavour, but the shop had them all.
Superduck’s Ghost: I’d take you, but the shop is in hell and you would probably die from sheer horror.
Superduck: I’m still having nightmares..
November 17th, 2010 at 8:14 am
Please forward all Libations and Sacrifices to Firman at his Moe’nsion on the hill. And please, don’t spoil the sea view by tarrying about.
November 17th, 2010 at 9:15 am
Superduck’s Ghost: But, you can only eat ice-creams at the sea! It’s the law!
Superduck: It’s ok bro it’s ok, i’m sure they won’t get wasted… (pats Superduck’s Ghost consolingly)
Superduck’s Ghost: *Sob* i miss you cookie nut crunch flavour…
*Both ducks hug. It’s really quite endearing.
November 17th, 2010 at 11:18 pm
Don’t spoil the sea at all, friend Fren. Sacrifice all the water in the ocean if it will appease Lord Sir Firman.
November 18th, 2010 at 8:12 am
‘Tis but gloom and dust ’til Moes’day the Next.
November 19th, 2010 at 12:38 am
Til Moes’day the Next.
November 19th, 2010 at 12:39 am
(and that’s still the 18th where I come from. So I want that counted as a post on the 18th)
November 19th, 2010 at 7:18 pm
Okay, so it’s looking like we’ll need to get to 100 again. Who’s with me!
November 19th, 2010 at 8:08 pm
Shotgun!
November 19th, 2010 at 8:08 pm
Shot…damn it…
November 19th, 2010 at 8:10 pm
Superduck: Too slow my friend, too slow.
Superduck’s Ghost: Well i’m still going to help.
Superduck: Tough, you don’t exist remember?
Superduck’s Ghost: …Well dayum…
Superduck’s Ghost: *poof*
November 20th, 2010 at 3:15 pm
So…we’re thinking this week’s Moesday? I am. But honestly, that would be one hell of a feat.
November 20th, 2010 at 7:31 pm
Where are all the poems, raps and war diaries? We are almost up to 50 comments and we havn’t had any yet…
November 20th, 2010 at 7:35 pm
And iiiiiiiiieeiiiiiiiiieeiiiiiiii….will aaallwaays love MooooooOOooooooOOooooooe…so pleeeaase draaaaaw sooome MOOOOOooOOOOOOooOOOOOOre…
I guess you have to be a better singer to pull this off…
Quack :3
November 21st, 2010 at 2:47 am
Omg, Superduck, I will kill you all over again.
November 21st, 2010 at 6:38 am
so i guess no moe’vember then
November 21st, 2010 at 8:45 am
Don’t kill me D:
Who will feed my guinea pigs and draw comics D:
November 21st, 2010 at 6:55 pm
We’ve already had a moe’vember a fwe times to be honest, so I can’t complain there. But if we keep fighting for Moe’sday we’ll get it. Faith in Moe has always been rewarded.
November 21st, 2010 at 9:08 pm
Date unknown, time unknown, location unknown.
We have journied deep into the jungles now and just recently left the lost temple of Moe. Even then it shined brightly after all this time. It gave us hope. Now we press on in hope of an answer to our prayers. Fren went ahead to find water a day or two back, and we havn’t seen him since. We light fires in hopes he will find us by night, but so far…
Date unknown, time unknown, location unknown
We are far from the mainland now. Our newly replenished vigour already wanes like the sun. Nights are treturously cold and we get little energy from the little sleep we can labourously fight for. Campbell fainted 30 minutes or so back, so we have taken to an early rest. He seems to be recovering well, but surely this is just the first rugged pebble which rolls before the rockslide of tragedy.
November 22nd, 2010 at 9:15 am
Personal journal, entry three:
It has been three days hence that I have ventured ahead of the caravan.
The quest for water bodes not well, nor have I found any traces of Firman through this rough-hewn jungle track. I’ve thought of doubling back, rejoining the caravan. However, the drive to locate some sign of Firman, to discover some scrap of news regarding his fate or whereabout, burns brightly in me. I owe it to the world to find him, for without his genius we shall no Moes’day the Next no more. I can hardly imagine a means for a man to survive on his own for any length of time here … twelve days have passed since Firman crept away in the deep of night. He took no supplies, no changes of clothing; he took only a hunting knife, a stylus and a Cintiq drawing pad. Our group pondered the meaning of this. Some thought that he struck out searching for inspiration. Those, we threw in a pit! Inspiration is not required of such genius! For their heresy, they shall slowly thirst to death.
Alas, even as I scribble my fevered, meaningless drivel I ramble. For now, I shall attempt to pick up a trail by dawn’s light. For now, all that I can do is leave a message along the track for those that trail behind me:
404
WATER NOT FOUND
November 22nd, 2010 at 9:19 am
Addendum: one must proofread prior to posting. The bit reading “I owe it to the world to find him, for without his genius we shall no Moes’day the Next no more” should read “I owe it to the world to find him, for without his genius we shall know Moes’day the Next no more”
I merely ask that you keep the beatings below the clavicle, yet above the femur.
November 22nd, 2010 at 9:29 am
(Not a bad idea, Fren, keeps our assaults to a “manslaughter” charge rather than “attempted murder.” You’d be surprised the difference that makes. I’ll add my journal entry later today. Sir Lord Firman! Hear our platitudes and fiction! Bless us! Bless us or we will be forced to continue)
November 22nd, 2010 at 9:16 pm
Date: the day after the previos one, time: midday, location: god only knows.
Found footprints today near something in the mud. A patch with alot of indents in it. Who knows when they were put there. We think it may have been our lost companion, but our heads still bow low, almost certain he does not live. Though he didn’t take provisions, and even with the reduced amount of drain on what we have left, we are running low on everything. We hope to find something soon…
Date: same day, time: later, location: you guess is as good as mine.
I write again to log a discovery. We found a reasonably sized cave! Maybe something grows or hides inside, we can only pray for good fortune! Even if emtpy, it would provide a welcome respite from the harsh, stormy weather out in these wilds. Before we venture inside, I pray we don’t find angry dragons inside.
Date: still the same, time: about 30 seconds and a hasty exit later, location: hopefully far enough away
Bugger.
November 22nd, 2010 at 10:19 pm
And so we look unto the Moe so that He may deliver us.
It has been several days since our hasty escape from the arch’moe’logy of an ancient, but clearly intelligent, race of noble savages who clearly worshiped Moe, and His Creator, Sir Lord Firman. Truly this adventure has been a series of impossibilities stacked upon one another. What started as a casual search of the cave network behind Sir Lord Firman’s mansion-estate as fallen into discovery of a hidden second Earth, a hollow thriving magnificence. Jules Verne did not write a novel – he wrote a biography. Clearly some of the names and races were changed to protect this virgin landscape from the ravages of man but he needn’t have bothered. They, to a man, appear to be missing.
Perhaps this is why there is no new Moe? Has he found our attention wanting and thus turned his gaze from this island Earth? Fren, Superduck, and I all attempted to appease Moe (and solve a brief crisis of faith) by following the ritual pict’moe’grams we discovered on site but, so far, our efforts are in vain. The pain of leaving such a holy site is still clear on my companions faces but without a clean and regular source of water and food we would have been as finished as the original inhabitants.
Perhaps that is why they left? I must remember to ask Fren and Superduck about their observations. Such an expansive city, adorned with turquoise, metal, and stone – why were there no bodies?
November 23rd, 2010 at 9:13 am
Somebody ate them. *burp*
November 24th, 2010 at 1:45 am
Personal note: Here there be dragons.
November 24th, 2010 at 8:37 am
Personal journal, entry the fourth:
Days in this infernal jungle are beginning to drag on my will. Hot, humid, insect-ridden … it is a miracle that anything can thrive here. I fear that Firman may lose his feet for lack of clean stockings. I chanced upon a clearing yesterday and took advantage of the moment to sight the stars. It appears that I’ve been heading due east all of this time, though I have crossed tracks on the trail. I am beginning to wonder if they are my own … my compass seems to have failed me two days ago. Supplies are running out and there has been nearly no rain. Thus far, I have been able to obtain scant bits of water by cutting overhead vines. It is almost enough to sustain me, should they hold out … I may yet be able to press on. Firman is out here, somewhere. The question is not if we can find him … merely, does he wish to be found?
November 24th, 2010 at 9:42 am
Wait a second friends….
My Fren senses are tingling…
November 24th, 2010 at 12:56 pm
Date unknown, time unknown, location unkown.
After a little more than an hour of searching the nearby area, we found Fren passed out near a small hill. It was dark by now, so we saught shelter and made a fire to keep him warm. He was pale and cold, and we think we found him just in time. He keeps mumbling something about stars. We hope he recovers well…
November 25th, 2010 at 2:59 am
date: 24th, time: late afternoon, location: middle of nowhere
after many days of searching i finally stumbled across the lost explorers, one of whom is delirious and ill. luckily i brought fresh supplies although i lost the only map to Moes’day whilst fist fighting a grizzly. hopefully the supplies i bring will assist the men in their quest and last us to moes’day. however in the back of my mind there are small doubts that we shall find it. No instead i believe it will be Lord Firman who reveals it to us, and no amount of searching will bring this about, i guess all will be revealed soon in any matter
November 25th, 2010 at 4:16 pm
( Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone. May we celebrate in whatever fashion we have, and believe in the greatness Lord Firman bestows upon us. Thanks for being creative ultra-fans with me, and I look forward to many crazy For’moe’um adventures to come)
November 25th, 2010 at 4:59 pm
Well i’m in England so it’s not thanksgiving for me. So um…more Moe puhleez?
November 26th, 2010 at 2:52 pm
( Oh, we’ll get our new Moe. We will.)
November 27th, 2010 at 4:42 am
(We just must keep going)
November 27th, 2010 at 7:57 am
Sorry guys, it’s going to be, like, another week still! I’m trapped in the Capital Wasteland!
November 27th, 2010 at 8:43 am
o.0
Hey Firman, wutsup?
November 27th, 2010 at 8:44 am
We weren’t going crazy, it’s um…all a missunderstanding see?
Um…
Don’t kill us all.
November 27th, 2010 at 7:36 pm
Superduck, you fool! Don’t you realize! He has spoken! Quickly! Fren! Omi! Everyone! Grab your weapons and what food you can. We’ll drink the blood of our opposers. They’ve taken Sir Lord Firman! He’s trapped!
AND.
WE.
WILL.
SAVE HIM!
November 28th, 2010 at 5:58 pm
S’Moe… N’Moe Moe’r Moe?
November 28th, 2010 at 7:42 pm
Day 28, or better said, the 28th cycle of rest, hunt, survive, and rest. This inner earth is truly a remarkable, albeit deadly, place. But enough of this writhing jungle of xenoanimalia – He, the Creator, did speak to us.
My hands shake just to think of it, the message burned into my brain with the brilliance of striking star. There was no face, for to look truly upon Lord Sir Firman would be to invite absolute blissvilion (the achievement of pure bliss while simultaneously reducing oneself to complete oblivion), but rather words, nay, a message. The impossible has been rendered true – heh – I find myself chuckling at my impertinence. Who is to say what is or is not possible when referring to Lord Sir Firman and the magnificent magnificence he has both cultured and kept hidden from our unsuspecting, unready, surface world? We must truly readjust our beliefs and our confidence in such a place. Beliefs and confidence, yes, they need review – but never a shift of the faith.
Now we know where Moe has gone. Our inexperience rendered us blind by over-stimulation in a kingdom so alien to our own. There is a tower. It can be seen from days away and from every direction. Superduck claims it is the stuff of wood and steel, a Victorian obelisk staring in judgment at all it surveys. Fren, when not suffering in the grips of his storming fever, has described a column of cloud and lighting only solid by the sheer will of ice or glass, and then only for a moment. My eyes have always and only viewed a monument of purest marble alabaster, unmarred and whole without window or door or roof or end. A pillar eternally separating one land from another. Even as it separates us from our Lord and Entertainer.
The stars are starting to grow light and “day” is nearly again upon us. I’ve written enough for now. It’s time to march.
November 28th, 2010 at 8:11 pm
Ever thought of writing a book?
I’d buy it.
November 29th, 2010 at 2:15 am
TO VICTORY!!!! FIRMAN WILLS IT
November 29th, 2010 at 9:08 pm
Mkay.
*Laser eyes*
*Rain of fire*
*Punch missiles out of sky*
*Smoke large cigar*
*Utter witty themed one-liners*
You guys really get my GOOSE!
Right in the BREADbasket!
Your all going DOWN!
I think we are done here. Waiter, fetch me the BILL!
(Note – feal free to steal any of these)l
November 29th, 2010 at 9:15 pm
Guess I should PONDer my next move!
Sure is a FISHY situation were in!
These guys were QUACKers to mess with me!
It’s all WATER under the bridge now!
Quit SWANing about and put up a fight!
Getting that SINKING fealing?
Don’t stand there like sitting DUCKS!
Don’t give me the COLD shoulder!
I have no plan, I’m just gonna WING it!
I should work in comedy…p
November 29th, 2010 at 11:30 pm
Day 29. I think Superduck has gone…mad? Perhaps I was wrong on who had the fever.
November 29th, 2010 at 11:50 pm
i feel like i’ve been wandering through a firman productions desert over here, arid and desolate but for a few other stragglers. has it really been nearly a month? we need an oasis people… and in this scenario firman happens to be Hapy, the god of Nile floods.
November 30th, 2010 at 5:30 pm
Don’t DIVE in with that conclusion Greg!
I’m no FEATHERhead!
November 30th, 2010 at 10:05 pm
Day 30.
November 30th, 2010 at 10:51 pm
ouch, just looked back and realized the desert angle had been mined by Fren already. now i’m unoriginal AND lacking new Moe :c
December 1st, 2010 at 1:53 am
(Carp, the current angle is we’re adventuring in a multi-cultural, mosaic under earth inside the hollow core of the earth we know. Go crazy man, it is the only thing that will return our Moe)
December 1st, 2010 at 7:14 am
annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd its DECEMBER!
December 1st, 2010 at 9:11 am
Personal journal, entry the fifth:
Food is scant and the vines are yielding very little in the way of water. I’ve found bits of scraps along the track … at first, a half-chewed boot. Shortly thereafter, a broken stylus, a few leaves of notepad balled and carelessly tossed aside. Thus far, I’ve ignored all tracks that I’ve crossed along my path … I merely chase the rising sun and flee the setting. What’s truly odd about this place is the silence; a jungle such as this should be teeming with birds, serpents and insects. Yet, nary a sound but my own footfalls and the mantra that burns in my mind. Moes’day the Next, Moes’day the Next …
And why is it that I am wearing only one boot?
December 1st, 2010 at 10:23 am
Day ?, time ?, location ?
Fren still won’t wake up. He lies there occasionally turning. We have had to carry him and it’s slowing us down. We must find some kind of transport or we will never catch up to Firman. Only he can bring Fren out of his own personal nightmare…
December 1st, 2010 at 11:36 pm
Day 31. It seems to be getting colder now. I say “seems to” because you can never be quite sure what is happening in this place. The cold could be my imagination, the elements, or even an organic reaction from the very landscape itself. We foreign elements who tread wantonly upon a native biology. It is still several cycles travel before my band of friends and adventurers will reach the hilly outskirts of the tower’s perimeter.
Whatever the cost, we must prevail.
December 1st, 2010 at 11:37 pm
(So I’m thinking 100 posts before this week is over…who is with me?)
December 2nd, 2010 at 3:01 am
(I am.)
December 2nd, 2010 at 3:01 am
(Let’s do this guys. Let’s make this happen.)
December 2nd, 2010 at 11:54 am
The Firman HASS the comments!
December 2nd, 2010 at 7:07 pm
Y’all still here?
December 2nd, 2010 at 10:08 pm
Dear Firman,
I’m suffering from moe withdrawal syndrome, which can only be treated with liberal application of moe directly to the affected areas*. Moe’ moe please!
Love, Frunj.
*side effects include spontaneous guffawing and combustion.
December 3rd, 2010 at 1:04 am
Day 32. We are within sight of the tower and I am cold. The chill strikes every part of my body making my whole body quake with misery – even as I scribe this latest entry. Why is it colder here, at what feels like the center, rather than anywhere else? There is no mist, no fog, no sign of any reason for such a change.
Our various visions are still ours. The tower remains nothing but stone and brick. A chaotic disharmony of pebbles and boulders assaults my eyes even as my mind marvels at the simplicity. Not a single inch is anything but stark bone white. Is this Moe? Does he stretch from beneath even this earth to a sky above our own? It is too much.
Lord Sir Firman is trapped within…and he must be rescued.
December 3rd, 2010 at 8:31 am
Personal Journal, entry the sixth:
The fetid jungle, at last, has finally opened onto a rolling plain. I’ve found a swift running stream and the water is sweet, though perhaps a bit late to be of use to my caravan … wherever they may be. It’s far too late to turn back now; with so many day’s journey behind me, it is impossible to know where the rest have gone. As for now, I’ve sighted a hill off to the east and shall make way toward it. I hope to gain enough height to survey this new topography and perhaps sketch a rough map of my surroundings. As to my companions, my hope is that they have cleared the jungle without event and have found the same plain, the same stream, some miles away.
No traces of Firman, anywhere.
December 3rd, 2010 at 9:55 pm
Date ?, time ?, location: outside the desolate tower.
Today Fren punched me in the face during one of his fevered fits, so i ate his last candy bar. I hope he wakes up soon, because carrying him around is tiring and i don’t like being punched in the face.
December 4th, 2010 at 10:51 am
A torn page floats and twists on the shifts between cold and hot weather. Moments later a dozen dozen cousins spin past in seemingly mocking copy. All are of the same paper. All but the first have the same deliberate style of handwriting.
The leader has a messy hasty message splattered across its surface in wet ink.
“w ev e been fol lowed”
December 5th, 2010 at 4:03 am
(Wow, what a cliffhanger!)
December 6th, 2010 at 3:36 am
TOO MANY SQUIRRELS NOT ENOUGH CHAINSAWS, WHERE ARE THE YACHTS SARGEANT? WHERE! ARE! THE! GODDAMN YACHTS!
December 6th, 2010 at 6:35 am
Hey guys, do something productive with all of this energy. I’ve been collaborating with electro pop artists La Roux (great folks, really) and we’re going to be releasing a single soon. Sure, it’s just a rehashing of ‘In for the Kill’, which is sort of played out, but hey. What have you released lately? Anyway, you heard it here first!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GH7ebChtFzc
Go ahead and listen, but if you like it be sure to vote with your George Bush-approved greenbacks on iTunes (tried to get the indie cred with Beatport but, no go. Exclusivity clauses in MULTIPLE contracts).
Thanks, guys! PS I’m big fans and read this comic every day to see what Superduck will be doing next, that card!
December 6th, 2010 at 8:05 am
its december bout time for another update
December 6th, 2010 at 10:02 am
Personal journal, entry the seventh:
The view from the hill is staggering. One can see for miles in every direction, and in this case the miles are rather empty. There is a mountain range some way off to the east; to the south, the plain rolls on. Northward, a thin forest dots the landscape.
There were the remains of a fire atop this hill. I cannot tell just how long ago it blazed. Further inspection netted the usual find … a few scattered animal bones mixed into the ashes, tool marks etched near the joints. A humble repast, but likely better than I’ve had in quite some time. There are some low stone structures atop this hillock; a few beacons, a central tower that rises some dozen feet above. The constructions seem ancient in that way that all stoneworks seem. What mighty men raised these walls, and from whence did the stones come? I’ve seen no quarry, nor the evidence of one, from any direction that my vantage afforded.
I have seen neither Firman, nor signs of the remainder of the caravan. It would seem that I am on my own, at least for now. In this spare region, Nature offers little in the way of provender and my supplies are running thin. I shall have to make do with what few morsels present themselves. For now, a few roots and the odd mushroom.
There is naught to do but scribble these few fevered notes and press onward. I know not where this trek shall lead, but there is nothing to gain from turning back.
December 6th, 2010 at 8:55 pm
I’m not a card, I’m a duck! I swear, people are going insane in these Moeless conditions…
Firman, we need you now more than we have ever needed you! And I pray nightly you don’t let us down…
For NOW is the winter of our discontempt, made glorious in all our sons or yore, stained as the battlefield the deepest sanguine as is the bloodthirsty night, ending in what once was a glorious beakon of hope. Lips pursed, knees drawn, we offer such as we can our time wandering alone to the majesties up high that we may see our companion, host, friend once more. May he return in all splendor, lest we shout so loud the her heavens themselves will part and release a shining troff of holy alight to sully what once was peace.
Superduck, 2010.
December 6th, 2010 at 8:57 pm
Where it says “the her” it SHOULD say “that the” but it’s difficult to type on an iPod and it does predictive text.
December 7th, 2010 at 1:06 am
(So, Superduck, you make proclamations once a year? That’s it? It was beautiful to read, to be sure, but once a year? What are you doing with the other 364 days?)
December 7th, 2010 at 1:24 am
how long has it been, like 4 months since the last comic?
December 7th, 2010 at 3:28 am
(what the hell was i saying about squirrels???? ive got to stop mixing substances.) when will this cold dead winter end and the age of moe return IM BEING DRIVEN TO DESPERATION HERE LORD FIRMAN
December 7th, 2010 at 10:48 am
With the rest of the year i’m playing computer games, eating chips with cheese, and sleeping.
Fun fact: I sleep for 12 hours a day.
December 7th, 2010 at 1:38 pm
Day? Time? There is none of that here.
I stand alone in the immense, vast reaches at the end of Time itself. I glance around and see endless expanses of nothing. I am surrounded by perpetual twilight; no matter where I move, I am bathed in the faint non-light of dusk. And where do I move? I stand on a platform fashioned by some heavenly hands in the fashion large clock. I see a similar structure in the distance, and attempting travel, I bend my knees and jump, to find out I gently soar as if through water, and make contact with this hovering platform, at least 40 meters away. I check my surroundings; all I see are more clocks. Why am I here? This hollow dimension, nay, this desolate echo of reality is surely the work of an eternal, rugged craftsman who has abandoned his project before its zenith. I feel helpless chained to this fluid galaxy, seemingly lacking so in magnitude and yet holding elegant, endless grandiosity beyond little I’ve known before.
December 7th, 2010 at 1:51 pm
Ejected from a world of meaning and order, I become statue-like in my composure. I hold absolute faith that the abandonment of these foundations is for purpose; perhaps the sculptor simply required a moment to regather his emotions through introspection. Perhaps he simply required a moment of rejuvenation, a moment to find a balm to the strain this project has incited upon himself (how long would a moment even last in a space where there is no time?). I view my surroundings with a fresh eye. What appeared to be incomplete at first suddenly seems fleshed out. When I re-examine the clock face I stand on, more details are apparent. I travel to different clock structures, to find in awe that each of these monoliths have been crafted with great care. I look around me again; I previously thought the creator has simply left his work prematurely, before its apogee was truly achieved. I realize now I was wrong, rash in my judgment. All this time I’d been hoping for more, when I failed to appreciate the masterpieces that were already in my view. Self-admonished, I sit down, and resume waiting. Wherever the master of this universe has gone, I will be patient. The returns will be bountiful upon the resumption of his well-earned position.
December 7th, 2010 at 1:58 pm
I glance downwards and notice a detail that had evaded my previous inspection of the clock faces. In a faraway corner of this immense structure, I find a small engraving: ‘MOE 356 firmanproductions.com FIRMAN 2010′. Questions explode in my mind. Moe? Firman? Who are these surely higher powers, and what manner of production does the one named Firman undergo? There are no ready replies to my ruminations. Despite this, I am pacified by the confirmation of the architects I previously, and continue to, put so much faith in. And so I wait.
December 7th, 2010 at 7:15 pm
(Carp, this is amazing)
December 7th, 2010 at 7:17 pm
(Release the crocodiles)
December 8th, 2010 at 3:25 pm
Have i started some kind of alternative poetry thing?
That’s how THIS duck rolls. ¬_¬
December 8th, 2010 at 9:03 pm
Did someone say duckroll?
http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/duckroll
December 9th, 2010 at 1:51 am
If what I wrote reads as alternative poetic praise, then yes. That is exactly what you’ve started.
December 9th, 2010 at 1:09 pm
(Hm. Still no Moe)
December 10th, 2010 at 11:21 am
Never gonna give you DUCK, never gonna let you DOWN, never gonna waddle around and…DESERT YOU!
December 10th, 2010 at 11:58 pm
Nor will any of us, Lord Sir Firman. We know you’re out there, working hard, to bring back the Moe.
December 11th, 2010 at 1:43 am
Yeah, I think we’ve got the iron-willed thing on lockdown over here. We’ve advanced our PATIENCE-TECH to LVL. 52: DURABILITY OF 10,000 ANVILS
December 11th, 2010 at 1:43 am
so, you know, no rush 😛
December 11th, 2010 at 12:43 pm
I almost kind of hope Firman will keep not posting, just to see how this barren dead husk of a thread carries on.
December 11th, 2010 at 2:31 pm
It will always carry on. But dont give him any ideas.
He should post again.
December 11th, 2010 at 2:37 pm
Hey, new faces.
I…must…steal them…
>,,<
December 11th, 2010 at 2:38 pm
Don’t do it! It’s a trap!
December 11th, 2010 at 2:40 pm
Superduck: Hopy shit that duck is huuge!
Superduck: Did i put on weight?
Future Superduck: That isn’t what i came back to tell you!
Future Superduck: But yes…
Superduck: Ah well, at least i’m jolly. Right?
Future Superduck: That’s not…just…
Future Superduck: Yes.
December 11th, 2010 at 4:03 pm
Santaduck?!
December 11th, 2010 at 11:45 pm
(damn, carp, that is badass. I’m going to start entering commands next round)
December 11th, 2010 at 11:46 pm
Wait! Dead thread? How dare you, Sir! Kishmo! I demand satisfaction!
December 12th, 2010 at 7:27 pm
It’s like I could write forever, but all I want is Moe.
December 12th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
I see no dead thread here. All I see is a rousing fiesta with a group of well-mannered poets and ducks taking part. The only difference between what’s happening here and ‘real parties’ is that people check in on occasion to see how things are going, and then check out to do other things. I’m sure we’re all pretty inebriated when we’re posting here, right? Right?!?! :looksforsupport:
December 12th, 2010 at 7:30 pm
:showsthebarrelofagun:
December 12th, 2010 at 7:31 pm
Ha! I see how it is now!
:showsthebarrelofmyowngun:
It’s a Mexican standoff sir!
December 12th, 2010 at 7:38 pm
Just kidding. I would throw a fellow Firman lover into my crosshairs.
Drunks shouldn’t yield pistols anyways.
:guilty:
December 12th, 2010 at 7:38 pm
sorry, *I would never.
boy what a hilarious misunderstanding
December 12th, 2010 at 11:37 pm
You’re absolutely right. Oh, that was a tense few minutes to be sure. Let us never show violence in a thread again.
:eternallyregretfulaccidentalfiringofgun:
December 13th, 2010 at 4:11 am
this has already surparsed the last mega comment saga i visited, although i must say my posts have been severly lacking in quality of late, various other threads on websites id rather not name have tarnished my poetic prowess, now i am reduced to an empty husk of the writer i once was, im not worthy of firmans presence or his gift
December 13th, 2010 at 10:35 am
What other threads, Omi? What has distracted you so?
December 13th, 2010 at 10:34 pm
Future Superduck: Don’t worry, it gets better.
Superduck: So there IS new Moe?!?
Future Superduck: Oh um, well yes, but now that i’ve come back and said that the outcome could be entirely changed.
Superduck: Well if this didn’t happen to you and you are doing it now, i would live through an entirely different timeline and never become you.
Future Superduck: Soooo…?
Superduck: How are you here?
Future Superduck: …
Future Superduck: Fu…*poof*
Superduck: Don’t go! Now i’m lonely again…
Superduck’s Ghost: You still have me pal.
Superduck: But you only appear when i’m dead.
Superduck’s Ghost: Well now you’ve gone and done it…*poof*
Superduck: …Sorry…
Superduck: *sniffle*
December 14th, 2010 at 8:20 am
dissapointment.
December 14th, 2010 at 3:00 pm
It’s pretty clear we’re going to have to get to 200 this time. Which is possible. Even more possible because it must be done.
December 14th, 2010 at 4:28 pm
After reading a comic on this site, the only reason I usually come back is to check for updates. When my eyes quickly glaze over the same old, I make a beeline for the comments section and see what’s up. For the first time since it was created, I re-read the comic at the top of this page, and I actually lol’d -again-, over a month later. A testement to the powers of the Firman.
December 15th, 2010 at 3:06 am
firman’s testament if you will?
December 15th, 2010 at 3:09 am
a detail i for some reason completely missed, moe is playing moe’nopoly against himself, please tell me someone hasnt already pointed this out and left me looking stupid
December 15th, 2010 at 3:14 pm
Jex
November 10th, 2010 at 9:57 pm
With whom is he even playing? Looks like his brain is even further gone than we feared…
December 15th, 2010 at 3:16 pm
Sorry bro.
Hey, why did it put my name as Superduck Future duck ect…
December 15th, 2010 at 10:24 pm
;___; i cant even get observational humour correct anymore, goddamn it internets, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY MIND.
December 15th, 2010 at 10:25 pm
IT WAS THE SECOND COMMENT AND I MISSED IT OH NOES
December 15th, 2010 at 11:07 pm
Could be the Internet, could be the drugged sandwiches everyone has been eating. Of coursh, I would know the differunsh between a badun, ana goodun.
Donchu look agh me like that, my voich is fine I’m jush a lidl sheepy.
I’ll chake ev’rbuddy in thish rum, I’ll…I’ll…jush… Resht a munut and… You…you…
Zzzz quack…
December 16th, 2010 at 3:55 am
Hey, Omi, you also found the comic funny the second time around. Or wait…that was you…wasn’t it?
December 16th, 2010 at 8:33 am
Personal journal, entry eight:
There comes a time when we must cast off sweet words. Propriety does not suit the situation. No, these times call for the crudest of Saxonisms:
Fucked. Well, proper fucked.
Though green and verdant, for all intents and purposes this plain is a wasteland. No settlements dot the landscape. Nary a ruin. Hell, I’ve not even found two sticks to lash together. Even if Firman has dropped dead out here, I’ll find no sign. There is NOTHING. Grass, that is all. It is as though this place has been picked clean of animal life. I have not heard so much as the chittering of insects in the tall grasses. I know not what sort of hell I’ve found, but I should like to re-educate whomever uttered the phrase “Silence is Golden”.
Madness, it is! Madness!
December 16th, 2010 at 10:50 am
Truly these holidays are hard. I only hope for a naked Moe Christmas.
(Actually, I hope for a MOE Christmas, but he never seems to wear clothes, and I have come to accept this)
December 17th, 2010 at 5:49 am
Don’t give up the fight.
December 17th, 2010 at 11:22 pm
maybe MOE for christmas
December 17th, 2010 at 11:57 pm
Christmas Moe!
Christ”Moe”s
December 18th, 2010 at 2:54 am
man I am getting a WORKOUT scrolling to the bottom of this comments page
December 18th, 2010 at 5:26 am
I can’t wait to get a heavier mouse.
December 18th, 2010 at 6:06 am
i use a trackpad :c
does that mean i need a heavier mac?
December 18th, 2010 at 9:09 am
I fijured ouch a way chu wake up F*hic*…Fren. Chlap ‘im in the faish wiv’a kippah!
*Does this*
December 18th, 2010 at 2:42 pm
*looks in horror*
December 18th, 2010 at 7:50 pm
*joins greg*
December 18th, 2010 at 7:57 pm
i really need to lay off some of this stuff, hash makes bread taste like arse, its saddening, but chu put mayonaise on the slices of bread and then put down slices of magic mushroom, crumbed in crushed “e” and then season with cocaine and pepper. hey hey hey hey …smoke weed everyday.
December 18th, 2010 at 11:50 pm
Okay, so this is going to be the third time I posted today, but who cares. You guys are amazing. Which is not not including Lord Sir Firman but more specifically Superduck, carp, Omi, Fren, campbell, Nicktheslayer, Freako, Ed, Jex, Evan, BAGMAN, TornadobotZeta, Uncle Fester, CAMPBELL, muke, and I think that’s everyone. I was also saving this post till Christmas but again, hey, this is the third time I’ve posted. I may miss Christmas. And some of you may not be here. Long story short…Thanks guys. I was planning on obsessively posting every day until Lord Sir Firman broke under my zealotry solely, and lonely. But I am not alone. I have my friends. And Superduck. And Superduck’s many potentially confused, borderline psychologically dangerous tendencies. But that’s so aside the point! Thank you guys. Let’s post to two-hundred (200) and break this drought. Gregory out.
December 19th, 2010 at 6:06 am
Gregory, you my friend, are a boss, no not just a boss, THE boss, you are a visionary who has provided me with more entertainment in these moe less periods then any substance, horrible foreign board, or foodstuff has. i shall most certainly join you on this quest for 200 Lord Sir Firman must certainly re-emerge after that, if not then i do believe we must accept the worst and come to grips with his disapearence. and may god have mercy upon our souls if that is grim reality of this sad situation. MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY BR’MOE’THERS ENJOY THIS FESTIVE DUSTBOWL OF DEBAUNCHERY AND EXCESS.
December 19th, 2010 at 6:58 am
Last time I’ll be checking this page for a while, it’s been nice reading the goofiness but I can’t handle the emotional rollercoaster of firmanproductions.com anymore. I’ve realised it’s a type of emotional abuse, and the pain isn’t worth it.
Seriously though: Kanye out.
December 19th, 2010 at 1:55 pm
Dang… we lost Kanye. :c
Good to be here though, Greg. You guys are pretty great, and it’s always better to wait with some others around instead of just going it alone like some lone ragged wolf trekking through Siberia through a snowstorm. These comments inspire more than their fair share of ridiculous times, which is more than welcome in these tough times.
so yeah
December 19th, 2010 at 8:59 pm
TIM BOB has joined the party!
December 19th, 2010 at 9:01 pm
Hey guys I am here to join in the journey. I am a latecomer to the group, but I bring with myself an array of valuable skills, like fire-starting, fishing, and breakdancing. The snowstorm seems to be getting worse but you can all gather around my fire, we’ve got to keep going!
December 19th, 2010 at 10:51 pm
sup Tim.
It’s better to join late than never; I only joined in about halfway down this thread and look at me now, posting and whatnot. Anyways, good to have you.
This MIGHT be a bit silly but your post had me picturing you breakdancing in the face of an oncoming blizzard, and ultimately fending it off with your sicknasty moves. Do with that image what you will.
December 20th, 2010 at 1:34 am
If I was an artist, I’d draw it.
December 20th, 2010 at 6:24 am
I will continue to fend off the blizzard with my helicopter move as long as I can! Meanwhile, maybe some of you guys can scout around for some kind of shelter, or dig a big hole so we can climb down into the center of the earth and start up the ancient machinery designed to summon Lord Firman when all else fails.
December 20th, 2010 at 4:54 pm
Hey guys! I have it on good authority that Senor Firman will be posting a Christmas comic.
December 20th, 2010 at 4:56 pm
Okay, so I made that up. But I’m really hoping!!
December 20th, 2010 at 10:22 pm
We’re almost to 200 and it’s not even Christmas Eve, there is hope!
December 20th, 2010 at 11:17 pm
eh, we’ll get there.
December 20th, 2010 at 11:18 pm
probably.
December 20th, 2010 at 11:22 pm
…hopefully.
December 21st, 2010 at 1:43 am
Definitely.
December 21st, 2010 at 1:43 am
(Oh, and we shouldn’t keep Tim Bob hanging, continuing to whirl his legs in almost capori-like fashion. And yet, should we save his next exciting page until the update? It’s a hard choice – one I don’t envy making – thus I won’t make it – yet)
December 21st, 2010 at 4:14 am
hot damn that is some delirious sicknasty moves you are poppin tim bob, in this thread you are the dancer, he is you. busting ice cold killa kicks and flips and spins, like a mutha fucka all up in here. hot fucking damn son this stuff is intense.
December 21st, 2010 at 12:56 pm
tim bob has all the badass moves. all of them.
December 21st, 2010 at 2:25 pm
4 more days until a potential Christmas Moe.
December 21st, 2010 at 5:19 pm
I know! The excitement is pal’moe’table.
December 22nd, 2010 at 4:11 am
is it just me, or was the section describing the pay-for-insertion offer crossed off from the front-page?
was firman… here…?
-glances to the heavens-
December 22nd, 2010 at 6:36 am
firman h christ, he has been and yet no moe? why does he continue to give us the cold moe-less shoulder, FIRMAN MY LORD HOW HAVE WE WRONGED YOU??!?!?!?!?
December 22nd, 2010 at 2:38 pm
We…we have failed him. I have gone to the mountain and I have seen. Much did I hear but little did I say. It would be improper to talk more of it now, but post, post my friends and brothers, post and I will post as well.
And hope.
December 22nd, 2010 at 3:50 pm
Well, IM depressed. Without moe, my life is nothing but playing old Zelda games and watch re-runs of That 70’s show. Please, Firman, PLEASE GIVE US MOE’RE
December 22nd, 2010 at 4:09 pm
There’ll definitely be a strip in a couple days for Christmas, which you can thank Phillip and Gregory for, who sent me really nice e-mails!
And Gregory also purchased the last available Meet Moe, the service I rescinded because it was a horrible failure and getting me down.
December 22nd, 2010 at 11:50 pm
YES FIRMAN LIIIIVES
GREG
GRAB THE FIREWORKS
December 23rd, 2010 at 12:30 am
Collapses to the ground, exhausted
December 23rd, 2010 at 2:39 am
yeah, that was what – 3 days of solid breakdancing? a break has been earned!
December 23rd, 2010 at 3:48 am
a breakdance that is >:) mwaahahahahaha
December 23rd, 2010 at 3:48 am
ONLY 9 MORE COMMENTS AFTER THIS ONE HOLY SHITBALLS
December 23rd, 2010 at 5:20 am
the excitement is so thick and butter-like i could practically cut it with a butter knife.
…it’s past 4 am here guys cut me some slack
December 23rd, 2010 at 6:18 am
caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarpppppppp!!!!!
December 23rd, 2010 at 10:40 am
Zzzzzzz
December 23rd, 2010 at 10:42 am
Zzzz quack.
Zzzzzzzzzzz zzzzquack.
Zzzzzzwubahwah! Who?
Firman?!?!
I think i had too much of that ass-samich, i did NOT just see that… o.0
No more…meet Moe…I never got a chance to ask him…who does his hair…
December 23rd, 2010 at 10:43 am
Curse you crazy trippin samicheeeeeeeees!
I am kinda hungry though…
*nam nam nam nam*
December 23rd, 2010 at 1:46 pm
Man I can’t believe we’re actually in arm’s reach of 200 posts. Basically half an arm’s reach. We’re practically snuggling with our 200th post as I write this. Glad we pulled through, guys!
December 23rd, 2010 at 3:31 pm
I’m wondering if we should pace ourselves (much like I’m not doing now) so we can hit the 200th post on Christmas eve.
December 23rd, 2010 at 3:39 pm
We’re at 199 with this post. hitting 200 on christmas eve is
over
RAAAATED
i’ll let someone else do the honours of 200 though.
December 24th, 2010 at 12:43 am
Well, its christmas eve for me so,
200th Post Get!
December 24th, 2010 at 12:45 am
have a happy christ jesus
all and moe- happy day
its me your best friend muke
wishing all of you gay
<3
December 24th, 2010 at 12:46 am
WHAT YOU STOLE MY FUCKING 200 POST I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
JESUS IS GONNA KICK YOU IN THE DICK BALLS
December 24th, 2010 at 1:44 am
Whoa!
Muke! Dude…don’t worry. I’m sure there will be another 200 post. Hell, we might even make it to 300 some year. Let us look forward to a bright Moe-filled future with all of our reproductive organs intact!
December 24th, 2010 at 3:41 am
FUCKYEAH NIGGERS THIS HAPPENED, THIS KEEPS HAPPENING
December 24th, 2010 at 3:51 am
It is happening right now.
December 24th, 2010 at 4:07 am
Right now?
December 24th, 2010 at 6:05 am
This very moment.
December 24th, 2010 at 10:33 am
-looks around nervously-
December 24th, 2010 at 1:02 pm
Merry Christmas, all!
December 24th, 2010 at 1:03 pm
Also,
December 24th, 2010 at 1:03 pm
300
December 24th, 2010 at 1:04 pm
posts
December 24th, 2010 at 1:04 pm
isn’t
December 24th, 2010 at 1:04 pm
so
December 24th, 2010 at 1:05 pm
difficult
December 24th, 2010 at 1:05 pm
at
December 24th, 2010 at 1:05 pm
one
December 24th, 2010 at 1:06 pm
word
December 24th, 2010 at 1:07 pm
per
December 24th, 2010 at 1:07 pm
post.
December 24th, 2010 at 1:15 pm
On a more serious note, do you guys remember there ever being a guest comic here? I can recall several guest comics Michael has done on other sites, but I cannot recall a guest comic being posted here.
That is, except for the one Muke put in the comments some time ago =)
What I’m saying is this: I’ll happily make, like 5 guest comics. That would be way fun!
December 24th, 2010 at 1:22 pm
I would happily make 5 guest comics as well! Hell, I’d do a lot of things for Lord Sir Firman if he would only give us his approval.
December 24th, 2010 at 8:57 pm
Man I’d be so awful at making guest comics. I mean, I can draw and all. But this type of humour is beyond my grasp.
December 24th, 2010 at 9:15 pm
im working on a fan animation that i was expecting to finish this christmas day
which i may or may not finish depending on how distracted i am by my presents
December 24th, 2010 at 10:00 pm
i would be able to make a guest comic i cant draw to save my left testicle and believe me i really wish i had that little guy still with me, however i make do with one testicle as best as can be done. merry appropriated pagan holiday boyos
December 25th, 2010 at 12:12 am
*wouldn’t
December 25th, 2010 at 5:56 am
Merry Christmas guys. Let’s do this again for another year.
December 25th, 2010 at 10:55 am
It’s the ‘Moe’st wonderful time of the yeeeeaaaaarr!
December 25th, 2010 at 1:39 pm
NO CHRISTMAS MOE MAKES ME SAD >n<
December 25th, 2010 at 5:46 pm
Christmas ain’t over yet.
December 25th, 2010 at 9:12 pm
I have patience!
December 25th, 2010 at 10:16 pm
christmas finished for me yesterday
December 26th, 2010 at 1:20 am
yeah it’s all done for me here too. it’s ok. no pressure on firman, you know? i just hope he (and everyone else here) had a good time.
December 26th, 2010 at 2:03 am
yeah merry appropriated pagan festivities day all, omi out for the day
December 26th, 2010 at 4:35 pm
Gregory checking in.
December 27th, 2010 at 12:50 am
Now can i be sad?
December 27th, 2010 at 1:44 am
You can be sad. But don’t give up. Now it’s time for 300.
December 27th, 2010 at 2:03 am
THIS IS SPARTAAAA!!!!!
December 27th, 2010 at 2:03 am
sorry couldnt resist myself
December 28th, 2010 at 12:08 pm
Never fear! Completely unendorsed and unofficial Moe fan comics are on the way! I got Smith Micro’s Anime 7 for Christmas =)
December 28th, 2010 at 1:15 pm
Wait, what? What is that?
*google*
December 28th, 2010 at 1:35 pm
Is it a tablet? I’m gonna assume it’s a tablet.
December 28th, 2010 at 1:53 pm
Anime 7 is just a cool art program. I already had a tablet, but the program makes it easier to do cartoon and comic art.
December 28th, 2010 at 7:55 pm
Everyone enjoy christmas then? Get something nice in your christmas quackers?
Haha, but seriously.
I wish i could draw better, i started making my own comic recently but there are only 5 or 6 pages. But i would happilly attempt to draw a guess comic with my tablet of PURE POWEEEEEEEER!
December 29th, 2010 at 1:08 am
will your comic be filled with duck puns
because if i hear one more i might have to go see a QUACK
December 29th, 2010 at 5:03 am
-prepares for pun-making duck hunting season-
December 29th, 2010 at 9:07 am
No, my comic is not about ducks : /
It’s barely even gotten started yet, not that i don’t have storylines for about 2 years of comic making.
But i’m sorry if my puns have gotten you DOWN, i’ll stop FISHING for laughs now.
December 29th, 2010 at 9:08 am
My name is a link to it if you really wanted to see, but it’s a work in progress.
December 29th, 2010 at 4:30 pm
I’m calling this bluff.
December 29th, 2010 at 5:02 pm
IT’S NOT A BLUFF.
December 30th, 2010 at 12:59 am
this is your comic
http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/6923/thiscomicwentswimmingly.png
December 30th, 2010 at 3:09 am
lololol muke that is great
also like the title
December 30th, 2010 at 9:16 am
o.0
December 30th, 2010 at 9:16 am
…mom???
December 30th, 2010 at 3:13 pm
Ah crap. Somebody get the mind-eraser.
Yes, I mean the revolver.
December 30th, 2010 at 4:34 pm
-opens box of revolvers-
December 30th, 2010 at 7:56 pm
this is rubbish bye bye MOE.
December 30th, 2010 at 10:14 pm
Superduck: Wait that isn’t mum, it’s just future Superduck in a costume!
Future Superduck: Haha, you got me.
Superduck: Aren’t you supposed to be dead, or gone forever or something?
Future Superduck: Well i was, but i came back for several reasons.
Future Superduck: 1) Being non-existant is boring.
Future Superduck: 4) I’ve been eating mushrooms so i’m a FUNGHI to be with!
Future Superduck: π) You overdosed again, Gregory is trying to shoot you back to life with his revolver right now.
Superduck: Oooooh, i thought i was a saint, but i guess that’s why i’m holey!
Superduck: Get it? Holey? Holy? Saint. Revolver…
Superduck: *sob*
December 30th, 2010 at 10:47 pm
loloool shoot back to life hahaha oh wow \o
December 31st, 2010 at 7:15 pm
We have a -box- of revolvers? Holy crap, have they been here the whole time? Dig in and grab one, everybody! Let’s start off the New Year with assault and battery!
December 31st, 2010 at 9:27 pm
Happy new…ah crap i guess it didn’t work…
January 1st, 2011 at 5:24 am
another moeless month, my heart, it breaks
January 1st, 2011 at 6:11 am
-fires a couple of gunshots in the air-
haaaappy ne wyrs…
-maniacal grin-
January 1st, 2011 at 5:07 pm
Please be careful! I like being an individual, we don’t need more ghosts around here.
January 1st, 2011 at 7:09 pm
oh no a bullet hit me in both the eyes and in the arm and in the face and in the heart ow
2 DMG
January 1st, 2011 at 7:32 pm
2 DMG? Carp? Where did you get these guns? Am I firing nerfs here?
January 1st, 2011 at 8:27 pm
Really? 2 damage? That bread must be it’s own tiny pandemic, I have 1500 max hp and I got killed by those guns…
January 1st, 2011 at 8:28 pm
It just did it again! Changed my name when I didn’t tell it to! You try and keep a theme going and it shits on your dinner. /)_-
January 1st, 2011 at 11:23 pm
I think i was hit by one of carp’s stray bullets >n<
January 2nd, 2011 at 1:45 pm
-hides box under the tablecloth-
What guns?
January 2nd, 2011 at 2:06 pm
-waves revolver to and fro- Now, Carp, don’t make me try to figure out how this thing works….
January 2nd, 2011 at 2:07 pm
-BLAM!-
January 2nd, 2011 at 2:07 pm
Oh Moe!
January 3rd, 2011 at 12:10 am
MOE successfully auto-parries the bullet, straight in the gut…!
But seriously, I always figured Moe was made from some amorphous lump of invincible.
January 3rd, 2011 at 12:21 am
Waaait… did you mean, “Oh ‘Moe’!” as in, “Oh no!”? Because in that case I missed the boat completely.
January 3rd, 2011 at 1:10 am
The second one. Although, I should have better used, “Oh M’No’e!” to make it more clear. And I can absolutely confirm Moe is made of an amorphous lump of vulnerable because he’s gotten shot – several times.
And that shit hurts.
January 3rd, 2011 at 5:38 am
“killed with their one weakness, bullets…fired from a gun
January 3rd, 2011 at 5:41 am
GODDAMNIT I FORGOT THE SECOND QUATATION MARK, NOW ITS OPEN TO ANY ADDITIONS this could be part of the qoute for all you know
January 3rd, 2011 at 5:43 am
when will this qoute end
January 3rd, 2011 at 10:48 am
I’m not ending it.
January 3rd, 2011 at 6:56 pm
You mean… QUACKtation mark?
But seriously you spealt it wrong.
It could also be ‘Moetation’ marks.
Anyway, back to sanity and deadness, like this. “
January 4th, 2011 at 12:13 am
… said Greg, Omi and Superduck’s Ghost.
January 4th, 2011 at 3:01 am
“
January 4th, 2011 at 3:01 am
There.
On to 300!
January 4th, 2011 at 3:55 am
THIS! IS! SPAR–Oh wait, we’ve already done that joke. Nevermind, then.
January 4th, 2011 at 9:36 am
You started another quote! Who knows how this will end!
Oh wait, like this. “
January 4th, 2011 at 9:37 am
See, you obviously didn’t notice that i ended the previos quote. So you started another, which didn’t need to be there.
“Enough quotes!”
January 4th, 2011 at 5:56 pm
that is a well contained qoute if i dont say
January 4th, 2011 at 5:58 pm
wow we moved fast, amost 100 comment in 10 days, good effort boys, now roll out the phalanxs we got some 300-ing to do
January 4th, 2011 at 7:30 pm
And soon we will have so many comics we will have to fight in the shade!
January 4th, 2011 at 8:35 pm
Well I doubt that. I mean, he said he would give us another comic soon, but the large gaps in between growing larger each consecutive time show some signs of fatigue. At a guess I would think he was going to quit soon, or at least make the comic purely as a rare or infrequent hobby; as is his porogative, naturally one cannot be assumed to stay on one path forever. All we can really say is what we had was good, and should he tentatively stroke our fancy every anum or a while with a succulent morsell, we should be grateful.
One who rides alone, with distant brothers who follow his steps and offer gratitude has a mind which is unclouded by what circles them as we do, for there is nothingto cloud; and as man does, he will seek to hightsn himself so as he can emerge tall amongst short men. This act enrices others into his path, leadingthem the same road to meet the same destiny, and hence all eventually become equal again, so as I restart the cicle on what becomes into a snake biting it’s own tail; it will eventually meet it’s head again.
Superduck: 2011-2012
God rest his soul.
January 4th, 2011 at 8:41 pm
Sigh, I hate typing on an ipod.
*nothing to
*highten
*entices
*leading them
*as it restarts
*cycle
*unto
Corrections made, slot them in where they seem fit (they are in the order that they appear in the writing, and are all in the second paragraph)
January 5th, 2011 at 12:56 am
So are you leaving as well, Superduck? If so you will be missed; if not, I am glad for your company. Don’t give up…wait…did you just put a headstone on the future?
January 5th, 2011 at 3:40 am
Eh, yeah… on the cusp of 300 comments for one comic that was released months ago, I’m of dwindling faith here. I don’t mind that the comments section has turned into a de facto forum for Moe fans, though. I plan to stick around, and I hope others do too!
January 5th, 2011 at 6:02 am
this inconsistency of firman is killing his fan base, i am starting to think he has forsaken us to the wolves
“fan suicide rates have reached critical levels…”
January 5th, 2011 at 6:05 am
forgot to add, THIS TESTAMENT TO MOES SUPPORTERS WILL STAND STRONG AGAINST THE TEST OF TIME, LEST THE BRAVE MEN AND WOMAN WHO ARE ITS FOUNDATIONS FALTER, im not really sure where it fits into my comment, but i was probably going to throw it on the end where it doesnt make much sense and confuses many. oh well we had a good run boys
January 5th, 2011 at 3:57 pm
Running a webcomic, any comic, literally any creative work is hard. The reason I got into the posting-motion was to support Sir Lord Firman, not criticize him. We post to keep in contact with each other, to keep the thread alive, to make jokes, and to inspire more Moe. I will keep posting till the website goes down – and I know I will be rewarded. Stick with me, gentlemen (and possibly ladies but I’m pretty sure we’re all gentlemen), patience is often rewarded.
January 5th, 2011 at 4:23 pm
I’m going to be one of those patient people.
Side note: we should totally monetize Firman’s website for him. I’d definitely buy some Moe swag.
January 5th, 2011 at 7:05 pm
The next comment needs to be about Sparta!
January 5th, 2011 at 8:21 pm
300
January 5th, 2011 at 8:23 pm
I’m not leaving, not yet anyway.
What do you mean by headstone on the future?
THIS…IS…TOO LATE!!!
January 5th, 2011 at 9:59 pm
While I rarely have anything clever or original to say, I will say that I’ll keep checking the site every day, Moe or no Moe. That’s just how I roll.
January 6th, 2011 at 12:04 am
I would buy some Moe stuff if I had ‘Moe’re ‘Moe’ney
January 6th, 2011 at 7:54 am
There is Moe stuff to buy?
I thought he stopped selling ‘Meet Moes’ and i didn’t know there was more merchandise.
January 6th, 2011 at 5:27 pm
Oh yeah. I would also buy some Moe stuff assuming it existed.
January 7th, 2011 at 2:15 am
i did it and dun it
http://eyelids-pie.deviantart.com/art/Frown-Clown-192481344
look its all finished be amazed
January 7th, 2011 at 2:36 pm
oh my god muke that is amazing
January 7th, 2011 at 2:36 pm
the clown’s eyebrows… oh my god
January 7th, 2011 at 8:32 pm
his eyebrows are my favourite part
January 7th, 2011 at 8:44 pm
That heckling clown is letting poor Moe have it.
January 8th, 2011 at 6:49 am
goddamn i wish my internet wasn’t censored right about now. i cant view this apparently amazing comic, karma i guess for previous remarks sucking balls i guess, still its nice to know that there are creative people out there and that you arent all as sucky at life skills as i am
January 8th, 2011 at 3:30 pm
Omi, I can’t help your life skills, but if you refresh on the screen a few times that might reload the image. It’s what I had to do but it worked.
January 8th, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Yeah, Deviantart runs terribly on my browser for some reason. Everything loads like total crap, which is especially a pain if I’m trying to view a page of thumbnails… need 5 or 6 refreshes before I can see all of them.
Unless Omi’s problem is that he was banned for being inflammatory on DA… 😛
I’m sure you’ve got life skills. They’re just all latent and stuff.
January 8th, 2011 at 8:37 pm
Boy, step in line behind the master of inadequacy.
I’m not smart, I have terrible memory and no facial recognition, I don’t have any general knowlage or basic grasp of life outside my house, 5 friends, 2 of whome I see maybe 4 times a year, I have GCSE C grades worth almost nothing, I failed college, I’m not funny or handsome or witty, I’m lazy, I can’t talk to people in person because I run out of things to say, and all I ever do is play computer games , which I have done for the past 10 years, and I’m no good at them either!
You keep your head up, I’ll handle the ‘moe’ping…
January 8th, 2011 at 10:20 pm
shit son but look at your pun prowess, that shit deserves some awards to be flung about deliriously
January 9th, 2011 at 5:35 am
This has been and continues to be an epic journey
January 9th, 2011 at 5:41 am
oh my god superduck’s ghost pun prowess is the greatest of them all.
don’t get down superduck. I still love you!
January 9th, 2011 at 11:50 am
Checking in. Yes, and this journey will not be over until it succeeds. Looks like 400 is new, well, 400.
January 9th, 2011 at 12:53 pm
Sounds like a plan. Maybe I’ll get 400th this time 😀
January 9th, 2011 at 12:54 pm
320 already? Pssssh, this’ll be nothing.
Everytime I turn around and come back it seems there are a few hundred more posts than there were before…
January 9th, 2011 at 1:11 pm
Hey, looking back in the archives, I had forgotten about the not-so-recent style change around comic 347 or 348. Not a positive or negative aspect of the comment, just thought that was interesting to point out (sorry if I’m seriously late to the game here)
January 9th, 2011 at 8:30 pm
Sir Lord Firman talked about painting with a more “fast and loose” (I think his words) style a few days ago. (If by days I mean months and by months I mean, I’ve got no idea, back there a bit, in the “before time”) I miss the R’moe’ances that were beginning to develop and hope they someday return.
January 10th, 2011 at 2:45 am
oh yeaaah, the romances… whew, waiting around this lounge has eroded my memory. Time for a big archival revisit, I think… I still remember the Bose headphones comic though, it’s a classic.
The drying machine, too. Still make me dumbstruck by FORCE OF SHEER QUALITY
January 10th, 2011 at 7:34 am
The one with the dryer lint tray? Yeah, basically a stroke of genius.
January 10th, 2011 at 3:49 pm
*makes
I am grammars deficient.
But yeah, that one.
“TRUE STORY”
that gets me every time haha
January 11th, 2011 at 2:44 am
the kiwi juice is a powerful comic, also i found kiwi juice the other day, it was glorious
January 11th, 2011 at 4:28 am
That’s not true!! That’s…impossible!
January 11th, 2011 at 6:14 am
i think about that kiwi juice comic all the damn time
that one stuck with me more than any other moe comic
i find myself bringing up moe juice to people who have never read the comic and to people i havent even met
i have no idea why
January 11th, 2011 at 10:33 am
I actually really like the one in the pie shop with the man made of pies.
The look on that guys face is basically priceless.
Couldn’t check THAT through a till.
Or the one with the customer appreciation dance actually, that’s very fuuny too.
“But the word for the day is always ‘pie'”
“Grrrr…” (starts dancing)
January 11th, 2011 at 4:04 pm
Happy 3-month anniversary of no-Moe.
January 12th, 2011 at 3:28 am
But it’s only been two months!
January 12th, 2011 at 9:01 am
my favourite one all together has to be when moes dead uncle sneezed off his hair but then wasnt wearing a wig
January 12th, 2011 at 3:54 pm
But he was! That was the terrible irony of it. My follow up favorite of that was, “They said I had cancer, but I didn’t” and then immediately the funeral, “Yes, it turns out he did.”
January 12th, 2011 at 7:45 pm
prison arm wrestling is the hands down best.
three, one, two *punch* I AM SO SORRY
January 12th, 2011 at 8:27 pm
I get it! HANDS DOWN! Like in arm wrestling! Aha! Ha! Ahahahahah!
But seriously.
The pie shop one is the best when the change is mini pies and be makes a man out of pie. It…just…is…
I’ve read the archives like, 3 times and it’s always been the best!
My arm hurts because Little Mac (My rabbit kitten) used me as a springboard and cut me up ;_;
I wouldn’t recommend it.
PS: Anyone who knows why I called him that gets a government approved, certified, sealed, Superduck patented Superduck thumbs up ™
January 12th, 2011 at 8:48 pm
because you plan on eating it
January 12th, 2011 at 9:58 pm
LOL
January 12th, 2011 at 10:00 pm
-searches for the hunting rifles-
January 13th, 2011 at 1:38 am
I miss Moe.
January 13th, 2011 at 7:07 am
You mean to say NONE of you have played Punchout?
Come ON it’s an excellent game by Nintendo!
You are a 5 foot boxer fighting 6 foot boxers in silly ways, and it’s funny and awesome.
I am disgusted
January 13th, 2011 at 7:20 am
Auuugh gotta get to 400
Also I have not played Punchout either
January 13th, 2011 at 8:11 am
Jesus H. . .these comments. . .
January 13th, 2011 at 10:17 am
-puts hunting rifles away, crestfallen-
I was too busy playing Earthbound and FF6 (FF3 in the states) when I still had my SNES, still some of my favourite games of all time
I had mario (of course) and Megaman X too! I have all this on my computer via emulators and roms, but it’s just not the same
January 13th, 2011 at 3:13 pm
You are right, Carp. It is not the same. However, the beauty is being able to play these games (keeping the spirit alive) even after their console is long dead. I did play Punchout. And I’d say your boxer was 5ft and the other boxers were closer to 7ft+. When you have to -jump-, literally -jump-, to hit somebody in the face, I think you shouldn’t have been let in the ring in the first place.
January 13th, 2011 at 8:33 pm
The boxers range from just over 6 foot to almost 7 foot, but I think only Soda Popinski (Vodka Drunkinski) would hit 7. Pretty sure Mac is not far above 5. Also, the best one is the NEW one for the Wii, an if you don’t have a Wii, then by gum you better GET one mah boi!
January 13th, 2011 at 10:40 pm
Oh man I’m, speaking on SNES and nostalgia and stuff
I’m so excited to get that new DK for the Wii, it looks like such a reliving of my youth I might explode
January 14th, 2011 at 1:30 am
Trust me, carp, it is. I still think DKC2 is the best, but the new one comes damn close. And I still haven’t finished it.
Very sad that there are no Kremlings, though.
January 14th, 2011 at 3:07 pm
I have no idea what DKC2 is. (I also haven’t looked on the internet for it, but asking you guys helps add my post for the day)
January 14th, 2011 at 3:17 pm
Donkey Kong Country 2
January 14th, 2011 at 4:39 pm
I meant, “Oh man, speaking about SNES and nostalgia and stuff…”
I got excited enough to completely butcher that sentence, see?
But yeah, there’s a good enough reception towards DKC2 from people who played the SNES games to really make me want it. All in due time…
January 14th, 2011 at 7:55 pm
Erm… DKC2 was a SNES game. The new one is Donkey Kong Country Returns.
Maybe we should start talking about something else, before I manage to confuse even more people…
January 15th, 2011 at 1:23 am
oh, I just assumed DKC2 was the new one because I totally can’t remember the names at all. Just one with Donkey and Diddy, and another one with Diddy and his lady-friend over there. I guess when I was young I didn’t really care about the names.
anyways
that pie-man comic really is all that and a bag of toast
January 15th, 2011 at 8:50 am
goodbye MOE!