Ta da

I finally finished this page. My biggest issue is the text changed and when I sketch out a page the text and images are typically fit around each other. Since the text AND images changed...yeah...Anyway...

Today's Page: OH BOY, MORE EXPOSITION, BUT NO WORRIES! AT LEAST TWO MORE PAGES OF IT! Nnnngh...

And yes, Angels of Death. They aren't always in grayscale.

WHAT!

Another page?! WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?!

I was just meaning to get the base lines down before going outside to enjoy the unusually nice weather when I suddenly discovered the page was done and it was 9pm. Oops. Hope you are enjoying this sudden spark! I am! :D

Bwah

Looky, a page!

Uhm...

Today's page: I HATE EXPOSITION PAGES JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO BUT THIS WAS THE ONLY VERSION OF THIS ISSUE I COULD TOLERATE SO WE'LL BOTH JUST HAVE TO SUCK IT UP OKAY

Fuck Fairpoint. Srsly.

I'm having internet connection problems. Which is of course predictable because today was the day I decided to finish this shitty page.

Today's page: Fuck this shit.

Copied from dA

Hey guys. I know that GO FISH is "technically" back and I missed last week's update and I'm probably going to miss this week's update unless something really knocks me out of this funk.

However, I think I may have reached a new point in my life. This isn't going to be a surprise to anyone, I don't believe, but it feels good to come out. Not that I plan to use it as an excuse or a crutch, but it helps me cope and learn.

I may actually have a problem with depression.

There, I said it.

I thought that depression meant being sad all of the time, or having something to really be upset about, or something like that. I figured everything I was feeling and experiencing was normal and that other people were just better at handling it. I thought maybe I just had a hormone issue because these feelings seemed to coincide and increase in severity at a certain time of the month. I figured it was all normal and I was an idiot for not being able to handle it better and THAT was my problem. I know crying at work isn't normal, but it would happen and I'd feel stupid for doing it.

But after speaking with someone I trust, respect and know has the knowledge to make good judgments, I became aware that these feelings I have most of the time (the worthlessness, the irrational embarrassment, thoughts of ending my life, etc) aren't how people go from day to day. "You should be happy most of the time," she said. It sounds good on paper.

And so I plan on getting help. For real this time. I can't imagine what life would be like when feeling so bad is rare, or what liking myself is really like, but I'm excited. I don't know if it will involve medication, and I don't really want it to.

Uhm...I guess in other news, I bought a pink betta...

Sorry if that was LTMI or TL,DR.

Blargh

Hiya.

Today's page: Please read it and enjoy it.

NNNNNGH

This page...

FML.

My speakers are dying and the "music" coming out of it made me rush through this page because I couldn't concentrate. Not the kind of quality I want for the first page of the year.

So we're back. I wish I had the time to do a Monday, Wednesday, Friday update, but since this comic doesn't make any money I'm forced to keep a job that is, literally, killing me every day.

This issue is all about Tlaloc because there's so much I want to say and every comic should have at least one issue dedicated to one of the characters. Typically this is because the author is about to kill them off.

...

Cough.

Today's Page: This fucking prologue...I can't wait until it's over. If there are any spelling errors let me know. I was in a rush to get away from the noise my computer was regurgitating.