"I ghlah-hehehehe!"
"Agh!"
"Nyehehehe, ah hahaha!"
"What in the name of all things-"
"EHEHEHEHEHEHE..."
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Sweet! Part I~6
"Cough! Kkkgahh! Cough, cough!"
"Oh my gosh! You're bleeding!"
"Ghh-hegklp-mkgee..."
"Help you? What can I possibly do? I don't have any bandages... oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!"
"Kgdbluh, khskkk... gkrun."
"What?"
"Run."
Sweet! Part I~5
"Yeah! Me!"
"You weren't here before!"
"That's because this is a dream, and anything can happen here!"
"Im dreaming?"
"Yup!"
"So you're just my imagination?"
"Um, sorta? I am a real person, but... you have not met me yet..."
"Hey, by chance is this your cat?"
"No... I mean, it could be, but I don't have any memory of owning a black cat..."
"She's purple! Or, maybe she is black?"
"You sure have a hard time making up your mind about things!"
"Heh, well, I just like listening to people's input, so I've been labeled as 'gullible' or a 'sucker'."
"What's your name?"
"Oooh! I know the answer to this one! My name is..."
"What's the matter?"
"I... feel... weird..."
Sweet! Part I~ 3
WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY HEAD
Persephone: "Nothing, um, it's fine...?"
ALRIGHT I'VE GOT WORK TO DO, LADY AND IF YOU WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE I'LL HAVE TO CONTINUE TO TYPE IN CAPS LIKE A JERK AND MY AUDIENCE WILL HAVE TO SUFFER LONG MISS-SPELLED MESSAGES AND JPEG IMAGES LIKE THIS ONE THROUGH OUT THE REST OF THE ENTIRE STORY SO GET IN THE WALL BOX AND SHUT UP, PLEASE.
Persephone: "Fine, get to work then. I'll just wait here with Rosalyn and rot away until we're forgotten."
THANK YOU *ahem* I mean, thank you.
Now, Wendy. She's asleep. She's dreaming.
Persephone: "Could you please be a little more blunt with your summing up, your big sentences are scaring me."
Oh, for the love of mike.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Sweet! Part I~ 2
No! Get back in there! We're not ready for you guys yet!
Persephone: "Stop! You're hurting my face!"
I have not even designed you completely yet! Get back in there!
Persephone: "Do me a favor, when you finish with my design, make sure you don't give me one of those butt-ugly flannel shirts you always wear!"
OH YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE. FLANNEL SHIRTS ARE THE BOMB.
I MIGHT JUST GIVE YOU ONE OUT OF SPITE!
Persephone: "You wouldn't DARE!"
Shut up, I'm trying to tell a story! In fact, I might already have been to the part where I introduce you and your sister if you had not reared you ugly head!
Persephone: "Ugly head? Look who's talking!"
Sweet! Part I~ 1
What's this? A page devoted entirely to the biggest development in the story so far? You are confronted by a wall of text and you instantly go:
If you are anything like me, you know that if it takes more than fifteen seconds to read, it's most likely hopeless and you just skim over it. You decide to leave because there is no picture that I myself have illustrated. But, thanks to my fabulous sense of humor, you are driven to carry on. Warning: This may happen many, many, many times in this comic so sit tight. It's going to be okay. Now, again, with my interruptions that are happening more frequently then I had originally speculated, we had been in the middle of a conversation between Wendy and Colton. They talked it out, probably through a giga-gigantic wall of text which I was too lazy to type, so I'll let you have all your cute little head cannons of what went on there. Then, after all was said and done, Wendy decided she was tired and went to bed. Little does she know that tonight, she will have a dream that will most likely change the events of the entire story.
Rosalyn: "Is it my turn to tell the story yet?"
SHHHH they don't even know who you *are* yet...!
Rosalyn: "I don't care, they will learn to love me the best."
Persephone: "Oh please."
**Guysssss** Could you wait for just a few more pages?
Persephone: "Yes, Rosalyn was just getting impatient."
Alright, back in the 4 L8R box, guys.
Persephone: "Can't we stay out just a little longer?"
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Sweet!
"Oooohh, he's juz jewwus, idn't he, Skittles?"
"Wendy I think I am actually about to throw up."
"And I'wl continue to tawk wike a wittle baby to my pumpkin wumpkin~"
"No, Wendy-"
"Juz to bodder him I'wl talk wike dis 'cause I like to pick own hiwm, idn't dat wite, little kitten witten?"
"That thing has been a kitten for four years, you do realize that right?"
"Downt wissen to hiwmmmmm..."
"No seriously, think about how creepy that is."
Sweet!
"Aww... I knew you'd make the right choice!"
"Mrow!"
"Who's a cutie patotie, fuzzy wuzzy kitty?"
"Prrrr!"
"My wittle pumpkin wumpkin~"
"Wendy."
"You are talking to a cat."
"Again."
Sweet!
"Mrew?"
"Don't give me that innocent act, mister! Come here!"
"Reow...."
"I know you like to attack the big scary boy who smells like soda, but it is not nice, and you know it!"
"Meow..."
Sweet!
"Hehe, I thought you might need help!"
"Here, Skittles!"
(Author's note: Dear Lord in heaven, this has to be the single most terrifying picture I've ever done. You may continue.)
Monday, October 21, 2013
Sweet!
Ah, more jpeg images. Don't you just love them? You assume that I am becoming more lazy with my artwork, but I promised you daily updates and there will be, so be it. Anyway, that was a little off topic. Where were we...? Oh yes, candy blood. You might be wondering what Wendy's flavor is by now, and the answer is the terrible expanded image above. Her flavor is blue cake frosting. I'm not quite sure how this panel advances this story, but it's good information anyway.
Sweet!
Okay, I'm just going to pause for a second to explain something to you. If you'll notice in the previous panel, that Colton's blood is a brownish-red color. No, I'm not color blind. But the thing about the people in this world is that when they say, "My flavor is *such and such*" They are talking about their blood. Their blood is literally made of that substance, and it tastes like it, too. A common politeness (you know, before the accident) in the land was to say, "What's your name and flavor?" and the person you asked would say, (i.e) "Hi! My name is Betty and my flavor is Fruit Gushers!"
Yeah, that reference just happened. But seriously, their flavor can be anything as long as it's a sweet thing. Like that one type of fruit gusher that tastes like a liquified armpit? Yeah, you know which one I'm talking about. That could be your flavor. Or Licorice, or cupcakes, or skittles, or starburst, or fanta, or faygo, or swedish fish, or what ever. You get what I'm saying.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Sweet!
"You sure you don't need help, there, Colton? 'Cause he's pretty much OWNING you right now."
"Men can- OUCH- handle their-AIEEE- own problems!"
"Hmm, suit your self, then."
"Haha, very funny. I'M JUST KIDDING, CALL OFF YOUR CAT!"
Sweet!
"I'm back from hammer duty! you... guys...."
"I'm a little busy right now, Wend-ASDFGHJKL"
"Do you need help?"
"No, I got this, I'm cool. Cool guys don't need- AHH GET YOUR CLAWS OUT MY EYES!"
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Sweet!
Oh boy, looks like Colton and Skittles are at it again. This is Colton Brown, Age 15, flavor; Cola. Wendy found him a year ago, living in an abandoned stone structure a few miles away. He's been Wendy's only company since then. And that rainbow squirrel-cat thing is Skittles. He's actually a cat but I didn't do a good job portraying that. They've always had it out for each other, Wendy's figured, and she's always had a hard time leaving those two alone.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Sweet!
Now we're back to where we left off. This is Wendy now-a-days. She's happy-go-lucky even though the world she lives in is a terrible place to be. She's on her way to her hide away, see that door in the mound right there? Yes. That's the place. And the devastating explosion behind her is product of her hitting the ground with her LEGENDARY HAMMER OF AWESOME. Right as I'm typing and you are reading this, the ground over there is rapidly turning from dirt into sweet treats. It's Wendy's daily chore to refresh the candy near her home. Although, it's kinda like going in circles because she is just feeding the bug monster things. But she does it anyway, because she knows she can handle them and she enjoys the scenery when it looks like it used to.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Sweet!
Because Wendy's parents loved her, they sacrificed their own safety for their daughter. They left her in an underground hide away along with a important family heirloom,
A large hammer.
This hammer had magical properties, and so had the ability to produce unlimited amounts of candy, and was able to turn things into candy. This is the part where you instantly stop reading this awful comic because Wendy's weapon sounds so stupid. Despite all odds, you are curious to read more, and so you click the Next Page~>> button.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Sweet!
With the rise in population, came the demand for more candy. One day, there was no food left.
Sweet!
But then, something happened and the insects started reproducing uncontrollably.
(You can even see on this image that took me hours that it went quickly out of hand.)
(sarcastic itallics)
Sweet!
At first, every thing was wonderful! The creature's population was under control, and there was a manageable amount of candy.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Sweet!
Once upon a time, the land was colorful and sweet. In fact, the inhabitants of the land decided that it was too colorful and sweet, and made protests against all of the candy. The president agreed that there was probably too much candy, and so he hired a famous Scientist, Dr. VedRine to come up with a solution. The people were expecting a machine or something, but instead...
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Sweet!
You, as a reader are quite confused of the happenings thus far in this story.
This terrible jpeg image is courtesy of google, since I, as the author have discovered that I can not draw something that resembles an explosion of candy. What is happening? Well, the girl you saw previously goes by the name of Wendy... um... Wendy... I actually don't know her last name or if she even has one. This is the story of Wendy and her allies, and how they brought their world back from a Tim-Burton-Avenged-Seven-fold-place, to the magical fairy-fartopia filled with candy and unicorns. You stare at the screen, unsure of why on earth I, as the magnificent and majestic author of this story, even decided to start this project. It gets better, I swear. So, bear with me.
Sit down chillins, this bard's 'bout to tell you a story.
I SAID SIT.
Thank you.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Sweet! ~>>begin adventure
"This is me. I live in a once-utopian place that has been reduced to ruin. It's been four years since the accident that led to this, but that does not matter now... all that matters to me is to regain the once-so-perfect-place, and to find any survivors. Someday, this world will all be Sweet again."
~~Wendy
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