One of the things that's been eating up my energy is trying to rebuild the world and characters from my old aborted webcomic. It's changed so much.

On the left, The Kid (Spidermonkey) and Shace, Cat alien werewolves, play black. Scott and Andy, the human werewolves, are an odd couple to play team leader with a pile of history together but completely opposite energies. "Someone will die.' "Of fun."

It seems the main characters - the Detroit wastoid college losers that they recruited as grunts for their little alien werewolf army unit - have taught him Michigan's national game. The Euchre of dice. (In Farkle, you keep "good" combos and the remaining dice, praying for ones or fives or runs - and if you roll other numbers, you're out. So it's a 33% chance any given time you won't Farkle. The real genius is that you can rack up gigantic points, and pass your hand to your neighbor, who can choose to risk it all and win and take all your points - it's like explosions, very fun in large groups. Lonely bastard to play by himself. Βut he's not a chess guy. Too much energy, too much forward planning, too cerebral. He plays by ear.)

(Andy's chess game is real, her part was played by Spassky once. The chess set, I designed it but never built it.)

[His use of the common language inherits a lot of Navajo phrases, like the grammatically mangled "Honey, look at this!" Wheras hers is Litvak; I'm fairly certain שווײַג is Yiddish for "shut your pie hole." "Shvayg." The real reason they're not the main characters is research volume.]

(I've been drawing inktobers, I just have to leave the house and scan them! Just to know I'm not dead. This was drawn to practice using a nib pen again before inktober started. I've gotten too used to brushes, my technique was WAY off.)