The Un-Cola

The punchline for the sleeping bag bit was too precise to pass up. Just one last brutal insult. The bubble pipe coming out of the space helmet was also a nice touch. That and openly addressing how I was too lazy to edit blood off Zelda’s helmet. Worth it for a turn of events for the fictional versions of ourselves that skews slightly awkward when looking back. In reality, Z and I are like found siblings. But in the end, a person’s Flatliner counterpart is no more “actually” them than their TTRPG character would be them.

Things are tracking to work JUST AS I PREDICTED for the timing of when these strips will be complete, which is in the grand scheme of Flatliner about as useful as Flatliner is in the grand scheme of the universe. That is to say, extremely important.

Space wraps up next week, and then we’re on to the home stretch. Soon I’ll have to start coming up with new content for this site. Something a little heftier than an Animal Crossing Parody Instagram account, anyway.

It’s a recurring problem.
Such a flex of disrespect
Continuity-wise this could probably have been about six strips back.

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