“There’s a cure?!” asked the girl that kills everything she touches. “Hey shut up we’re perf” replied the girl that makes clouds.
For real though. Storm has stopped an entire tsunami before. “Makes clouds my ass” she can conjure lightning and tornadoes and is revered as a god in her tribe. She literally changes atmospheric pressure and that’s how she flies. So fuck you. Storm is flawless.
I think you missed the part where the GIRL WHO KILLS EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHES wants to NOT KILL EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHES and everyone dismisses her incredible misfortune just because the lady who is the AVATAR OF THE STORM won the fucking SUPERPOWER LOTTERY
“Finally, a cure for my chainsaw hands!” decreed Chainsaw-Hands Joe.
“There is no cure,” said Johnny Five-Dicks. “There’s nothing wrong with us.”
It’s Saint David’s Day! As a proud 1/32nd Welshwoman, I am always delighted to have an excuse to celebrate my fractional Celtic heritage.
Today’s comic is actually my entry to the @graphicshakespeare competition being run in conjunction with this year’s Elsinore Conference. For the competition, artists were asked to adapt and illustrate a scene from Shakespeare, either one of several pre-chosen scenes or one of our own choosing.
Naturally, I opted to adapt the scene that would allow me to draw people getting hit by leeks.
If you want to see some of the other awesome entries to the Graphic Shakespeare Competition, check out these links:
Kimchi and Justice 