Philip is on a rather famous metal festival over the next few days so we asked our VERY good friend to write todays and sundays comic for us. He said yes and from the comic that has come out of that already you might guess who it was that we asked. It was Louis.
He loves himself.
More than I love myself.
I'll be fair here for once in my life and point out that Greg is probably far creepier than Philip will ever be because while Philip is socially awkward Greg also has a skull as his head with no flesh or blood on it.That's weird to most peeople y'know?
P.S.:I could've most assuredly mentioned Philip and his problems and plans over the next week here but fuck that, this is my personal diary alright?
He has actually tried building a lovelaser once with a bunch of magnifying glasses and the sun on his disposal...needless to say, the ants did not instantly fall in love with him at all. Also the people that lived in the house he accidentely burned down didn't love him either...nor their insurance.
I most probably mentioned this before but I just HATE putting myself in the foreground in the comic because it makes me feel like an arrogant bastard. Not that me being an arrogant bastard is wrong I just don't want to show it to everyone and I don't think I'm the funniest in-comic character so I put Philip in the focus most of the time because he's not the hero that you deserve but the hero that you need right now. Getting so much attention in the comic while not being the focus is a neat little change of pace though and I think it works rather well as a storytelling element but you probably aren't even reading this because Philip drew a female character that will have more screentime than just getting attacked by burly hairy men or small dwarfish Philip.
I have lost all sense of time and space in this place inbetween, well, time and space and I very much fear for my sanity or how much of it I ever had. I am fairly certain that yesterday was Tuesday which makes today the rest of the end of my life. Maybe it makes today into a wednesday too I'm not entirely sure on the semantics here for I am just floating in this sort of inbetween where I do get to actually see humans but I don't seem to care for seeing them after I've seen them, you ever do that thing where you come back from someones place all alone and done for the day and you just sit down and look around the room and you think: nothing has happened the past four hours that I could recall right now. I suppose the fact of the matter is that we have lost our heroes that would make us remember time and instead we measure in quantities of tragedy. When was the last time you saved the world? Well I don't know but I remember what I did when that place with the thing was hit by...okay so maybe I don't even remember tragedies these days and maybe that's my own personal problem but you decided to read this and I decided to write this so one of us has to change his decision here and maybe that's gonna be me right in the middle of
Everyone who doesn't know him in real life might be shocked by this but Philip is not, infact, a dwarf but a decently sized human being. Yes I know that came as a giant surprise to everyone but I think it's a part of our culture and our art form that people have to suspend their disbelief and if I tell you all that Philip is a dwarf then that is damn well true alright?!