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- The toughest fights are the ones you don't want to win. Joe isn't scared of anything living, dead, or undead, but in this situation he's terrified he's gonna have to take a final step he doesn't want to take. One Eye & Larry(C) Albert Temple, Joe Violence & Artwork (C) B.J. Johnson
- We're on the home stretch now. After everything's straigtened out and cleaned up, Joe's still got one task left: Picking up the pieces of Larry's shattered confidence. We get to see some of the reasons Joe puts the faith he does in the reformed werewolf. Larry(C) Albert Temple, Joe Violence & Artwork (C) B.J. Johnson
- ...and so it wraps up. I had a lot of fun with this exchange, as it gave me the chance to explore Joe Violence's character and show that he was more than just a ruthless destroyer of monsters. I've got some new Joe V. material in the works, although it's gonna be a long time in coming because of time constraints. (Hard to work on a comic when you've got a full time job.) I hope you enjoyed this as much as Gene and I did. Have a Happy Halloween. Larry(C) Albert Temple, Joe Violence & Artwork (C) B.J. Johnson
- So Gene sends me two more pages and it *really* gets my mind going. He sets up a perfect fight scene, and I can do nothing but roll with it. Joe knows what he's doing most of the time, but things rapidly spin out of control here, as he tries to diffuse the situation and fails. (Note: These couple of pages are kinda intense, so I edited 'em a little. If you can't handle PG rated violence, then please don't click.) One Eye & Larry(C) Albert Temple, Joe Violence & Artwork (C) B.J. Johnson
- Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood in him. Someway he got into the magic bullets that leads straight to the Devil's work, just like marywanna leads to heroin... I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into...(Lyrics by Tom Waits & William Burroughs)
- Officer Stormwolf of the Colonial Rangers, and friendly peacekeeper with a lightning draw. Stormwolf © Chris Zawadski
- ONE STEP BEYOND!! The mighty, mighty cosmic adventurer Spaceroo! Have particle beam, will travel Spaceroo © John Siemer
- Wheeee HAWWW! Screw Up's havin' hisself a blast in the Puff Cactus patch. For those who don't savvy the flora and fauna of the New West, Puff Cactus are a mutant variety that can explode with the force of a hand grenade when you touch 'em, or their floating pods. Get yerself a good sturdy vehicle and you've got the Post-Apocalypse version of Bronco Busting. Better to do it in Early Spring before the cactus develop their poison spore clouds. Screw Up © Abe Groter.
- I hope this image doesn't come off as jingoistic, for that isn't my intent. There is much this nation must do in the future, and I hope and pray we remember what we are doing it for.
- M'Lord Gene of Catlow. This was inspired by an ongoing e-mail conversation about Shakespeare. The skull isn't anybody we know, so don't worry. Gene Catlow © Albert Temple
- Skipjack the Boggart, the light-fingered lord of larceny. The most silent and subtle of his furtive kind, and a master of the unexpected dagger.
- Laika the Cosmodog slips into something more comfortable.
- Time to clean some house, be a man or a mouse, waste those who make it tuff to get around. Put the tape on erase, rearrange your face, We always liked Picasso anyways. (Lyrics by DEVO)
- Well, in that e-mail exchange Gene mentioned, we got around to talking about Portishead (great band, give 'em a listen) and from there to Astin Martin's with smokescreens and missles, then next thing you know... (00-Catlow © Albert Temple)
- Officer Sully joins the Colonial Rangers out of Perseus. Making the spaceways safer for Terrans of any species. Sully © Scotty Arsenault
- A moment of momentary peace in the bayous of the New South, where going fishing is one of the most dangerous undertakings imaginable. Dedicated with respect to the great Walt Kelly. (By the by, if any o' you swamp stompin' swabs wanna write I'm at a new e-mail address, at [email protected])
- Joe's back...
- Scott Ruggel's Tsurukh, during her stint as a bouncer. She can probably get this guy to bounce a couple times after he hits. A tip o' the hat to Mr. Ruggels as a fellow conoissuer of sentient theropods. Tsurukh © Scott Ruggels.
- "Oh the lady don't mind, no no no, the lady don't mind. She just, turns her head, and disappears and, I kinda like that style..." Lyrics © David Byrne & The Talking Heads, A tip o' the hat to Miz Tygger, who is © her own self.
- Here's a twisted little one liner from my evil brain. This image arose from an e-mail conversation with Spaceroo that neither of us had ever seen a Trek episode where they beamed down with anything more than their spiffy little uniforms. Spaceroo © John Siemer
- VIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LAS VEGAS !!!
- Well, looks like the drought's over, and pretty soon there's gonna be a deluge. Congrats and good fortune to Rat, Tugrik, Sully, Dingo and any other rainmakers I'm forgettin'.
- Here we see Astro Wallaby with one of those green Orion kangas he picked up in a seedy spaceport cantina. This is my favorite image out of this bizarre little riff I went on with Spaceroo's meaner cousin. I've been told Astro Wallaby views this kind of thing as flirting. Astro Wallaby and Orion Kanga © John Siemer
- John Siemer's galactic butt-kicker, Astro Wallaby, solves two problems at once with his new toy. He's slowing his descent and clearing out the landing area all at once. Smart fella. Astro Wallaby © John Siemer
- Astro Wallaby, cast in the role of his spiritual cousin and fellow stomper of evil, Joe Violence (Who appears in his own area of my website. Folks who are overly sensitive to extreme violence or blatant, shameless plugs should look elsewhere. How about visiting Spaceroo's spiffy site?) Astro Wallaby © John Siemer
- "Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war..." This one apparently likes to chase cars.
- Thunderation! It's the "Furry Legion of Doom"! The A.A.W.D.! Preparing, no doubt, to conquer an unsupecting world with their sinister great artwork and their nefarious friendliness. A.A.W.D. © the A.A.W.D.
- Egad! It's the Rampaging Space Monkey!
- Whoa, CRIPES! Just another Saturday night down at a little Wiscanadan pub called The Armpit. Things are pretty quiet up in The New North, eh?
- Alas, my poor Zokarians. Almost a year has passed since I've been able to devote any time to my comic "The Maze". Maybe now that I'm on an even keel I can get back to work. (By the by, I just updated the BIGFELLA MACHINE a little.)
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