Aaaannnnd… scene! In movies this would be called the Martini Shot. So I guess in webcomics this is the “Martini Page.” And I’m fairly certain Max-The-Artist is having one. Seventy pages of high-octane crashing helicopters and burning down City Hall, chilled with […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Against the striking backdrop of a Santa Susana sunset, our hero approaches the point of his posthumous promise. (At least I hope he does. Max-the-Artist has been swamped with Real Work lately, and has Easter obligations on top of that, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
First off, if you are reader of Not A Villain and came over here to see who we are, welcome! It’s a pleasure, and we hope you decide to stick around! Kind of the nice thing about webcomics; it’s not really […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Marissa shows how she can be all stealthy and stuff. Naturally, after a deadly disaster like the one portrayed on the previous pages, there’s going to be an investigation, even though the radio transmissions would have made it pretty clear […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Our hero is a mess. For that matter, so is the Strike Gate, after backporting all the soot, CO2, water vapor, uncombined gas molecules and other explosion residue. Some serious repair work called for in both cases. And apparently the job’s […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ever the spirit of helpfulness, Sophie takes advantage of Letoa’s momentary disconcertion to move Max’s hands into “extract” position. Thus the signal is finally sent to Strike Gate HQ, where I like to think that a furious argument was already being waged over […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It’s a supernatural showdown between the determined detective with the Spirit Guardian and our hapless hero’s Defending Angel! This is one of those “frozen moment” scenes like in the Matrix or the show Constantine (when the angel Manny shows up.) Time has stopped for […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Detective Letoa arrives in a suitably bad-ass fashion! I think it’s safe to say that the commandeered motorcycle isn’t going to be returned intact. For that matter, neither is our hero. Oh, and let me be the first to confess […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Women and children first! Except that one of the women is a reporter who may be terrified but still refuses to leave the story of a lifetime. I like to think that she and Holbeck are having a furious squabble up […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I think we’ve all had days like this. You know how it is. You’ve just blown yourself through the wall of a building, your hair’s on fire, your ankle’s busted, you’ve possibly cracked your pelvis and collarbone, and you can’t even lift […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
If anyone actually does this, he'll blog about it and post pix.
