Man, it sure is a good thing that My People celebrate the Double-Length-Monday Feast of Saint Hankrod, otherwise I’d have been LATE posting this week’s project.
So, anyway, I was going to try and finish the Triangle Beast game this week, but that was not to be. After digging in and re-familiarizing myself with his organs and whatnot, I realized that his ActionScript brains were a bloated tumorous mass of scar tissue and teeth. I’d have to rewrite pretty much all of him to make him do anything beyond his current stilted repertoire.
|Fuck a bunch of that.
If I’m starting from scratch, I may as well pay homage to my favorite Webding: Good ol’ 0x6D, “Guy in a suit who was too busy hopping up and down to notice the sneaky Webdings Photographer.”
So that is what I did.
At this point in the narrative, his life consists of prowling the deserted street of his beloved 0x43 City, readying himself for battles he knows may never come.