Templar: back from Boston, back on track.

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New page, and the scene changes! About time, huh? For the record, this is the last scene of this chapter we're currently on. Not to say it's short or nuthin', but we're definitely winding down.

This update's vote sketches are the pencils for some of the ink commissions that were ordered during the Pre-Order Project. If you're among the roughly twenty or so people who bought yourself a commission, you might recognize yours. Exciting. I got about half of the pencils done in Boston, too, so there should be more of 'em soon.

Today, I'm gonna hit the post office to mail out summore book orders and my Diamond submissions package, and hopefully finally open that damned business account I've been entitled to for the past month or so down at the bank.

When you register a business, you start getting a whole new class of junk mail and telemarketing calls. Seriously. I thought I was on some kinda no-call list. I hate the phone as it is, the last thing I wanna deal with at eight o'clock in the morning is someone trying to sell me a sprinkler system for an office I don't have.

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Ben's finally dipping his toes into Gonzo Journalism, huh?

Can't a day go by in that town without Ben being forced into awkward social circumstances or uncomfortable chemicals?

(I suspect yes, but those bits are boring and not worth putting into the comic.)

Really don't mind if Ben loses a few billion neurons, just so long as he's gotten rid of The Paint.

"At the bottom of a swimming pool" sounds quite pleasant, actually. Is that a Stranger In A Strange Land Reference?

Haha, looks like the first of the vote sketches is for my commission. Unless someone else asked for Hellboy and Nightcrawler. Yaaayyyyyy.

I love how terrified ben looks, but like he's being terrified in slow motion (and that's what's terrifying him). Mm.

The second sketch looks familiar!

A similar thing happened to me when I got my domain/webhosting set up. I kept getting mail addressed to me as the owner of the company "Mwerpcom". Like, credit cards and junk. The truly funny thing was that I've had this domain since I was 17. I couldn't get credit under my own name, but somehow, companies were going nuts over offering credit to my nonexistent business. It was kind of sad after I turned 18, really, and getting rejected for credit time and time again.

Man, how the heck do I vote? I want to see all the cool sketches, but I can't seem to find a button or anything. Am I stupid or something?

Alright, I'm a moron. They're at the top of the page with a little sub-title and everything. But I've been reading this since the first few pages, and I'd swear I checked every friggin' inch of the site. Hunh.

Scip's reaction was pretty much exactly what I was thinking. It's clearly the worst of the bunch.

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