Because my handwriting is both distinctive and crappy, I had Andrew do Mell’s writing in the first panel. As it turned out, his handwriting is about as bad as mine, so it wasn’t much of an improvement. In later installments, I used a font. And no, I don’t know how Helen is able to hear Mell’s diary voiceover.
Victorian Madblood has a thing for the slow burn.
That’s “O2 recycling” in the second panel, not “Oz recycling.” Whatever that would be. My lettering really is pretty awful.
I drew this chapter at the very last minute, so there’s some especially crappy art and lettering in here. The lower two tiers of this page were inked by Andrew, a brilliant time-saving measure that unfortunately makes them look completely different from the rest of the comic. That’s why the Hapax Legomenon, in his first appearance, looks nothing like he does in any subsequent appearance. As it turns out, there are only so many Narbonic-related tasks I can reasonably force Andrew to do for me.
I just wanted to stick Dave’s ass in a porthole. Is that so wrong?
This is pretty close to the final design of the Hapax Legomenon, although I got rid of the disturbingly full and luscious lips. I like that his tongue has one of those worm-like protrusions that snapping turtles have to lure fish into their jaws.
At this point, I had already decided that all the Madblood-related storylines in Narbonic would have Indiana Jones/Harry Potter-style “Professor Madblood and the _______” titles (although I never got to use my favorite, “Professor Madblood and the Pompatus of Love”). The Victorian chapter title follows the same formula.