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When the firefighters finally got into the apartment above ours, there was a single faucet just endlessly spewing hot water. We asked what the problem was, and their answer was basically “Somebody left the water on.” Now you must remember that nearly three hours had passed since we first noticed the dripping on the ceiling, so the apartment had been flooding at least that long. In reality though, for it to start seeping through the walls and into our apartment, the place upstairs would have to have already hit the brink. The idea that all the damage had been caused by the fact that someone could have been so careless as to forget to twist the nob on the faucet before heading out the door for several hours was totally and completely outrageous to us. Jonathan, more than anyone else, has particularly upset. He had spent more time than anyone else just trying to keep our apartment from losing anything more to the filthy waters.
After more investigation, the firefighters found that there actually was a problem with the pipes, and that the faucet could not be shut off. After receiving this diagnosis we chilled out a little and were even prepared to forgive the people upstairs. We never did actually meet the girls who live upstairs. To this day I have never seen them. I am glad we didn’t come across them during that time frame where we though they’d just been too lazy to shut off their sink though, or this might have actually happened.
In the end, our apartment suffered some horrible damages that it still hasn’t fully recovered from, but it was nowhere near as bad as the comic makes it out to be. We are still capable of living here. The girls upstairs though, their stuff was wrecked. most of their possessions took water damage and maintenance is still replacing stuff. We knew then that all these things were in their immediate future too. We didn’t envy them. I still remember that, when it was all said and done, after spending several more hours cleaning water out of the apartment and then bathing to get the sludge that came with it off of ourselves, we didn’t know what to do. We didn’t know if we would be penalized somehow for what had happened or if we’d have to pay for the damages. We weren’t sure what all had been destroyed. We were exhausted. And in that moment, at nearly 2:00 a.m., Jonathan proposed that we just say “To hell with it” and go eat pancakes at Kirby Lane.
They were some of the best pancakes I ever had.
On another note, this is (I think) the last comic for the Daily Texan this semester. It’s also the 50th comic of mine they’ve run so that’s oddly appropriate. I intend to keep drawing comics of some sort during the summer, but whether it will be a tWC thing or something else…I’m not sure yet. I’ll keep you posted though.
We never did get that wet carpet smell out of here.
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This is the story of how we all drowned.
Not really. It is a true story though, albeit slightly exaggerated. One night, we noticed an unusual dripping sound coming from what we presumed to be the ceiling. After looking high and low for the source, we figured it was nothing to worry about and went about our business. About twenty minutes later Jonathan noticed something like a larger water mark on the ceiling, but none of were sure if it had always been that bad. We assumed it had always been there.
After another twenty minutes or so, Cesar and Solomon discovered that our kitchen was under about 3 inches of water, and it was rising fast. At first we assumed a pipe had broken in the sink, so we checked it out. After some hasty inspection it turned out that the water was actually seeping in from the walls and coming down through the ceiling. Unsure of what to do and with water beginning to come in from different rooms faster than we could fight it, Solomon and Cesar went to find out what was going on upstairs while Jonathan and I stayed behind to push water out the door.
What I remember most clearly is that the water was still rising despite the fact that it was flowing out the open door. Over the course of two hours or so, the flow never let up. I think, if left unchecked, the kitchen would have been under nearly a foot of water, not to mention the rest of the apartment. It was also this murky brown color, which at first we feared might be sewage. What with the lack of a tell-tale aroma however, we figured it was just junk from inside the walls.
It took a good three hours for the situation to get resolved. How did it all turn out? Well, stay tuned.
Well, readers…there is sort of a long lost comic out there. I finished comic 36 at the Daily Texan office rather than my home computer, and there it remains. Hence the lack of tWC on Wednesday. I should email it to myself or something. My bad…
As for today’s comic, you might notice the color looks a little different. That is because it is in CMYK, since tomorrow’s comics page is printing in color. It my comic runs, it will be my first ever color comic ACTUALLY IN the Daily Texan. I hope it doesn’t look awful.
Now then, I hope this comic makes sense. I was just thinking about how all the cutesy little things couples do have the potential to end in disaster. Have you ever fallen asleep with your significant other in your arms only to find when you wake an hour later that your arm is not only completely numb to the point of feeling nonexistent, but it is also pinned under him or her? And the only options are to wake that person up or just bear it. This is kind of like that.
Sneezing is what usually happens when something tickles your nose. It’s just a fact. But don’t let me discourage you from loving somebody!
- Cheezfergur
Here’s a bigger version of today’s comic for you, Internet.
…Aaaaand whatever seriousness I had going in the last post gets totally subverted with this comic. XD
I’m glad I finally did this comic, and I think it turned out nicely too. As I said before I have been wanting to introduce this character for really long time. I thought the idea of being saved by a Bro was plausible considering this a college campus and frats are abundant. From there it was only a matter of time before he evolved into a masked avenger. All that was left was choosing a “hero theme” that he could model himself after. I thought of him as standing apart from his bros in the frat but still fundamentally one of them, much like a lone wolf breaking away from the pack. Thus, BroWolf was born.
But who is this mysterious masked man? Does he have actual super powers or is he just some crazy shirtless dude in face paint that beats people up at night? I’m afraid we cannot know from this brief encounter.
I suspect this is not the last time we will see BroWolf, though.
This comic has been a long time coming. I’ve been sitting on this idea since roughly November now, and every time I’ve tried to do it in the past something has gone wrong or I felt I did not have time to do it justice. This was one of those times, but I figured it was now or never. It’s sadly pretty rushed, but I admit overall I am pleased with the end result. This is going to be a two-parter, and if everything goes according to plan then next week’s comic should be about twice the usual size.
As college students living on a college campus in a college town, the places we venture are relatively safe. It is easy to feel invincible because of the protective bubble of the surrounding businesses and residences geared toward us. I feel like 90% of the places you can go in this general area are okay to go into alone. I myself am guilty of walking down dark alleys in the middle of the night without a care in the world.
Let me tell you, I have, not surprisingly, met some questionable people there on occasion. Some were friendly and some, on rare occasions, I had to defend myself from. Getting mugged is a very real threat, but it seems like it never happens around here. It happened to Solomon a couple of months ago at the mall. In broad daylight. And that’s the thing, Internet. It can happen anywhere, anytime. One minute you’re walking to class, the next someone is pulling a knife on you.
The world is a pretty cool place most days, but sometimes…just sometimes…it will catch you off guard. Stay on your toes out there, readers.