Yes, behold Friday's strip delivered at the very stroke of midnight Friday...or would that still be Thursday?
Whatever. As far as I am concerned, it's still lunch if it's the second meal you eat no matter what time of day that meal gets eaten.
So here it is the beginning of the end of the Tac-To-Bot storyline. I have to say, I've enjoyed this little arc even if it has seemed a tad trite at times. I like the idea of robots building robots to defend their masters only to have THOSE robots turn on their masters and eventually...them. I also liked the idea that building a new race of robots was pretty much the only solution to any given problem that these machines could imagine. I also enjoyed the carnivore teething on Vexxarr as a running gag. I'm a sucker for a good running gag...if such a thing even exists. I Dunno, it doesn't take much to amuse me.
I'd like to give a belated thanks to Doc and the mammals over at The White Board a superlative in the annals of paintball humor. He was kind enough to link me and give me an honest and friendly review. I can say that no one in my limited experience draws a polar bear as well as Doc. Few men have tried. Catch his comic if you can. Be sure to read the making of page.
