page 1382 – Only Tell Stories About When OTHERS Were At Fault
Ya know, it’s interesting that I did a whole SERIES of incentives about Mariska & Ichabod’s childhood adventures as Nitpicker apprentices, but I’m pretty sure this is the first time we’ve actually seen their mentors outside of a Christmas page. AND SPEAKING OF WHICH!!!!! Just in case you didn’t notice the CONSTANT stream of extra links added to last week’s page, I went on kind of a manic spree of finally adding more stuff to The Voting Incentive & Patreon Gallery again over the weekend! I tell ya, it’s a bit staggering to look back at just the sheer volume of CONTENT I used to spew out at The Internet back in the day. No wonder I kept getting burned out so bad. On that awkward note, stay tuned for a NEW Voting Incentive on Friday!
EDIT: Okay! New TWC Voting Incentive is up!
EDIT EDIT: And speaking of Incentives, I DID IT AGAIN! There’s several more sets of old Voting Incentives back up in The Gallery for your binging pleasure! Also, speaking of binging, I somehow only just now got around to rooting through the comment section on that end of the site and actually replying to things. I have NO excuse for why I never got around to actually taking part in so much conversation, but if you posted something on something in previous months, go see if you finally got the response you deserved! Sorry!
Typo alert, panel 1: “find our that” should be “find out what”.
And you know what the worst part is? I already had to swap out the image once due to an entirely DIFFERENT typo. I tell ya, it’s a special kind of frustrating when spellcheck catches where my butterfingers slip up on something, but it changes it to a word that’s totally different from what I meant.
Those things behind them aren’t artefacts from the Museum of Messing in God’s Domain. Or, at least, they weren’t supposed to be. They got them in the Gift Shop, and once they realised they actually worked the kids decided to play around with them. It’s not THEIR fault that the museum staff mixed up the toy-replica’s of the Bucket of Ectoplasm and Resuscitation Wand (which, when applied to a normal, living, person basically works akin to a defibrillator without the health risks, but on ensouled non-living entities, it animates them into becoming living mockeries of life for a few hours).
Amusingly, I’m going to head-cannon that the Bucket of Ectoplasm being “lost” isn’t a long-term issue, as the machine that produces it as a by-product is more dangerous deactivated than active, and leaks about a bucket’s worth every day. The buckets in the Gift Shop are sold both to get rid of the remnants from the day before (they mix the remnant ectoplasm of the previous day in with a confluence of sand, silly-putty and children’s slime-toy in order to ensure it looks right for at least an hour after it leaves their gift shop).
The wand, on the other hand? It is accidentally lost almost every third month, simply because it looks so MUCH like it’s replica’s because of it’s simplistic make. While not inherently dangerous, the wand IS potentially problematic, so they need to go searching for it regularly. It is found in the hospital with people waking up the coma patients surprisingly often. Nobody knows why, because part of the reason the wand isn’t just left alone is because they take it to the hospital to wake patients up for free every few months. Not as a public service, but to stop people from breaking in to steal the wand, only for the wand to keep on disappearing and doing the same thing anyway.
Dude, you know what’s funny? I literally had the line be “from the gift shop” in the original draft of this comic! I only changed it to streamline the structure of the sentence!
(Note to self: THEY’RE CRACKING THE CODE. THEY KNOW TOO MUCH)
There’s a code? Isn’t the standard equation just “Museum + Didn’t Steal = Gift Shop Trouble”? Trouble in this context being a variety of things from “Mixed up the originals with the imitations” or “Cursed Gift Shop”, though the latter doesn’t work overly well with the theme of the Museum.
I was saying that more in the lines of ya’ll getting too good at figuring out what I was thinking even about stuff that doesn’t make it into the finished comic. 🙂