page 401 – Now that you mention it
Great googly moogly, this was WAY too much fun to do. Avatar continues to be a bountiful source of entertaining faces (it must be ‘cos Layla’s trying so hard to be calm right now. I gotta get my extreme emotions out SOMEHOW) We’ve had lots and lots of aggravation, but that look of straight-up surprise just cracks me up. Heck, this whole comic absolutely cracks me up. I haven’t laughed out loud at a comic in a very long time, but this one did the trick. The timing is just perfect, if I do say so myself.
And better yet, there’s no blue! I gotta confess, I got really, really, REALLY sick of the color Blue over here. And I use to think it was a perfectly cromulent color…
Of course, new voting incentive for all of you who vote for Far Out There on TWC!
(Historical Notes: Far Out There has fallen into a very blue-heavy palette several times over the years, and I always end up regretting it. Red has always been my favorite color, so you’d think THAT would be the dominant one, yet we somehow keep getting stuck in long stretches of blue, pink, and purple, and I ALWAYS end up getting sick of it!)
Did the scientists forget to include TVTropes (or some equivalent thereof) in her initial knowledge package? I’m not sure how else she could be this genre-blind. Even if she can’t be hurt physically, she can presumably be hurt emotionally, and then there’s knockback, entanglement, being sent into a pocket universe, and possibly other things I haven’t thought of yet.
I have a feeling the mad scientists had some really uppity, Wikipedia-esque restrictions about what counted as “real” knowledge and didn’t bother with a lot of finer points of creative/artistic subjects. Like, she’d know all the raw data of when a book was published and how much it was sold and even what it’s about, but no real grasp of whether or not it’s any good. Sort of like that later comic where Avatar knows all the rules to all the board games they have on the ship, but she’s never actually played any of them.
Also, I like the mental image of a bunch of mad scientists getting into pedantic Troper arguments over what, if any, genre-savvy knowledge was worth preserving past the destruction of the universe.