Or up-the-giant-drill-access-panel moment
“up-the-giant-drill” just sounds wrong on so many levels 😉
Why do I have visions of the drillers of the “Matrix” machines?
So, what you’re saying is that when the gang reaches the center of the earth they will arrive at the post-nuclear-holocaust city of Zion? I think I just died a little.
… I am actually scared that that thing would start up before she got inside.
Gee, I hope I don’t kill off Charlie in chapter one. That would suck.
I dunno, killing off the only Protagonist would somehow be giving the rest of these characters exactly what they deserve…
But Charlie is too awesome to be overcome by something as mundane as a giant steam-powered driller machine.
Don’t give up on the rest of the characters. If characters are entirely defined by who they are at the beginning of a story, what’s the point of reading to end?
That doesn’t seem like the best place for an inward opening hatch.
I know. And it gets worse. The whole driller is an engineering disaster.
P.S. Welcome chegitz guevara! Thanks for joining the discussion 🙂
A trapdoor on the drill: for when you really need some dirt in your machine…
Wait. Dirt in the machine? Great idea! I’ll get right on that!
I’m just surprised she’s still wearing a hat, and shoes for that matter. XD
In The Prologue she was able to defy her mother, but what’s her motivation for taking them off now?
Aha, I see you understand children and their motivations. 😉
Wait; you mean you need a reason? ….. Huh.
Truthfully, I’m the one who needs the reason, because I’m the one who has to draw the scene.
Not if you’ve ever watched the movie ‘Rubber’… >_>
Your ‘Rubber’ reference got me wondering whether I should inject Post-Deconstructionist French Satire into this webcomic. But I’m waaaaaay ahead of that sort of thing (and quickly falling behind). Unearth is an Anachronistic, Post-Modern, Post-Retro, Post-Feminist, Post-Genre, Post-Medium, Post-Social-Commentary masquerading as a house pet. It is soooo Deconstructionist that it’s virtually Deconstruction-proof…
Or is it?
…. Somehow, now I want pop-tarts.
I’m eating a Pop-Tart while typing this.
And now I don’t like you.
This totally reminds me of how my friends and I were as kids. We would find an access panel or door to any hidden place and be in there in an instant. I still remember the whipping I got from my dad for getting caught in the attic at church at about Charlie’s age. You see some silly person had placed the access panel in the men’s room ceiling. If only I hadn’t been climbing back down just as one of the church elders was coming into the restroom…
(it figures, my friends had seen him coming, and instead of warning me, they just ditched me and ran)
Somewhere in the middle of your story I was expecting you to end up bug-eyed in the middle of the Ladies Room. My mind jumped to that image way too quickly.
…which means one of our characters will somehow wind up in the bathroom of the opposite gender, except with our Esteemed Author’s twist of wit, it’ll be a restroom ful of lizard-people……..
Haha, that would be a much better story!
Yeah, I hope it comes true… as much as I may seem like I crack on this webcomic, it is definitely in my personal top five. I visit it every weekday. Mondays for the new content, and the rest of the week for the comments.
Haha, likewise! 🙂
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