Coming up this FRIDAY we’ll be announcing some new things for the site, coinciding with a big milestone… that’s right, we’re closing in on the FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of AmazingSuperPowers!
OMG, OMG, OMG. I wonder what it will be?!? I can’t wait! It also does not feel that long (five years?!?) and I’ve been following this site since before hidden comics. There better be a celebration, every 5 year old deserves a party!
“we’re closing in on the FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of AmazingSuperPowers!”
Survivors Log Day 1778:
Five years? Oh dear lord God Slug, is that how long I’ve been trapped in this site? I can’t believe it, it feels like its been much more. I have been leaving notes and signals of my location, along with a time stamp and coordinates of my hut, but none have come. No rescue is in sight, no sentient being on the horizons. I’ve managed to extend my rations by a few more weeks, as well as any bits I can find from the 404 pages, still desperately seeking my way out of the the maze that is this bizzaro world web-comic. To think it was just five years ago that I arrived here, searching for the fabled ‘comedy’ site supposedly run by two mysterious and enigmatic individuals. I had heard tales of their endeavors and their promised message of peace that would bring about a new world order. So in my youthful hubris, I embarked on what I know now to be have been a doomed journey into the very heart of darkness. The natives were friendly at first, seemingly happy to offer assistance and guidance around the deep html code which ran for miles. However their true nature was revealed one day, when they betrayed my trust in asking about the hidden temple comic. Instead of finding it, their instructions only led me deeper in the dark jungle and right into hostile wild trolls and spambots. Still I manged to survive, but having lost my leg and an eye. a few weeks later I lost my arm as well. Fortunately the carpentry skills I learned from Jesus of Nazareth came in good use, and I fashioned myself a hook and a peg leg, using what remained from my scarf to make an eye patch. In all this time however, I still have yet to find the mythological Wes and Tony, but whispers of their presence and tales of their exploits seem numerous. None the less, I have begun wondering if they are just figments of my imagination. Haunting me for my doubts in the mighty God Slug, which I now know to be the one true God, the GOD of all MAN and ANIMAL ALIKE. The Creator of all there is and will be! I can hear its calling, its stare penetrating every fiber of my being, foretelling things to come!
I watched the God Snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor once. That’s my dream; that’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor…and surviving. I can feel my sanity slowly slipping away….The comedy…The comedy…
How bout a little tonsil tickling?
Mmph, mmph, glumph….
OMG, OMG, OMG. I wonder what it will be?!? I can’t wait! It also does not feel that long (five years?!?) and I’ve been following this site since before hidden comics. There better be a celebration, every 5 year old deserves a party!
ERMAHGERD! FERV YEHRS ERHLD! wait… what? seriously? I must be getting old… ¬_¬
I just hope he didn’t apply any massage oils first.
Really?
That’s what you hope?
at least it’s better than a regular massage with his tongue
MISTER SMOOTH, REPORTING FOR DUTY
i hope he didn’t just get off the bus
Aren’t tongues one big knot?
Also, “tongue” is hard to spell.
The mouse over text almost made me spit coffee on my screen.
Better luck next time!
“I can also do some work on those lymph nodes, if you like.”
On another note: Happy Fifth Anniversary!!! Champagne for everyone!
“we’re closing in on the FIVE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of AmazingSuperPowers!”
Survivors Log Day 1778:
Five years? Oh dear lord God Slug, is that how long I’ve been trapped in this site? I can’t believe it, it feels like its been much more. I have been leaving notes and signals of my location, along with a time stamp and coordinates of my hut, but none have come. No rescue is in sight, no sentient being on the horizons. I’ve managed to extend my rations by a few more weeks, as well as any bits I can find from the 404 pages, still desperately seeking my way out of the the maze that is this bizzaro world web-comic. To think it was just five years ago that I arrived here, searching for the fabled ‘comedy’ site supposedly run by two mysterious and enigmatic individuals. I had heard tales of their endeavors and their promised message of peace that would bring about a new world order. So in my youthful hubris, I embarked on what I know now to be have been a doomed journey into the very heart of darkness. The natives were friendly at first, seemingly happy to offer assistance and guidance around the deep html code which ran for miles. However their true nature was revealed one day, when they betrayed my trust in asking about the hidden temple comic. Instead of finding it, their instructions only led me deeper in the dark jungle and right into hostile wild trolls and spambots. Still I manged to survive, but having lost my leg and an eye. a few weeks later I lost my arm as well. Fortunately the carpentry skills I learned from Jesus of Nazareth came in good use, and I fashioned myself a hook and a peg leg, using what remained from my scarf to make an eye patch. In all this time however, I still have yet to find the mythological Wes and Tony, but whispers of their presence and tales of their exploits seem numerous. None the less, I have begun wondering if they are just figments of my imagination. Haunting me for my doubts in the mighty God Slug, which I now know to be the one true God, the GOD of all MAN and ANIMAL ALIKE. The Creator of all there is and will be! I can hear its calling, its stare penetrating every fiber of my being, foretelling things to come!
I watched the God Snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor once. That’s my dream; that’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor…and surviving. I can feel my sanity slowly slipping away….The comedy…The comedy…
I’m so happy I revisited this comic now. Thank you, Marlow the survivor.
Mmmph mrph. mprrph mmmm mmmph!
This really made me laugh out loud. 🙂
I honostly thought he was asking for head.
She should just be glad they’re not playing tonsil hockey.
smooth