That lady needs a proper talking to
All right, looks like everything’s up and working! I’ve been sitting on this site redesign too long, and just needed a couple days to get everything remade. And in a strange bit of good (?) timing, my Wacom tablet died a few days ago, which I assumed was the universe’s way of telling me to get off my ass and update the site already. Thankfully Wacom made a speedy repair and delivery back, so I’ve already sketched up the first few panels of the next OOPs page.
And a special shoutout to Xandispin, who first suggested a site update several months ago, then set up this snazzy new WordPress layout for me to customize (which I then sat on until this past week). Thanks man; it took me long enough to get around to it, but without you the site would still be looking like something from the early 2000’s!
Seriously, I was manually creating pages and re-entering every altered link when there was a new page, using a long-defunct version of Dreamweaver 2001. That gets tiring real quick.
Anyway! There’s some new stuff in the Art & Extras section now as well, which you might not have seen if you don’t frequent Deviantart and such.
Ooh, are we going to learn some information that explains Narklet’s role in all this and makes things a little more ambiguous for whose side we should be on?
I think it’s been made adamantly clear that Narklet is not to be trusted.
Grammatically, Narklet should use “are” in panel 5, not “iz”, because as he explicitly points out, he’s referring to a plural number of things. Is the grammar mistake a typo or intentional? Previous appearances made Narklet seem reasonably well-spoken (at least by yinglet standards).
Grammar aside–dang, that was a menacing sentence from Narklet.
I think Narklet is about to learn a few things himself.
Kass should carry a straight razor on her, hidden in a little pocket and quickly accessible for cutting a fool. Fancy white gloves would be a bonus. For example, should she be waylaid by a Brakka or a certain Nark, she could whip it out and, with a flick of her wrist, *m*sc*l*t* him. Or at least threaten him. :p