There are several characters not included in this comic. Most of them were either featured recently or will be featured soon. I just wanted to touch base with some familiar faces, many who have not been spotted since before the comic went on hiatus!
Archive for ‘Dash’
The Universal Database of the Deceased is, if you didn’t recognize it, a redressed LEGO Star Wars Battle on Scarif (75171) set, with tombstones created entirely (except for one gray helmet) from the Imperial Assault Hovertank (75152) set, also from Rogue One.
I managed to post this story about sunbathing gone wrong during a time I went to the beach myself. Despite freaking myself out about undead attacks, I’m happy to say I encountered nothing worse than seagulls hellbent on eating my pretzel rods.
Red isn’t the first SPACE: The Comic character to appear naked. That would be Masoch.
Hell of a cliffhanger, huh? I truly hate to do this, but it’ll be several weeks until I post the follow-up. I actually don’t like to break up stories like this. It irritates my sense of tidiness. But next up is the 500th comic, and I wanted to do something special. In fact, the 500th comic is not one but five! Hope you enjoy…
Cape May, New Jersey is one of my favorite places in the world, a beach town that is itself an historical landmark, replete with Victorian-era houses. It also has some World War II history. Just outside of town, a strange, rectangular concrete structure occupies the beach. For many years, it was partially submerged in the sea and inaccessible. But beach reclamation has now left it standing openly on the sand like a mysterious Egyptian ruin. In my young mind, it was the entrance to a secret underground lair populated by lizard people or transforming robots. In reality, it was once a gun emplacement bunker from which the U.S. military maintained a wary eye on the sea for any errant German U-Boats. All you’ll actually find inside the concrete walls these days is sand and seagull poop. But I think it still inspired me to write this story, which I didn’t even realize until completing the comic.
I’ll admit that this wasn’t the original fate I had planned for the clones. Initially, I thought I’d write them out by having them go off on a deep space mission, then one day have them inevitably return to cause more problems for the real Galanos and Schwartz. But then a couple things changed my mind. The first was that the Best-Lock ships fall apart if you as much as exhale on them, and photographing them was an immeasurably frustrating experience. There was no way I wanted to shoot another story with those ships (as cool as they looked), let alone try to keep them assembled in storage or go through the frustration of trying to build them again. I suppose my annoyance with the ships came out in what happened to them in the story, which is meant to be a darkly humorous meta moment. The other factor, perhaps more important, was the fact that the clones were intended as a slightly distorted but still recognizable reflection of our heroes, an alternate take on the paths they could take. And the idea of experiencing the death of your clones (perhaps akin to experiencing the death of a twin in the real world?) eerily hits too close to home.
Anyway, that’s the end of “Bootlegs,” the longest story I’ve ever done. Geez, it lasted five months?! I’ll probably try to keep the stories a little shorter in the future, but no promises. I did make an effort to include a lot of characters and locations in this one so it felt a little more varied than other longer stories I’ve told. Next up is a short visit with the Space Police, and then we begin “The Search.”
- This is not an official LEGO comic. This is a tribute. Nor is it related to Best-Lock.
This is the darkest LEGO comic I’ve done, which reinforces that once in awhile I forego punchlines. The thoughts here are coming from a real place, but this story is important and ties into ongoing storylines. It’ll make more sense later.