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How interesting.  I just drew myself drawing my best friend killing himself.  Am I, a psychopath?  Are these things I am putting into this comic, coherent, crazy, comprehensible, considered evidence for a hypothetical court case catapulting me into carseration?  I have no idea the quality of the comic that I have made.  I have no idea what the average person would think during a reading of this comic.  I have no idea what you think about it anymore.  I have no idea, what I think of it anymore.

I of course, love it with every fiber of my body.  The good, the bad, and the terrible.  Through the roughs and the diamonds therein.  But I go to bed dreaming of what could be with this comic.  I tire myself on thoughts of Beta-Beta cucking, which I wish so badly I could just put into the comic so I could be done with the nights thinking about it.  But the things I thought for long about, long ago, that have come to fruition, don't satisfy my desire to create.  Yes, it was great to do finally do the Syb lab stuff, which I had been planning for a while up till that point.  But the thing that made the lab so special was that a lot of the stuff I came up for it was made within a few hours of me posting it, and overall, it was kind of improvised.  Improvised with an incomprehensible plan.

How interesting.  I like making this comic, but not the massive forethought that goes into it.  I have no idea what do about that.  I like the 7 pages a day montra that has been going on since the beginning of august, with little deviations apart from sick days, holidays, and those weeks I did Problem Solver.  I don't feel burnout, whatsoever.  If I could, I would continue to speed up as fast as I could, until I'm doing 50 a day, and get to that glowing 8130 in no time.  But I don't really want to put in all that work to do 50 pages a day.  There was only one day when Andrew even surpassed 50 pages in one day, and it was at the height of Homestuck's popularity.

That's the other thing.  I always want to compare my comic to homestuck.  I go into homestuck and plug in the current page number of my comic just to see what's going on around that time in homestuck.  But that's just a mute point, because my comic isn't homestuck.  I'm not Andrew Hussie, Meowrage isn't John, Syb isn't Rose, Mew Mew isn't Dave, and Suki isn't Jade.  Comparing the cast of kids of the two comics is a fools errand because the characters are so different.

So, Meowrage is John.  I can see that argument, both are the first character that you meet, and they both like bad movies, and a couple more things are similar.  But then you get to character no 2, and you have an impasse.  Is Syb Rose?  Is he Dave?  He's definitely someone to read too much into something, but he also has Sweet Pipis and Hella Sans, and his sister is his guardian/torturer.  Mew Mew isn't really anyone except maybe Jade, because both of them are really nice and play bass.  But then, that leaves somebody for Suki, but there's nobody that compares to Suki in the level of psychological torment she ensues.  Maybe Dirk, though I haven't read any of his pages yet (I should probably do that some time).  

At this point, I want to still continue this comic, although I am super willing to have any suggestions for characters or tweaks to the narration or something.  For now, I'll leave the mortality of yourself ambigiously cannon and get back to the kissing nonsense.

>There, on Prospit...