After finishing my drawing of A Man Of Adventure taking a leap of faith, I couldn't help but to think about the moments that would come next.
The Yeti King returned to his icy throne with a fiery rage burning so fiercely in his gut it threatened to melt his whole kingdom. His daughter, the princess, would- for a time- pine for the daring mercenary who'd made haste with her maidenhead. Her cuckolded inamorato would promptly set out on a mission of vengeance.
And as for our polydactylous protagonist: he caught the rope, surely, and sailed safely away to see another adventure another day. A shot of whiskey for his tender heart, a generous slathering of Udder Balm for his tender hands, and another thrilling tale for the tender storyteller.
A note from the Illustrator-In-Chief:
Just like ol' Four Thumbs, I've been nursing myself back to health for the past week. I, too, have been dealing with a matter of vengeance. Though my antagonist wasn't a scorned sasquatch, but rather none other than the ghost of Montezuma his-own-self. For my Gringoistic hubris (eating street food and washing it down with tropical fruit juices), the deposed Aztec king stalked me down in the night and plunged his rusty, vengeful scabbard straight through my guts. I've spent most of the past week either laying in bed moaning, or seeing how fast I can run with my knees clenched together.
This was never meant to be a blog about diarrhea, but sometimes in life you've gotta play the cards you're dealt.
Anyways, now I'm back in the saddle and I've got some good content locked and loaded. Squarespace is being a real pain in the ass about my RSS feed, so if you've subscribed and still aren't seeing blogs delivered to your inbox, I apologize and thank you for your patience. I'm chewing them out over it daily and hopefully they'll be able to fix it promptly.