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6 thoughts on “541 – Graverobbers

  1. “Oh, *that* kind of grave robbing? Lead on, Chuck!” 😈

  2. Dr. Norman (not a real doctor)

    What? I say “What”?

  3. Heh, this is going to be fun. Tradition says you need to drink at least one bottle of MD 20/20 before going to the graveyard.

  4. At first I was thinking of something like a potato battery … nope!

  5. If you take a dead “D” cell battery, take out the carbon rod from the center, cut a strip of galvanized sheet metal about an inch (2.7 centimeters), take a small jar for canning, suspend the rod in the center and the strip on the side, pour in drain cleaner, you’ll get 1.2 to 1.4 volts DC. 10 of those connected to an inverter will give you 120 VAC at 0.5 amps. Do NOT keep them in the same area you live in however, the fumes will burn your lungs. Just something I learned in chem class in high school. You’d have to top-up the jars every few days, however. Any type of acid will work, even salt water. I think the teacher was a survivalist…

  6. Scheffler, Hovland and Conners Share the Lead at P.G.A. Championship
    Jordan Spieth, who needs a victory at Oak Hill to complete the career Grand Slam, and Justin Thomas, who won last year’s tournament, just made the cut at five over.

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541 – Graverobbers

WonderCon 2025 is coming soon, so the next comic is planned for April 9th.

In the meantime, relevant previousness for this week's page:

https://www.zombieranchcomic.com/comic/223-surrounded-by-film-end-of-episode-9/

 

https://www.zombieranchcomic.com/comic/483-solar-systems/

Getting confrontational

On the comments for last week’s comic, an interesting point was brought up. Can’t all this potential violence be solved by just handing Zeke (or technically, the zombie-formerly-known-as-Zeke) over? Possibly. Seems like it could work. Will it be tried? That’s for me to know, and you to find out. Right now, it seems like Suzie and Muriel are hell bent on sizing each other up, and that’s not leaving much room for logic. But hey, that speaks to me. Most of the confrontations I’ve gotten into in my life are not really a matter of destiny, so much as an interaction that spirals out of control, often without any warning. One or both of you has had a bad day, and suddenly your hearts are thudding away and you’re screaming horrible things, with the blood buzzing in your ears drowning out all sense except your need for Fight or Flight. Of course there’s certainly something to be said for the epic clash of legendary figures, foretold in prophecy to decide whether the land will survive, or fall to everlasting darkness. But I think movies like Unforgiven or various Coen brothers offerings show an equally compelling vision of the kind of conflict we’re more familiar with… the ones that spring not from starkly defined avatars of good and evil, but from unfortunate coincidences, bad timing, and tempers in the heat of the moment. Regardless of which type you’re going for, writing a believable confrontation shares a common element, whether it’s a staredown between cosmic beings deciding the fate of the multiverse, or two middle-aged moms spying the last available Christmas toy their child had their hearts set on. I heard it expressed best by Bob Goodwin, who sat next to me on the “Violence in Storytelling” panel at CombatCon last year, and while I can’t supply an exact quote, this is basically what he said: When you have a confrontation going on between characters, imagine they’re in a room, and behind each is a door. If they turn around and leave through that door, they’re free. The confrontation is over. Why don’t they use that door? Greed? Revenge? Pride? Honor? Protecting others? Or even, as noted above, the simple fight or flight decision of a tense moment unraveling beyond reason, causing a fist to be thrown instead of unclenched? If, as a writer, you don’t have an answer as to why the characters in your staredown don’t just leave/give ground, then any subsequent conflict may ring a little hollow. In subsequent weeks, I suppose we’ll be finding out how well I can practice what I preach. For now, though, as I write this it’s Valentine’s Day in the States, and I promised I’d put my meager cooking skills to the test tonight in whipping up a meal for Dawn and myself. See you next time!