As the sounds of Madonna’s Vogue drifted out from inside Sullen Manor,
Edwood shifted his position to strike another sculpture-like pose.
This allowed him to see the potato still grasped in Bela’s
aluminum-foil-jacket-like grip.
“What is that?” he asked in a voice which audibly sparkled in the dim light.
“Oh, just a tuber that Jakob carved to try to look like me.”
“So it’s a YouTuber?”
Even Edwood’s horrible puns seemed to Bela to sparkle.
Note from PAD: David Oakes currently holds the land speed record for Potato Moon, turning in his contribution less than four hours after getting the call.
Lost.
Lost.
Lost.
Emotionally crushed by Edwood’s indifference, Jakob was thrown under the bus
of time and into the memory of his experiences on the island. When he was
completely isolated. Totally and utterly alone. With no one around to
understand his absolutely unique and inconsolable solitude.
Well, except for the village. But he had good reasons to never talk to
them. In fact he was sure there was as many as six.
Originally published May 15, 1992
And now, due to absolutely no demand at all, we present another installment of:
USELESS STORIES
A couple of years ago, as a tie-in with DC’s “Invasion” storyline, artist James Fry and I produced one of the single silliest comics it’s ever been our joy to put out: The Blasters. The utter antithesis of every serious space-saga ever produced, “Blasters” featured the adventures of humans who had, as a result of alien experiments, developed super-powers. Originally developed by James and Robert Loren Fleming, I was brought in and told that DC wanted to go in “a different direction” with them.
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