Looking over this one after some time away, I’m a little worried I didn’t quite carry the sense of activity between panels well. Any graphic novel is going to have things happen in the space between panels, that’s just how the medium works, but I don’t quite feel like one panel properly flows from the next, here. That’s something I’m having to work on, through this whole graphic-novel-based-drawing-practice-thing. Luckily, the next several action scenes have given me plenty of practice.
I’m don’t carry much pride in New Eden. I know it’s a flawed work. My visual arts skills aren’t exactly of professional quality, I’m writing in a medium I’m extremely inexperienced in, and as a whole, New Eden is far from the greatest graphic novel ever. But you know what? That doesn’t matter. I just enjoy making it, and I’m finding that I enjoy posting it. There’s only a few people following along with this series, but that’s okay. In spite of my initial reticence to actually make any of my work public, It just feels good to have this out there, no matter how many eyes are on it. It’s something that I’m putting out there mostly for myself.
And hey, if you’re reading this, thanks for checking this stuff out.
Hey boys and girls, just back from a fortnight sojourning across the parts of America nobody likes to admit exist. Still not done with life stuff, but until we’re ready for regular content to resume, have some more of this.
AGLA: Well, not really a guardian. More like a steward. An archangel, one of God’s most trusted, left to manage the place.
Smythe: You know what? Just take that somewhere. We’ll look over it once we get back to the states.
AGLA: What do you suppose happened to them? The guardian, the archangel?
AGLA: How about another old testament story? Are you familiar with Noah and the Ark?
Smythe: What the hell? What was that?
Goon: The engines! Something’s wrong!
Life’s getting the better of me again. Have some art while I sort things out. Eventually, we’re going to get to the point where I start realizing I need to make text larger to show up on screen. I look forward to that day.
AGLA: That’s what this is about? You abducted me over a video game?
Goon: Don’t play dumb. We’re not the Japanese police, we won’t fall for that. Our citizens have been disappearing directly after playing your game, and nobody knows how your machine works.
AGLA: That’d be more a failing of American engineering than anything else, right?
Goon: Do you even realize the trouble you’re in? If we’re not happy with the info you give us, you’ll be spending the rest of your life in a prison on the ass-end of the Earth! Now, what is your game doing to our citizens?
AGLA: Are you a man of faith, Agent Smythe?
Smythe: Answer the question. What has your game done to our people?
AGLA: Do you believe in Heaven? Hell? Valhalla? Hades? Different worlds the soul travels to after death?
Smythe: Are you refusing to answer the question?
AGLA: What about the Garden of Eden?
Smythe: Refusal will have consequences.
AGLA: The paradise God cast Adam and Eve from when they gained the knowledge of Good and Evil, and lost their purity.
AGLA: God left a guardian there.
Goon: The tablet! Give it to me now!
AGLA: That’s what you were yelling about?
AGLA: Sure. Here. Take it.
Goon: Where did you even get that? I thought they took everything off you when you got on.
AGLA: Sorry, I’m not quite fluent in English.
Goon: Do you even understand the situation you’re in? You need to take things more seriously.
AGLA: You’re questioning me, right? Aren’t I supposed to have a lawyer for this part?
Goon: If you were an American dealing with normal police, then yes. You’re Japanese, flying over international waters, and we’re the CIA.
Goon: We can do whatever we want with you. Now, tell us about your video game.