Welcome to Outsiders.
Made as a semi spinoff of Wildcards following their death at the hands of Caladbolg, Atma must team up with a new band of idiots to take on the weird and stupid things plaguing his world. It sucks to be a hero, but somebody's gotta do it.
Updates on Thursday.
If anybody needs me, I'll be waiting for Smackdown tonight, so I can see the crowd continue to boo Roman Reigns.
I don't really plug other things often. Mostly because I don't want to seem like that guy trying desperately to sponge off the success of others, but this is a special case.
My good pal and co-star Striker is co-host to this little Let's Play group called "Button Jam" on Youtube. You should totally check them out and be all "Holy crap! That's what Striker sounds like? He must be a pretty chillax dudebro to hang around!" and he'll be all "Goddammit Atma! Why you tryin ta give me moar followers? Ya bustah!"
Not much to say today other than my hopes are going out there for Girla, whose grandpa is in surgery today due to an Aneurysm.
You're probably wondering where Champy is.
He's still at the park not giving a fuck.
My resolution for 2015
-Get more comics done
-Punch the head off of anyone that is not Girla who tries to skype call me while I am attempting to work
-Call up my bank and tell them to fix their goddamn website so I don't have to drive up there to make transfers from my savings.
-Visit Girla for the summer again, and not camp out like last time.
-Save up enough money to help buy a new house
Happy new year everybody.
Christmas happens in about a week. Doubt I'll update by then, but we'll see. I do know I have some kind of picture ready for the occasion, but I need to ask any of my *ahem* co-stars if they want in.
Except for TC. He never wants to be apart of things.
Racecar bed? Really?
Short update this week. Also I am never cooking pancakes ever again because they inevitably turn the kitchen into an inferno that threatens to consume me.