The true story of 7 strangers forced to do an ongoing comic jam. No rules. No sanity. And as little planning ahead as is humanly possible.
"It's like having Attention Deficit Disorder just reading it!" -- Brandon
Showing no signs of intelligence since December 2000!

Christmas Drawings


[Toniku & Rifle]


[Aika] [Aika again]


[the vampire] [the vampire still] [yet more of the vampire]




[Your Own Best Friend] [Your Own Best Friend once more]




[Gustav] [Gustav again] [another Gustav]

Erin's really cool poem

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lodge,
All the people were reading the Comicollage.
The viewers were gathered by the monitor with care
In hopes that the comic soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While the grownups were letting Haley peek in their heads.
While ma in her kerchief, and I in my cap
Had just settled down to watch Rifle bust a cap.

When from the computer there arose such a clatter.
Jean-Luc had just blasted someone into antimatter!
Away from that midget, I ran like a flash.
Before I would be the next one turned to ash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Looked rather like the warm monitor glow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a scary pale vampire sucking on a pickle spear.

And a little ol' bunny girl, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment this comic was slick!
Seven cartoonists, together they came.
They drew up odd characters, and called them by name.

Now, Rifle! Now Toniku! now, Aika and Vamp!
On, Jean-Luc! on Best Friend! on Haley and 'stav!
To this strange little comic, created by all!
Now draw him here, draw her there, we're having a ball!

As people that hit themselves with a pie,
The ideas were crazy, would they ever fly?
The artists didn't know, but the drawings still flew,
With a sleigh full of punchlines, and these characters too.

And then in a twinkling, I saw on the screen
A big smiley face who looked like a bean.
As I blinked once or twice, and near turned around,
A girl with green hair showed up with a bound.

She was dressed all cute-like, from her head to her foot.
But unlike Santa Claus, not covered with soot.
A long green braid she had flung on her back.
And from the look on her face, she had attitude, Jack!

These chars -- How peculiar! The comic, how merry!
Panel one, part amusing, and panel four, very!
I felt that this comic would only improve.
Seven talented artists were SO on the move!

One character left, I looked around, stumped.
And then I looked down, and I nearly jumped!
An orange dessert had just gone and said "Hello,"
And wiggled in laughter-- He's a bowlful of Jello!

I was in awe of this comic, right off the shelf.
And I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself.
A humor-filled groan and a shake of my head,
And I knew that now I had nothing to dread.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And made it a bookmark; a new daily perk.
And laying a finger aside of my nose,
I wished that this strip's popularity rose.

I leaned back in my chair and surveyed the page.
Hoping to hope it would last to old age.
But Aika of course, got the last word, the wailer--
"Happy Christmas to all! Now I'm going to my trailer!"

Comicollage belongs to all of us--Kip, John, Russ, Joe, Mutt, Erin, Remi, Yamcha, and Shay! In alphabetical order, Erin, Remi(?), Joe, John, Kip, Russ, Shay, Mutt and Yamcha! In order by height--WHAP Ow.
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