Funked Out! Worst of All

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Sponson Light
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Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:04 pm
Sponson Light says... · Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:04 pm
I was looking through my old stuff today, and I came across an old webcomic, one year old, I didnt do much with it. It curved wrongly, but the beginning was strong in my opinion. I mean, how did I come up with this crap? Its great!

Read this if you want, some clicky clicky involved. My lines are so badly drawn.
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I dunno what Im gonna do with it. But yeah... I guess this is something old thats great, I hope I do find more.
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Sureal
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Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:09 pm
Sureal says... · Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:09 pm
I like it :). Only thing is... some of the text can be kindda hard to read. None of it is illegible, but a couple of times I had a bit of trouble.
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Sponson Light
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Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:33 pm
Sponson Light says... · Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:33 pm
Its old, old things go crusty :P
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Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:12 am
LowKey says... · Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:12 am
I like it! It sounds awesome, and I want to find out more about what happens.
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