Endtown by Aaron Neathery for November 14, 2014

My, what big teeth you have, God.

At least Jim can’t possibly fit through that little hole – even if he may hurt himself trying.

God doesn’t destroy. Man does.

Oh good, Crazy can break up the boredom. It keeps the mind nimble, too. Don’t try to predict crazy, just encourage it in a direction you desire, and be flexible. Try not to look threatening. Or tasty. Anybody got popcorn? While waiting for the feature presentation, please vote.

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That is scary! He never did call Wally Wally, he always called him a cat.I hope Wally can plant the idea of Jim going to visit the cook.Get rid of 2 problems at 1 time.There is a small comic-con in my town. I would like to go as Holly. I don’t have a plain dress or a white apron. But I could make ears and use a reope for a tail,, any ideas?

That was smart to ask Jim who he was. I wouldn’t get into whispering range.

This is getting disturbing…

Wally: "Then you come here. God doesn’t let things like “walls” get in the way of a cheap meal."

Well, this will be fun. Jim still has a small part of his mind functioning. It’s time for Wally to mess with his mind, hopefully buying Holly and Chick more time to get away.God? God who?You’re a Raccoon, Raccoons’ cannot speak, therefore you are not a Raccoon.I am god!Ok if you are god, then walk through this wall.I can’t.Then you are not God…And so onWally was an engineer, which means he can use logic as an effective weapon to distract Jim.If all else fails, a lead pipe to the back of Jim’s head will cure what ails him.Thank you, I was reluctant as heck to be drafted, it was the last thing I wanted to do. But it gave me much needed structure and discipline as well as the self confidence many 18 year olds lack. I look back now and there are no regrets other than maybe signing up for another 2 years.

“Hello, Clarice…”

I have a hard time looking at the last panel. Horribly evocative of Jim’s madness.

“Thou art God. But who isn’t?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, but what do you need with a starship?”

Don’t do it Neathery….don’t do it

Don’t make me hate jim…..I know you’re going to find a way to kill him off or something but don’t make me hate jim by having him go after the main characters….I feel so bad for Jim don’t do this to us! He can go all lizard hunter for all I care but don’t make us hate him =(

“Prove It”

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof.

Looks more like Dog, but impressive he can still talk.

Geee……..not good!

Wally to the guard…..“Can we move up the fight date with Phil.”

Actually, raccoons have some pretty nasty teeth: http://www.pugetsound.edu/files/resources/6219_Raccoon_sideangle3large.JPG

o-o I’m officially scared

@crookedwolf“Critters can get through amazingly tiny places..” they can for a fact, one of the interesting differences in structure between human and animal skeletons are the collarbone. Cats for example don’t have one at all if I remember correctly ( ever watch a cat just sleep with its chin or even throat over its upper limb? We can’t begin to do that because of the collarbone). The limits for many species will be either the skull or the pelvis. Even humans can do amazingly tight spots ( one of the cave rescue teams a few years back had a girl who go squeeze a hole less than 6").

To me what I would now find fearful is the fact he is speaking, I’m guessing he’s reached one threshold and progressed to another phase, where he can use his intellect but it’s not buffered by any sanity. A knife on the kitchen table by it’s self means nothing, but in my grandmothers hands it would slice off a big helping of cake. that same knife, In the hands of Jack the Ripper, all of London would lock it’s doors.

Looking back, Jim never depended on a weapon to kill, but he did exhibit skills and tactics. So now Jim’s in the walls, his reason for existing in this form gone, and all he has to call his own is his rage. The game is afoot…..

Oh no! Jim’s gone feral! Quick, feed it some twi-…Oh, Aaron, I see what you did there, setting up Chekov’s Hostess Trunk…

If he was feral, would he be capable of speech? Let’s say he’s gone delusional…

Cats do have collarbones, but they are considered floating because they aren’t attached at the shoulders.

What was said earlier – the muzzle is more doglike than raccoon like?

“I want to whisper in your ear… and taste it…”

okay, that’s just ick-eerie.

Nine Inch Nails’ song ‘Reptile’ is bizarrely appropriate for this whole sequence.

It has been a long time since I have been so worried about what’s going to happen to Holly and Wally… But with somebody this mentally gone, and out to kill… who thinks/claims he’s god? I am very scared o-o Run Holly and Chic, RUN!! Wally, give them as much time as possible!!

Holy mother of shizzle! Those teefs!

There’s someone in my head and it’s not me…Brain Damage from Pink Floyd’s ‘Dark Side of the Moon’.

“You’re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.” – Colonel Kurtz

@PurdeyThat makes sense, thanks for the clarification. I’ve been hung up in a few tight spots in my life where that would have been handy!

Look, Jim… Er, I mean “God”… My schedule’s kinda booked this weekend. How does next Saturday sound?

“Um God??? I have heard there’s some very tasty food in the kitchen. The unpleasant lizard might try to stop you but a little smiting might change his mind.”

Oh hi, God. Look, there was someone named Margaret looking for you. Hold on, I’ll get her, she really has been trying to talk with you.

Claiming to be God in that environment when you’re not a lizard…that is crazy.

Let us consider Flask for a moment.. Flask was a product of her environment as are we all. Clearly, she made some poor choices. Some were based on experiences, like betrayal, poor treatment, falling in love.The conditions of war are ones of diminishing returns, the lack of medicines, food, supplies or social constructs, and law and order are pervasive and oppressive to say the least.The things one must do to survive the horrors of war will make you a hero to some, a cold and callous monster to others. All of Flask’s actions perfectly mirror this, to some she was a murderer, to others a lover, to some a savior.The reality of war, is that it a very desperate situation, populated with potentially dangerous individuals.The TV series Walking Dead is an excellent example of this sort of thing. Some who watch might think it’s the zombies are the real threat, when it’s the ones still living who are more unpredictable and dangerous than the undead. In a world such as Endtown’s it is a given that resources are rapidly diminishing, the one other constant in this messed up world is that it is “quaint” and “anachronistic” to still have morals. From what we’ve seen, morals can get you locked up like Wally. Or the twisted beliefs of the Lizard folk to rationalize cannibalism. The decisions you make in order to survive will follow you the rest of your days. In a dire situation such as this you cannot reasonably expect others to act in everyone’s best interest. Even in a trained and disciplined unit one must maintain command and enforce a code of conduct in order to be an effective force. Any slacking will result in failure or death. One enters into a spiral of immorality from which there is no escape, things just sort of escalate from the first ambiguous decision.Honestly, one does not know how they could even make such hard choices until the time comes.

He’s gone full Lecter. You should never go full Lecter.

God doesn’t destroy. Man does..Check your Bible. He does.

Y’know, one good swift kick by Wally through that hole could solve everybody’s problems. Have to be swift…probably he bites.

Sorry to bring all that up for you. As somebody who never served in the military I can never really understand the things folks like you and Veteran had to go through. I only know enough to appreciate the sacrifices you have taken. Thank you and please stay well.

Ok now that is Messed up he is now so snapped he thinks he is god???

You’re putting me on, of course, Dylan.