Strip by: Manyhills
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TV: ...ris ,gnineve dooG
Man on TV: Hi.
The author writes:
[The story so far: after an attempt at Internet procrastination goes awry, the author hits the streets of the city in a desperate frenzy. Now read on...]
Exhausted, I stop running, find myself at Suicide Junction. It's the nearest thing this city has to a proper blues crossroad, and something in the midnight wind suggests to me that I pull a Robert Johnson: sell my soul for the ability to create the most perfect Garfield remixes the world has ever seen.
I don't know much of the occult, but I half-remember that for this sort of undertaking, one needs a cant, a secret language to communicate with the world beyond without attracting the attention of nearby mortals. Naturally, I hit upon the idea of talking backwards, but this seems amateurish. After some thought, I settle on a more complex transformation: I still speak backwards, but now what I say backwards is itself reversed, for an extra level of mystery.
I begin to chant. Before long, a tall black-clad figure emerges from the shadows, and starts to walk slowly towards me.
[Is this creature a very avatar of evil, a cloven-hooved horned monstrosity who strikes fear into even the most brave and bold of humanity? Or is it in fact not a Trinity porter but merely the Devil? To be continued...]
[[Original strip: 2000-06-01.]]
Original strip: 2000-06-01.