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Patreon Pimpage: Gary Seymoure

Meet Gary. He’s a ringtail lemur who likes to play basketball. He also might like a certain red panda! The art is by Ryuumajin and if you want to see the full colored version, why not be a patron? http://www.patreon.com/creation?hid…..7&rf=77121

Next week, we meet the personal trainer of a certain red panda.

Patreon Update for October 2014: New Milestones Added!

So over at my Patreon (which, by the way, is over at http://www.patreon.com/graveyardgreg), I decided to add some new milestones. We’re currently at 402 dollars, which is a bit of a dip but not by much.

Anyway, two of the new goals are very important to me:

$750: SUDDENLY FISTING Returns!

I’ll be honest, I never liked Shiuk doing the comic for free, so if we hit this goal, it means I can force money into his wallet and you fans of the comic can get new pages. So if you really like Suddenly Fisting, prove it to us.

$1250: GAMING GUARDIANS RETURNS!

That’s right, I have a talented duo who is more than willing to help me reach the endgame of Gaming Guardians. It was the first webcomic I created, so I feel the grandparent of my webcomics empire deserves to at least be completed. If you’re a fan of GG, you’ll want to be a Patron.

Of course, there is that 500 dollar goal, which is a brand new webcomic, and I promise you if you’re a fan of saucy, steamy, sexy comics, I’ll write it to make Profiles look like Carpe Diem. Yes, it’s going to be THAT sexy.

Thank you for reading, folks!

Six Months Later Sneak Peek

Caption THIS: Carpe Diem Edition

So I recently showed you folks a sneak peek of a Carpe Diem panel, and I thought it would be fun to bring back Caption THIS for it.

Here’s the panel in question:

Send all submissions to carpediemcomic (at) gmail (dot) com! Make me and Gaby laugh, folks. MAKE US LAUGH!

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LIFE AFTER LOVECRAFT

http://lifeafterlovecraft.com

Art by Spypolygon of FA and logo design by the Gneech.

August 20th

NEXT WEEK

From me, the creator of CARPE DIEM, DUNGEONS & DENIZENS, and GAMING GUARDIANS, and Spypolygon comes a new webcomic.

August 20th.

Be there.

(want to see sneak peeks right now? Be a Patron at http://www.patreon.com/graveyardgreg because they get to see the comic a day early!)

PATREON

I have a Patreon over at patreon.com/graveyardgreg for those who might not have known. I’ve been posting secret webcomics teasers with a little bit of fiction thrown in.

The schedule of these updates are as follows:

MONDAY: Carpe Diem TUESDAY: The Gryphon’s Goal THURSDAY: Top Secret Webcomics Project FRIDAY: Welcome Back to Cappuccinos!

I also added a new milestone on Sunday. If I manage to reach the goal of 1,500 dollars a month, I’ll begin work on a Furry Dating Sim Game, and there’s will be either DLC or an unlockable of a certain barista jackal.

So be a patron today, folks. You won’t regret it.

Zuberi

Teaser of: ???

Over at my Patreon account, I’ve been starting up the teasers for something mysterious. This is the rough sketch, and the finished line sketch (with a name!) can be found at http://www.patreon.com/graveyardgreg for those who pledge 3 dollars or more.

There Be Dragons

Before the House of Ophichus fell, a young Capricorn by the name of Kaloo broke the surface of his namesake’s ocean. The gills lining his throat closed up before his lungs took on the life-saving duty of breathing.

The sun shone brightly overhead in the cloudless skies; monsoon season was months away. This was both good and bad for the Child of Capricorn. While the lack of Aquarius’ wrath meant calm waters and faster swimming, it also meant his pursuers had the same benefit.

The first Sirenidae broke the surface of the water, followed by his four walrus-like podmates. The Children of Pisces and the Children of Capricorn had tenuous relations at best, hostile at worst. When they had discovered Kaloo in their territory, the Capricorn didn’t bother to find out how they’d react. He swam away as fast as he could, hoping he could swim faster than them.

Kaloo spared a quick glance over his shoulder and saw one Sirenidae adorned with a great crown made from a giant spiked shell. If their tribal leader was involved, Kaloo must have stumbled upon a site of great importance. Of course, there was also the chance this particular tribe just wanted to kill Capricorns for no other reason than they could. Kaloo had no desire to find out the reason for the pursuit.

Ahead, Kaloo could see one of the Dragon Islands. Named so because those who entered them never returned, it was said the dragon ate them. The jungle beyond the beach looked dark and foreboding. He was always warned to never enter its foliage, for there were terrible creatures within.

A spear sailed over his head, and he was convinced to ignore the warnings of entering the island. Certainly the jungle was safer than the fate the Sirenidae had planned for him! He pushed himself to swim faster, his arms and tail starting to burn from the exertion.

The exertion proved successful as he dragged his exhausted body onto the shore. A quick look over his shoulder revealed he was out of the range of the Sirendae’s spears for now, so he allowed him a brief moment of rest before rising up and slithering towards the jungle foliage.

It was like being plunged into twilight. The canopy overhead cut off most of the sun’s light and warmth. Several times he had to pause to disentangle his curled horns from the occasional vine, but soon enough he stopped once he reached a clearing, marveling at the sight before him.

A stack of boulders greeted him; it was at least three times his height, and on closer inspection he found it would make a perfect hiding place. He wasn’t arrogant enough to assume the Sirenidae could not track him; he probably left a trail a blind sea slug could follow as he was created for speed in the waters, not stealth on land.

He was moving around the enormous stack of boulders when it shifted slightly, and he quickly darted out of the potential rockslide. Fortunately, none of the boulders fell out of place, and he moved once again around the stack, though more cautiously this time, until the boulders were directly between him and his pursuers.

He rested in front of the stack, letting his lungs suck up the precious air he needed. His eyelids were heavy with fatigue, so he decided not to fight it. A small rest is all I need, he thought, bringing his body down and laying on his side. I won’t fall asleep. I’m much too terrified to do such a foolish thing.

He didn’t account for the sheer levels of exhaustion his body possessed, so it was a terrifying surprise when his eyes flew open and saw the spears of the Sirenidae pointed at him.

They spoke in their guttural Sirenidae language, a tongue he never bothered to learn; he suspected they, too, would not understand him and consider it to be guttural. Still, with the aggressive gestures they made at spearpoint, he suspected they wanted him to rise up. He shakily rose up, trying his best to suppress the fearful tremors which racked his frame, and they gestured for him to go back the way he and they came.

There was no way to flee from them, not without risking a spear to the back. He would need a distraction. Capricorn must have been listening to his silent plea, as the boulders started to collapse, only to rise up and reveal itself to not be a pile of boulders, but the towering form of a Titan. The boulders were in reality the armored plates that covered its armadillo-like form, and it flexed its fingers which ended in long claws perfect for digging. It raised its eyes to the heavens, but craned his blocky head down when the Sirenidae shouted grunts at the Child of Cancer.

It eyed them with curiosity, making no hostile movements, and it might have remained peaceful if the chieftain of the Sirenidae hadn’t thrown his own spear at it.

The weapon bounced harmlessly off the Titan’s armored plates, but the Child of Cancer still frowned. Kaloo’s heart raced as it grabbed it’s own spear, uprooting a tree as easily as the Capricorn could pluck a blade of grass.

Kaloo slithered away from the Sirenidae as fast as he could, chancing they would rather save their own hides and not bother chasing after him.

The sounds of a tree-turned-weapon crashing into the ground and the cries of pain which followed painted a grim picture of the Sirenidae’s fate. “There be dragons”, would be a tale to tell his tribemates, and a warning for all who would consider entering the Dragon Islands.

Though after the fall of the House of Ophichus, dragons would be the least of threats to the Children of Capricorn.