Today’s comic is brought to you by the letter ‘S’ for stowaway.

A different vocal style for me, written/recorded last night just for TGST.

All I do everyday is drive around and shove my camera in strangers’ faces. It’s a living.

Alphonse smelled worse in death than he did in life. Which made the stink coming off of his corpse the stuff of pungent legends.

A few old sketches that eventually became ‘The Golem Wastes’

All I do everyday is drive around and shove my camera in strangers’ faces. It’s a living.

The Great and Secret Thing is a year old.

Where once I should have remained placid,
I threw arms out bracing for no impact.

A shiny new adventurer is introduced.

A rare song *not* about a girl. Enjoy the respite.

Our Hero the Traveler feels discouraged for the first time. However, he feels certain he’s further from where he started than to wherever he’s going, so Our Hero the Traveler trudges on.

Danced behind as he’d played, danced out of the small hamlet, danced down into the Hollow Under the Hill, never ceasing, even when the hill closed shut behind him.

Starting fresh with a new, weekly adventure…from the FUTURE!

Our Hero is still missing. Until he turns up, enjoy this video medley, edited together in the order they were shot.

The air had a taste that night. Even here in The Bund, where street vendors were forbidden, it proudly trespassed. The city’s flavors conspired with the humid nighttime air to spread across all of Shanghai.