The Super, Part Two: Finding Things

"Hey," said Biter. "Guess what I found."

"Pfft," scoffed The Blue Octo. "I don't care."

"What, just like that?" Biter shrugged. "It's like a reflex with you."

"There's a reason," replied Octo, "but you're too stupid to be able to comprehend it. You're a giant lizard that's supposed to be extinct combined with some other humanoid thing, so I hardly think you've get the intelligence."

"Oh, I think I understand," Biter said, folding his arms. "You would talk to people when you were in jail, because that put us at the same level. We were all stupid enough to get caught, and that's what kept us as equals. Roughly."

"But we're not in jail anymore, moron," Octo interrupted. "You must have forgotten- we escaped."

"Aha, but that's why you've changed suddenly. You automatically put yourself above everyone else, just like every other frickin' criminal here used to before they were captured. What, did it escape you that we're all working for the same cause? That the reason we're trekking across this desert in Arizona is to take out The Super? I know we all hate him, and would gladly see him dead. So why resist?"

"We aren't all working for the same cause," growled Octo.

"Right," laughed Biter, "and I'm walking across this desert among a bunch of escaped criminals just for the heck of it. No, I don't think so." He looked up to the sky, shading his eyes as as he continued to move along. "You're just too full of yourself to realize that maybe, for the time being, no one is working against you. Ease up a bit, it wasn't that hard in prison."

The Blue Octo clenched his jaw. "Fine. Where was I?"

"You were calling me stupid, T-Bo. I was asking if you wanted to see somethin' cool."

Octo glared, annoyed, at Biter. "Why must you call me that? I'm not a T-bone. I have no bones in my body to speak of, what with being an octopus, and all."

"Because that's your acronym," replied Biter, baring his teeth as he shook sand out from in between his clawed toes.

"My what?"

"The Blue Octo," said Biter. "Sort of stupid name. But, then again, there's been worse. T for 'The,' B for 'Blue,' and O for 'Octo.' Have you ever considered that you may the dumb one?"

"What is the 'cool' thing you've supposedly found?" asked Octo, annoyed further. He stared at the horizon, trying to get Biter to cease his infernal yapping. It occurred to him that inquiring further contradicted this, but it was too late anyway.

"I found a map," said Biter, looking dramatically into Octo's eyes, which was a little hard to do while walking in the middle of an Arizona desert surrounded by escaped convicts.

"A map leading where?" inquired Octo.

"I dunno," said Biter, "wanna find out?"




This is something that'll get incorporated into my comic. I just love writing it out first, and I'm so excited about this that I actually wrote this here "short story thing" in about five minutes. I'm still planning, but it's all coming together nicely. I've already got ten characters sketched out and their backgrounds outlined, something I have never really done before. I keep saying this, but I'm really loving writing this comic. I haven't even started drawing (past the first couple pages, which don't even have characters in them), but I know how this is going to play out. Usually my plan is to start writing and hope it turns out okay. I'm not big on planning ahead in the writing department, mainly because I'm still in school and every teacher I've ever had  has tried to force a certain planning technique on me. But coming up with my own, man, that works.

Sorry about rambling. I'm excited. Can you tell?

          Can't wait to tell you more,
                  PolarFarina