A culmination of years of hard work, sleepless nights, and cackles at the thought of trumping Amanda Wood as THE comic genius of OMGJeremy.com have all brought us here. The concluding part of the last trilogy of the trilogy that is the BOO! saga. What started off as a simple, crudely drawn comic, has evolved into a highly detailed and suspenseful thriller that is sure to entertain for years to come. I hope you have enjoyed reading these as much as I have enjoyed bringing them to you. Don’t bother emailing me to tell me you will always cherish them and will pass them along to your children… because I already know you will. Click to see the glory.
The middle part of the end part of the greatest part of any of our lives is now here for your viewing pleasure! Are you excited for the end of all of this?? YOU PROBABLY ARE. But great works are not finished all at once. Great works sometimes take YEARS, as you are probably noticing here right now, today. What on earth can the conclusion be? Come back tomorrow or next week and see for yourself!
Heavens to Betsy. Here is the first installment of the final trilogy of the trilogies of the story known as “BOO!” The seventh piece of a story so grand that the world will never cease talking about it. The world, changed forever by this telling. Can you remember life before BOO!? I cannot, but I bet it was SHIT HEAPS WORSE than life today.
Journey back with me to the Garden of Eden. Having never read the Bible, everything I say in this paragraph may be very inaccurate but honestly half the stuff in there is open to interpretation so don’t try telling me I’m wrong. I am talking about a particular type of man in this article, and that damned Adam was the first one. Once proud and clothed only by a leaf over his hangdowns, Adam would soon become not-so-proud and probably still just clothed only by a leaf over his hangdowns. It was a woman that caused his downfall. A woman and his inability to say no and to be a fucking man.
It is a very true fact of life that I am sort of horrifying sometimes. Yes, me.
The experience that is BOO 2 comes to an end this week. While many could say the experience has been a national phenomenon, there is no arguing just what it has done to me as a person. To see the middle chapter of BOO 2 wrapped up, I can only feel moved to tears to see the years of hard work come to a close. It has been a long road, but here we are, at the end of things. I hope you all enjoyed BOO 2 as much as I did making it. While I can’t say when BOO 3 will see the light of day, I can at least say that we have begun working on concept art for the next batch of characters. So here it is, kids. BOO 2: the conclusion… (click to make larger) (also click here if you want to see B2pt2)
So there we were. My cousin and I on our tenth rematch. In the nine matches leading up to this final one, more threats of bodily harm were hurled at each other than I think every other game we ever played combined. The sheer amount of tension was probably visible in the room at the time, taking the form of the layer of sweat and spit covering us. When the game started, it was like a race for Destiny. Jeeps, tanks, helicopters, and artillery were thrown at each other in a desperate attempt to gain bragging rights for the rest of the week. All while Ride of the Valkyries played in the background, further cementing that this was not just a match to be played out, but Destiny itself. This was the single most important match of a game that would ever be played.This was Return Fire.
Now look at the picture of the game below, and try not to laugh too much.
My apartment complex isn’t one of those fancy ones that has assigned parking spaces, but you know how it goes. Even though there aren’t any clear spots that belong to anyone, people sort of fall into routine and take the same spot over and over. I step outside and I know that my neighbor upstairs parks here, the folks across the way are there, and I have my own spot as well. I moved in around May, and have parked in the same spot every day since. I didn’t even think to myself, “What spot might I park in tonight?” I just knew where I was going to park and that was that. So you can imagine the pure shock that hit me when I pulled my car in one night only to see that my spot was OCCUPIED! I let out a cry, wondering what kind of person would do such a thing. Then I noticed, this was an unfamiliar vehicle. We didn’t have any new neighbors, and no one had spoken of buying a new car. This was a car whose origins were shrouded in mystery. Did it just appear out of thin air? I realized I had only been gone a few minutes, and in that time this car just magically appeared in MY spot.