Club PA Newsletter #82 (Patreon)

DECEMBER

Jesus Christ.

Here is this month's strip.  Dentists are one of Mike's only real fears, and an Orthodontist must certainly be a Prestige Class for dentists - one who has spent their points judiciously and is now in command of even more esoteric tooth sorceries.  He didn't really want to talk about it on the main site, that's how legitimately terrifying he finds this shit.  The archive is replete with examples of me making light of Doctor Shit precisely because I do find it so scary.  It's some Blair Witch angle - I use the lens and the process of the comic to provide me with a little psychological remove.  For him, this just cements him in it.  This type of conceptual bifurcation is our whole relationship essentially.

I think there's another tooth related concept I might be able to get on the main page related to this, about when the nice receptionist offered him an earlier spot for his appointment.  Oh!  Also, I looked at a lot of weird animal teeth for this strip.  Horse teeth are incredibly weird, plus, they can get something called a Wolf Tooth?  I'm already kinda scared of horses because of how they can kick through your sternum and then they have to shake your corpse off their strong leg.  For me, that's not in the plus column for horses.  Looking all the way into their weird mouths didn't improve matters.

Here is another poem from Lexcalibur II, the prompt for which came from My Eldest, which was "a story overheard late at night in an Inn."  It seemed to please them, and hopefully you.

Locally Sourced

I overheard a story at The Owler's Inn one night,

About a Beast who longed to feast on Reginald The Knight.

Reginald The Knight said, "Beast, I'd rather not be food,

I find all this business rather rude."

The Beast, who stroked its glossy beard, replied, "Well, that makes sense;

I understand why you might hear my plan and take offense."

Reginald The Knight said, "Beast, then you'll be on your way?"

"I will," said Beast, and ate him straight away.