Slow “Progress” on a Crappy Comic – 24HCD

11:32 p.m.
This is really boring. My comic sucks, and I’m having a hard time trying to figure out where to go from here. Plus, after drinking five or six of these stupid energy drinks, I feel like I could throw up at any moment. But, that’s not what’s important. Let me tell you about my crappy comic, and maybe you can give me some pointers on where to go next.

It starts out with a hiker in the Appalachian Mountains. He happens upon a crashed UFO that belongs to some space dinosaurs from the future.

Doom, Where’s My Car just said he can’t draw fish, to which Colonel Doom responded, “Are you drawing them to scale?” It was pretty funny.

Anyway, back to my crappy comic. A missile comes out of nowhere and kills everybody. Then, the action goes thousands of years into the future, where the space dinosaurs are discussing going back in time to kill everybody. A descendant of the hiker from earlier overhears this and decides he has to do something. Since he’s too dumb to figure out time travel, he leaves a time capsule for one of his descendants with all relevant information in it.

The future-future man gets the time capsule, goes back to the present day, stops the missile from hitting anybody, and goes home. Unfortunately, that means the future space dinosaurs are still alive, and they vaporize the hiker with their guns. They then turn their sites on the nearest city.

Meanwhile, the general behind the missile attack that didn’t work decides he has to take matters into his own hands and suits up in his rocket suit.

That’s where I’m at. I’m on the eleventh page, and I’ve confused the hell out of myself. I have no clue where I’m going with this thing. It’s horrible. The only way I’m keeping myself entertained is by writing ridiculous nonsensical dialogue.

Jim Doom just said, “I don’t want to draw dead baby Jesus.”

This night is getting weird.