working on xmas is always optional, being able to go back to work after taking it off isn't ;)
I worked more holidays than I ever had off, perils of working in a 24/7/3654 job, the bright spot was that most of the layers of lunacy at the top didn't come in so it was normally peaceful...the extra pay didn't hurt either, it paid for the holdays.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to the talented creators of 'Datachasers' and to all who read these words. Happy Chanukah and Kwanzaa to you folks as well.
Here is another warning that inspiration strikes me occasionally, and when it does the only safe thing to do is stop reading. Immediately. You have been warned.
You may imagine this as sung by “Gloomiere’”. (My own sobriquet, of course, based on the speech font used, and because it amuses me.) This, of course, is sung to this tune. Hope it entertains and/or amuses.
(Spoken:) Organic beings, it is with irresistable force
And inexorable purpose that we begin operations.
And now we direct you to submit.
Resistance is irrelevant as we boldly deploy
Our forces!
We harvest. We harvest.
We collect the very best.
We take anything we need, you see,
And leave behind the rest
We have guns, we have ships,
DNA and microchips.
Sure our copter has no rotors,
But at least it still has motors.
Under stealth we advance
In our shiny metal pants
Our technology is never second best
We are a long-term project
And you’re now the object we harvest
We harvest, we harvest
Young and old, thin and fat,
Family dog and household cat.
Once inspected you’re collected,
All in thirty seconds flat.
You were free, now you’re snared.
Some resisted, some despaired,
Some of you might try to scatter,
In the end it doesn’t matter.
We’re not fooled by your tricks.
With my fellow candlesticks,
Your defenses never offer any test.
If it should come to pass,
We turn your homes to glass
You’ll be our guest
In our nest, you’ll be added to the rest
We harvest. We harvest. We harvest.
Life is so unnerving
When a drone that is unswerving
Pays a call to gather everyone at dawn
Ah those good ole boys you used to hang with
Suddenly those good ole boys are gone
For years we’ve been rusting
Needing so much more than dusting
There was nothing but refurbishing and drills
All those years we spent in simulations
Life on standby’s pretty hazy,
Now we’re active, oops-a-daisy
From the east to the west
Every closet, every chest
Every hall, we‘ll check them all
With enthusiastic zest.
You can run, you can hide
But we will not be denied
While our strike teams are pursuing
Your misfortune you’ll be rueing.
If you’re warm, you get shot.
Then we bag you on the spot.
It’s the only way our needs can be addressed
Stand back, we’re coming through.
We’re coming after you!
To harvest. We harvest. We harvest.
(We harvest)
We harvest. We harvest.
Our command is unimpressed
By refusing when we’re choosing
You. It isn’t a request.
Armored tanks, APCs,
We take aim at all of these.
And we leave the remnants glowing,
Never stopping, we keep going.
Village square, shopping mall,
We are going to catch them all.
Then we’ll store you all where we have put the rest.
And now that we’ve begun,
Until our mission’s done
We harvest.
We harvest.
We harvest.
Yes, we harvest!
Thank you, all.. I had to guess a lot about what the Feeliewhackers actually are and what they are up to because of ‘no spoilers’, but I hope I wasn’t too far off the mark.
I'm sort of thinking there are many more Feeliewhackers that were 'frozen' but only their heads and they need new bodies to attach them to, and the flesh based parts of the ones we see need replacing as well..or maybe not ;)
On the fifth day of Yulemas, and Android gave to me...
Five POV's!!! (this comic changes points of view so often... I like it!)
Four Floating Deathbots
Three Awesome Artists
Two randy Cassians
and a Feeliewhacker in gold BVD's
The Pope had a barber who shaved him daily cared for what hair he had and had not once scraped cut or nicked him. When the barber passed on he was Canonized as Saint Nick Less.
I worked more holidays than I ever had off, perils of working in a 24/7/3654 job, the bright spot was that most of the layers of lunacy at the top didn't come in so it was normally peaceful...the extra pay didn't hurt either, it paid for the holdays.
...and thank you for all the effort you take to provide this high quality comic for us ♡♡♡
and happy holidays to one and all
'Tis the Holiday Season; Merry Christmas all Y'all!
And he’s got a big one for me
Outside while it snows
I take off all my clothes
And wait for Santa underneath my tree…”
the cute sweater puppies win every time ;)
Happy Hannukwansolstimas to all and to all a good year
You may imagine this as sung by “Gloomiere’”. (My own sobriquet, of course, based on the speech font used, and because it amuses me.) This, of course, is sung to this tune. Hope it entertains and/or amuses.
(Spoken:) Organic beings, it is with irresistable force
And inexorable purpose that we begin operations.
And now we direct you to submit.
Resistance is irrelevant as we boldly deploy
Our forces!
We harvest. We harvest.
We collect the very best.
We take anything we need, you see,
And leave behind the rest
We have guns, we have ships,
DNA and microchips.
Sure our copter has no rotors,
But at least it still has motors.
Under stealth we advance
In our shiny metal pants
Our technology is never second best
We are a long-term project
And you’re now the object we harvest
We harvest, we harvest
Young and old, thin and fat,
Family dog and household cat.
Once inspected you’re collected,
All in thirty seconds flat.
You were free, now you’re snared.
Some resisted, some despaired,
Some of you might try to scatter,
In the end it doesn’t matter.
We’re not fooled by your tricks.
With my fellow candlesticks,
Your defenses never offer any test.
If it should come to pass,
We turn your homes to glass
You’ll be our guest
In our nest, you’ll be added to the rest
We harvest. We harvest. We harvest.
Life is so unnerving
When a drone that is unswerving
Pays a call to gather everyone at dawn
Ah those good ole boys you used to hang with
Suddenly those good ole boys are gone
For years we’ve been rusting
Needing so much more than dusting
There was nothing but refurbishing and drills
All those years we spent in simulations
Life on standby’s pretty hazy,
Now we’re active, oops-a-daisy
From the east to the west
Every closet, every chest
Every hall, we‘ll check them all
With enthusiastic zest.
You can run, you can hide
But we will not be denied
While our strike teams are pursuing
Your misfortune you’ll be rueing.
If you’re warm, you get shot.
Then we bag you on the spot.
It’s the only way our needs can be addressed
Stand back, we’re coming through.
We’re coming after you!
To harvest. We harvest. We harvest.
(We harvest)
We harvest. We harvest.
Our command is unimpressed
By refusing when we’re choosing
You. It isn’t a request.
Armored tanks, APCs,
We take aim at all of these.
And we leave the remnants glowing,
Never stopping, we keep going.
Village square, shopping mall,
We are going to catch them all.
Then we’ll store you all where we have put the rest.
And now that we’ve begun,
Until our mission’s done
We harvest.
We harvest.
We harvest.
Yes, we harvest!
BRAVO!!
Or as they say a little west and north of Nova Roma..."Fuckin A, tabernac !!!"
On the first day of Yulemas, an Android gave to me...
A Feeliewhacker in gold BVD's
Two randy Cassians
and a Feeliewhacker in gold BVD's
Three Awesome Artists (Ms Silver's work is definitely awesome)
Two randy Cassians
and a Feeliewhacker in gold BVD's
Four Floating Deathbots
Three Awesome Artists
Two randy Cassians
and a Feeliewhacker in gold BVD's
Five POV's!!! (this comic changes points of view so often... I like it!)
Four Floating Deathbots
Three Awesome Artists
Two randy Cassians
and a Feeliewhacker in gold BVD's
Six stolen ovums (sorry Cent!)
Five POV's!!!
Four Floating Deathbots
Three Awesome Artists
Two randy Cassians
and a Feeliewhacker in gold BVD's