And this brings Final Smash to a conclusion. It was a long time in getting there. I think a lot of that had to do with our unexplained hiatus. This hiatus will not be explained today, or possibly ever, but we’d like to thank you for sticking around for the conclusion of our only multi-part storyline. There is still one more Sunday Smash comic before the end, so stick around. Or don’t, I guess. I probably won’t know either way.
I really have nothing else to say about poop, which is surprising given who I am. Or maybe it isn’t surprising. I did just write a 16 part story about it, after all. There will be a much more robust blog post accompanying the final comic. Be sure to check back!
SmashCon 2011 closed its doors this morning with Kevin boarding a plane back to the east coast and Marc going back to work. So today’s comic’s title has an unintentional double meaning, I suppose. As it always kind of sucks for Smash’s creators to be bi-coastal, it sucks even more when we hang out for a week and then have to separate again for months or years until the next visit. But today is a sad day for yet another reason, for it is here that we bid an eternal farewell to the punchline of our very first comic: Emo McFangface.
Emo was a creation of Kevin and his real-life (and comic) coworker Bethany as a satire of the modern Twilight-era vampire. As our biggest supporting character, he’s been featured in eleven Smash comics to this day (that’s more than 10% of our stories!) and just never could catch a break. It was always ever so much fun to ruin his day on these hallowed pages and it really feels like the end of an era to kill him off. At least we had the decency to provide him with a little hope in his final seconds of life… before killing him off in the only way we could feel good about. As for his mystery assassin; well, for you game nerds it may be obvious, but the rest will have to wait until next week for the reveal.
Final Smash: Romantic Thriller Comedy? Have we invented a new genre here? Much like the chemist who indiscriminately blends too many different elements together to his ruin, are we mixing the flask of our own undoing?
Oh, and please note that today is the 100th Episode of Sunday Smash! As a fitting celebration, Smash Con starts today at 11pm PST (I’m pretending that this was by design instead of a coincidence). In a couple of hours, I’m boarding a plane and flying all over the country with layovers in ridiculous places in exchange for a reasonable ticket price, then spending the week at Chez Matters. My 3DS is charging, my iPod is loaded up with episodes of The Uncanny X-Cast, and I’m ready to go!
If anyone asked me who my favorite Sunday Smash character is, I would probably answer Emo McFangface, so it’s only natural that the punchline from our very first comic make an appearance during the finale. I feel like I could probably write an ongoing series about Emo’s melodrama, although in order to get inside that character’s mind I have to listen to a good deal more 3OH!3 than I’m comfortable with.
Big news! Next Sunday I will be boarding an airplane and flying across the country to attend the second annual SmashCon! This is a convention that is closed to the public and consists of Marc and I sitting on his couch playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl, Phantasy Star 0, Dokapon Kingdom, and whatever other games we fancy while drinking expensive Belgian ale. I also intend to pick up the rare Marc Matters 3DS Mii.
Also, this week I’m very excited to download 20 free games from Nintendo for being a 3DS early adopter. The games they’ve revealed are ones I’m actually interested in too; they aren’t giving away trash. It’s times like this that I remember why I love Nintendo. They may have abused us with years of nothing but casual titles on the Wii and a pitiful 3DS launch lineup, but this is the kind of thing that allows the healing to begin.
Let today’s episode be another reminder of the power of mint, which conquers all. It even goes so far as to transform no-nonsense police officers into speedo-clad party animals. The next time you’re planning to drive under the influence, make sure you have a pack of Drinkly’s Gum with you. Also, be sure to inform me of what you are about to do so I can break your elbows or use some other appropriate means to discipline you for your idiocy.
It was a rough week in Smash-land. Last Monday, a certain gorilla you all know and love sent me an e-mail with a subject line reading “kl;gars hippo oerhb.” This roughly translates into English to mean, “Unprecedented frustration,” or “profound sadness,” and I understood why as soon as I opened the e-mail and he informed me that he had just accidentally deleted every Smash comic he ever made, which is about 60% of our total offerings. Oh, and we have no back up.
I frantically searched the internet for a program to recover deleted files. I found something, but it was expensive and the majority of the files recovered were corrupted. It was quite unfortunate. The comics I’ve drawn are safe and sound, and now safely stored on my Macbook Pro’s hard drive as well as my thumb drive, and will soon be stored on a DVD as well. We still have low resolution copies of every comic, but the original 300dpi files we had intended to submit for publication are gone. I guess the moral of the story is back your priceless stuff up.
The irony? He deleted the files while attempting to back them up. So maybe the moral of the story is do not back your priceless stuff up and you won’t accidentally delete it. I could really go either way at this point.
Today’s comic was well worth producing just to see Marc illustrate (and then vandalize) Kristen Spewart’s stupid, ugly face.
Poor, poor, Diddy. We finally assign him a name as he is in mortal peril. We’ve been unofficially referring to him in scripts as Diddy for quite some time now, and we figured it was probably time to let everyone else in on it too. He made a good number more appearances in Smash than I initially thought he would. He first appeared here because Kevin needed someone to torment, and Marc the Real wanted it to be a young cousin so that it didn’t seem like Marc and Kevin hang out with random young boys and emotionally abuse them on a regular basis.
In a short, yet illustrious webcomics career full of many good decisions, it was still one of his better ones.
Today we put up part two of Final Smash, wherein we introduce our nefarious villains. The plot (and stool) thickens!
The title “Final Smash” is significant for a couple of reasons. First of all, we are big fans of the Smash Bros. series, and Brawl introduced Final Smashes, which are powerful finishing moves unique to each character. The other reason the title is significant is that the storyline you are currently reading contains the final Smash comics you will ever read. After this story is over, we’re hanging it up. We have the story mostly scripted out, however, and we still have a couple of months left of mayhem, destruction, and fecal humor, so stick around. We want to send all of our characters off in style before we’re done. We’re only telling you this much in advance because Marc and I didn’t want a final strip to take you all by surprise. After all, we aren’t poop ninjas or anything.