The vast majority of onscreen zombies are rarely potrayed as anything more that a (sometimes literally) faceless cog in a vast shambling undead machine of death. Most likely because there are just so damn many of the poor bastards. As I tend to focus on just these two guys, it gives me the chance to go into their backstory sometimes, which I rather enjoy. It also opens wide the possibilities of where I can go with the comic, which is always nice.
And Sweetheart, if you’re reading this, this totally isn’t at all what I think marriage is like. It’s all that one drunk heathen of a friend of mine’s idea. It doesn’t even make me chuckle. Much.
Oh, and while I still have little to no problem with remakes, apparently the new Halloween isn’t exactly the best movie to hitch my “remake-tolerence” wagon to. Ah well, I’ll just change the word “Halloween” in last weeks comic and use it again when the new Escape From New York comes out. Or, considering the quality of most of the remakes of Mr. Carpenter’s movies, I’ll just save myself the trouble, and do another comic of the werewolf humping something…