How Cthulhu Got His Start
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The Script For Today's Comic!
HOW CTHULHU GOT STARTED
Tom is in the living room, working. From the other room he hears a sound so loud it completely contains the top of the panel.
Now, keep in mind that this is going to work largely on the basis of fontage, so you can’t just use the standard font we have – it has to be a three-font task, and probably hand-drawn. This sound effect comes in three stages:
A long, drawn-out spirally thing.
A big wet splattery thing, preferably green and kind of icky.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Scattered all beneath the central Ah-CHOO!, and madly hysterical. In fact, if you feel like stealing the laughter of the Joker (preferably as done by Brian Bolland in “The Killing Joke”), that’s precisely what I am going for here.
The first ah-CHOO! goes without notice, but at the second one Tom looks up in concern. He walks into the bedroom, where Karla is miserable, her nose reddened, surrounded by tissues and whatever sorts of girly medications you think you should be there… Except she is staring madly at the wall, as if she was an HP Lovecraft protagonist who’s just laid eyes on great Cthulhu. She is insanely gleeful.
TOM: Karla? I know you’re sick….
KARLA: I just realized - I’m not sick! I’m setting the world record for consecutive sneezes!
Tom walks out. As he is in the hallway, he hears it again:
KARLA: Thirty-eight! Go me!
TOM (worried, thinking): She’s lost it.