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Gotterdammerűng, Part 1
Karla and Seth are at Seth’s place; Seth is lounging around, looking sybaritic and comforted while Karla looks a little nervous.
You’ve said in the past that Seth seems a little faggy, and I’ve adjusted the dialogue… But think of him as the evil genius who fights James Bond half the time, always dressed well, obsessed with culture and the finest things, sneering a lot and demanding that everyone buy into whatever he’s selling. He should be masculine, even as he does have that flair that marks him as a little feminine. He’s almost Bond.
SETH: That Kronos Quartet CD you lent me was exquisite, Karla. Their contrapuntal melodies were staggering….
KARLA (with the evasive air of someone who’s dancing around the topic, not looking him in the eye): It was good, yes.
SETH (noticing, leaning in, not particularly seductive): Something’s bothering you. You should come alive when we discuss music.
KARLA: I met someone new.
SETH (intrigued, archly, in a “ha ha” fashion, still not seductive but relaxed… and a little imperious that perhaps she might leave him for someone else.): If you left your husband, I’d hoped it would be for me.
KARLA: No, it’s a girl… friend. You remember Izzy.
SETH: And, uh, Tom kind of promised her that she could play in Sunday’s roleplaying game.
SETH (pulling himself to a cold height, austere as he laws down a cruel law): I decide who plays in Gotterdammerűng. Not Tom.
KARLA (pleading): But she’s a friend of mine!
SETH (explaining his master plan, not hurt so much as offended that someone he thought understood him so clearly has blown it): Karla, roleplaying is an art. I create worlds, populated with vibrant people and strung with political plots that would rival the great Martin. I will not risk some lump sitting down at my table. What if she’s played…
Dungeons and Dragons?
KARLA: What if she has?
SETH (disgusted, disdainful): D&D is a virus. Once you’re touched by the +1 sword, you never recover.