24-Hour Comic Day was last weekend, but I had to postpone this post to acknowledge Big Number. Thank you for your understanding in these trying times.

This year's festivities feature both a special guest and a twist ending.

(Yes, the numbering is off in the archive. Don't worry about it.)

You ever do something for a while and then not really stop doing it and then suddenly you've been doing it for twenty years? It's pretty weird.

I posted the first Awkward Zombie comic on September 19, 2006, when I was fifteen years old. Making it has been a constant throughout my entire adult life, and I owe a lot of really cool opportunities and friendships to the people I've met in the course of doing so.

If you have been reading this comic for the last five, ten, fifteen, or however many years: thank you.

If you have somehow avoided the concept of webcomics until recently and are a new reader: thank you.

I'll see you next week.

Something about seeing the mostly-green composite healthbar completely overrides the part of my brain that understands that one of my dudes has one fifth the total HP as their fellow unit-mates. 

I really like the "made of trash" aesthetic in play on Cephalopod Outer Heaven, but maybe we should stop making jewelry out of the rusty metal shards we found in the ocean, too.

I assume Sam sleeps better when he's saturated with goo.

She loves it. It's good for her.

Hey, put my sand back!

No's travels are complete without a visit to scenic Every Gross Bug Mound In The Area.

If you people don't come out of this continent-rending war with new fun pals then I don't even know what we're doing here.

Sure, it's "your" "house", but maybe you don't understand what's best for you?

Maybe these people shouldn't be trusted to define their own order parameters. Some of these feel like a "none pizza with left beef" situation.

According to earlier games, TinyMushrooms are allegedly valuable to collectors because of their rarity, because I guess they don't ever look down.

Don't even get me started on the pre-fabricated houses -- if you put a loadscreen between me and my Pokemon, you might as well put them in another zip code. All my homies live in my yard.

Man, everything has an app these days. First my catbox starts texting me and now this.

I do love an investigation-type game where secrets are revealed by rotating a 3D model of a clue, but there are some objects that I should not be permitted to rotate.

I know this is a peaceful habitat where your only obligation is to chill, but I still need you to hurry up about it.

The guy in the mountaintop research station needs more DVDs, okay?

This comic is based on a conversation with my friend Peter. It's about time.

You're going to love the furniture, which is constructed of straw and accelerants.

This comic is brought to you by Chaosmasterdelta.

Being able to see other players' vehicles and structures provides some very interesting data regarding statistically likely behavior. It is somehow comforting to drive my truck into a ditch and find evidence that other humans also couldn't resist taking that turn too fast.