Coming Soon - The TFTGS Comic Book

Hey guys, I'm still alive! And I'm back with some exciting news:


I know this looks like the cover of a comic book. And I know the title of this post says "comic book." And sure, for all intents and purposes, some people may consider it a comic book. But it is much more than just a comic book.


Allow me to explain.


Long, long ago. In the beforetime. When Corona was simply the name of a beer and nobody knew what an N95 was, I wrote a story for NoSleep titled "Happy Halloween from the Gas Station." It was a fun, weird excursion for the gas station continuum. It introduced some of the universe's coolest new characters, like Lucy and the spirit guide. It also contained the line "yeeto mosquito." Honestly, it was one of my favorite moments in the lore so far.


Shortly after releasing it, I was approached by an artist friend--Professor Corbin Covher of the Northwestern State Universtity arts department. If that name sounds familiar, it's because he's the guy who did the cover art for Volumes 2, 3, 4, and Bedside Manor. Corbin pitched me a crazy idea: He'd been working with a bunch of extremely talented artist students, saw what they were capable of, and wanted to give them an opportunity to put their skills to work while building their portfolios and giving them real-world experience. So, he came up with the idea to create the university's first ever comic book class. And he wanted to know if I'd be interested in participating.


For the last five semesters, Corbin has been working with some of the best new artists emerging on the scene to create a seven-part comic series based on "Happy Halloween from the Gas Station." Each artist has added their own personal touch to the project, creating a melting pot of artistic style. The first comic, for instance, includes the artwork of twenty-six different artists specifically chosen for the project. And let me tell you, the results are amazing.


Can't wait to share this with y'all!


-Jack

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