we’re not going to have another BoT:A chapter until next year! 
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Production Break
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“On the rocks, if you don’t mind!”
“I said no alcohol.” I reiterated as I stepped around the table, carrying the seven coffees in my fingers as I headed to the back of the room. Diero, disappointed, sucked on his cigar and mumbled about the production values of second-rate has-been books. Winger sipped his cappuccino through a curly straw, which was fitted under his helmet, and nodded briefly to me as I walked by.
“And that’s the last of them I believe, everybody doing okay?” I ask the group of one thousand Ghid Dreamer actors, who reply with a mix of chortled comments and general nods of agreement, all with their preferred beverages and greatly enjoying the time out of the latex costumes depicting the massive teeth and extra eyes of my illustrious artificial forms. “Perfect. We’ll be back on before too long, so hang tight and I’ll give you a heads-up when it’s your call.”
Sidling back to the tables, I clicked a pencil on my glass to gain whatever attention of the cast that I could. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for tolerating yet another book so far and the awkward extension thereof. Now before I say anything else, I want to thank the cast over at Keep the Piece and TTV for allowing us the rental space we’re using to make this little story. Without them and their support during the last year, none of this would’ve been possible.”
“When will I make an actual appearance?” Rukah chimed in. “Or Heyzorks, or GoodGuy? Surely you’re not going to say this was our appearance, when it’s so obviously non-canon.”
“Or IS IT??” NotaHFfan chimed in, writing down potential ideas on a napkin while sipping on his coffee. “New Theory: This whole ‘special’ will get bizarre callbacks in future chapters with no real purpose behind them, because Ghid can’t think of an original idea and he’s making this up as he goes along.”
“Whaaat?? Nooooooooo,” I protested as I slid my writing pad out of view.
“For me, I’m just glad we could tolerate this whole endeavor long enough to survive this long.” Pakari sighed, adjusting his collar while Bird stood behind him, giving Cordax a free ride so he could see what was happening. “So when does Cordax say ‘God bless us, every one’ and we roll credits? This break is dumb.”
“You want me to break his leg?” I smirked.
“He might if he falls from Bird,” Pakari mused, to which the room except for Cordax chuckled.
“Well regardless, I hope you enjoy your break, everyone. We’ll be back to this soon. And to all of you out there reading this, have a happy new year!”
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guess again 
somehow squeezed this out just before it hit midnight on the east coast. for those of you there, and for the rest of you in the US and the rest of the world when the time comes (or if it already has), Happy New Year! I promise this won’t have any ramification for the actual story.
but will that stop NOTaHFfan from trying 
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there i am
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y’know I can’t tell if you wrote this to prove me wrong, give characters appearances, or if you really do just have no ideas whatsoever
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i think all of the above
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Monk reference is based.
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Those are some outrageous claims. He obviously wrote it to allow me to draw this:
It’s coloured in a pretty cheesy way, but I really wanted to finish it right after New Year and that’s all I could do in one day
That’s my recreation of the Holiday Special chapter
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Ayo is that me?
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that’s just no one in particular
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it’s me 
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Chapter 3
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The slightest movement broke Winger out of his reverie, as Cordax had suddenly straightened and now stared off into the darkness. After a moment of silence, he suddenly bolted into the shadow of the alley, leaving Winger struggling to stand up on his own.
By the time he had reached his feet, the yellow fellow had completely disappeared. Frustrated with this and other recent developments, Winger slammed his fist on the edge of the dumpster, and was greeted with a sharp cry of pain, whirling around in surprise to see Racie clutching her fingers which Winger had inadvertently mashed. “I’m so s-” he began, but his spine gave out in the middle of his apology, and he struggled against the beam he was using as a crutch.
“No. It’s fine.” Racie replied, looking down in the dumpster glumly. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Hey, whoa,” Winger groaned, using the dumpster to aide in his returned ascent, leaning against the side as he tried to make eye contact with Racie, who expertly avoided him. “This isn’t as bad as it looks. I mean, okay, it pretty much is about as bad as it looks, but it could always be worse.”
“That was dumb.” Winger breathed. “Okay, just… Please tell me you’re not actually crying right now, please don’t, I do not have the ability to deal with this today or any time during the week.”
“And I do?” Racie gasped, fighting back her tears. “Through all of this, everything I’ve done, I haven’t- I can’t. I can’t do any of this. I DIED, Winger - I actually, really died and I felt it happen. I heard my skull pop, I felt the cold-”
Racie turned her head to avoid a choking fit. “I haven’t helped anyone, I’ve only been useless as other people die around me. What can I do? This is a small world, and what space exists is filled with creeps and skeletons and murdering psychopaths. It’s a horrible world, and I can’t change any of it, or help anyone, or-”
Winger’s eyes suddenly lighted upon a hole in her shirt near to her stomach, and his reaction to the red, festering wound beneath it was enough for Racie to notice, immediately covering it with her arms in embarrassed shock. “It doesn’t matter.” She replied, her lip trembling. “I-I don’t matter. Not to anyone, to anything.”
“And you’ll be extremely sorry for it, too!” A small voice quipped from behind the dark of the alleyway. “It’s ridiculous to believe you’re not even a proper- oh, hello guys. Glad to see you’re all alive and well! So’s this chump, and he just about begged me not to kill him because I dunno.”
Bent down in front of Cordax, and practically on the verge of tears, was a very muscular man with a sombrero and poncho, and a plastic skull mask, all of which had colorful paint marks with a festive flair. Cordax held him by one arm, which he had bent behind his back to keep him from moving - painless, but immobilizing.
However, El Cadáver Tonto didn’t give any indication of his comfort, wailing out his pleas at the top of his lungs. “Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me! I promise I’ll give up those street games for good! Honest, I will!”
“You don’t sound Spanish.” Winger mused, leaning forward on his beam.
“I’m not.” El Cadáver Tonto replied. “I work in a mexican restaurant - or I did, until I got fired - and I’ve had to scrape for cash ever since. Ow!” He massaged his now free arm, which Cordax had finally let go out of either boredom or pity. “But I can’t go on wearing this dumb suit and fighting people, sooner or later they’ll realize I’m cheating, and then-”
“Suit?” Cordax inquired, poking at one of the muscles and raising his eyebrows as it deflated under his inspection. “Well that’s just sad.”
“Tell you what,” Winger staggered forward. “We’ll consider not killing you for now if you can help us get medical attention without the police noticing. And her, too.” Winger gestured with his head towards Racie, who bore an injured expression at Winger having brought it up. “That whole kerfuffle going on up there might not end very well without our interfering with it.”
“Certainly!” El Cadáver Tonto bowed on his knees in front of Winger, who recoiled back in repulsion at the motion. “I’ll do whatever you ask! Oh, thank you, thank you! I don’t know what I would have done if you had reported me to the police, knowing I’ve got these illegal upgrades made out of that horrible-”
A glowing blob of plasma washed over El Cadáver Tonto, immediately melting him to his bones. Either Sonus was having bowel trouble, or something was going very wrong.
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Now to actually pay attention to this artwork
how dare you I would never have christmas decorations up all the way on the 31st
so many fun etails in this artwork. of course cordax is incredible as usual, both pakari and bird are so expressive, and jethryn and renner work so well next to each other
also winger’s helmet is way edgier than I envisioned huh
heyzorks doing his best ghid impression next to rukah, and the napkin holder just to illustrate that’s a napkin renner has - it’s all great man, fantastic work
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I was not invited :(
probably because I keep killing everyone
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it’s because you went in costume
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finally a good image of how the shading of Jethryn’s face ought to look
that is the only selfMOC of the bunch I consistently praise of course Jethryn sits as close to him as possible
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gunk gunk gunk gunk gunk
ok so nekidax when
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ok so read book when
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i saw spanish that means gunk
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