6-1
2024-5 version of Chapter 6, replacing the original version from 2020.
This page is largely unchanged, just tidied up here and there.
Going forward, almost every page will get large quality of life changes. This chapter never felt quite “right” to me in 2020 and it took a few years of experience to realise what I wanted to actually say in the chapter with Ash.
I’ll be using it to build on a thought for later 🙂
Hope this version resonates a lot stronger with the retail and social ennui than before! Or if you are new to this comic’s chapter, hi! hello! I will have the old version in the Extras section so no one misses out!
Thanks for reading dfsdnksnfk
↓ Transcript
An icon states that it is Friday evening 8pm and Ash is seen on his phone by the waste bin around the back of the store in the dim light.
A screen of a mobile phone shows some incoming messages from a group of people. Reading "Anyone for a fri night piss up?" "Hell yeah" "yeeeeee" "pub!" "pub?"
His phone continues: "Ash you in?" with which Ash replies "At work. Sorry." Subsequent messages flood in with increasing vibration alerts and furious screen tapping.
"Sick?" is asked, which Ash replies with "Already here" with a sad text face. Already is spelt incorrectly, though messages press on with "That sucks." "We miss ya!"
Ash looks on blankly as the topic changes to drinks from his text plea. In the flurry of excitable messages there are spelling mistakes and signs of close friendships between the anonymous texters.
Ash however stands completely alone and isolated in a dingy corner of the area surrounded by rubbish bags and overflowing bins.
"Sam make sure you bring enough mixers." "I'll bring the good shit!" "Not the GIN UGH" "You can't hold your liqueur" "Gin isn't a liqueur" "isn't it?" "all goes down the same" "THAT'S NOT THE POINT"
A screen of a mobile phone shows some incoming messages from a group of people. Reading "Anyone for a fri night piss up?" "Hell yeah" "yeeeeee" "pub!" "pub?"
His phone continues: "Ash you in?" with which Ash replies "At work. Sorry." Subsequent messages flood in with increasing vibration alerts and furious screen tapping.
"Sick?" is asked, which Ash replies with "Already here" with a sad text face. Already is spelt incorrectly, though messages press on with "That sucks." "We miss ya!"
Ash looks on blankly as the topic changes to drinks from his text plea. In the flurry of excitable messages there are spelling mistakes and signs of close friendships between the anonymous texters.
Ash however stands completely alone and isolated in a dingy corner of the area surrounded by rubbish bags and overflowing bins.
"Sam make sure you bring enough mixers." "I'll bring the good shit!" "Not the GIN UGH" "You can't hold your liqueur" "Gin isn't a liqueur" "isn't it?" "all goes down the same" "THAT'S NOT THE POINT"