The issue closes with Terminator taking credit for all of the unconscious bodies, and Justin Plankton’s parents finding the corpse of their son at the morgue. Boy, for a comedy, this shit just got real!
Merry Christmas ’88, by the way!
The Evolution… er… or Devolution of a Page:
Chronological order of this page’s revisions from 1988, 2005 and 2015.
Original, unaltered page from 12/1988:
Re-mastered / Uncolored Special Edition Page from 12/2015:
“I guess you could say that.”
HEY LOOK! IT’S COLORED PEOPLE! AND WALLS!
© 1988-89 Chris Galletta Stevens
Creator’s notes: I personally thought both my skills as an artist and writer were progressing nicely here. Heck, I was only 14 years old and I was carrying on a story with several characters, making some funny back-and-forth banter, and while keeping it mostly humorous, we see that the violence has consequences. A character has died due to the fighting.
As we go on, I started a letter column that started getting fan mail. I believe I did this as both something to do to get my classmates to stop doing graffiti to the actual art and maybe give me ideas on what they’d like to see go on as the comic runs along. My classmates were my source of inspiration for all of these early comics (it changed years down the road after high school, as I just created all my own stories from my own imagination). The problem is, on the very 1st page of fan letters, two fans/classmates decided to start a war between the two!Â
