Writer: Joey Groah
Artist: Gannon Beck
Colorist: Gannon Beck
Letterer: Gannon Beck
Page 8 Update:
Digger considers his options, and piles all the refugees into the escape saucer. The End.
Page 7 Update:
Digger disarms Colonel Zeed thanks to the intervention of an alien refugee kid. The scientist informs Digger that the only way he’s leaving is if the Space Corps takes all of them.
Page 6 UPDATE:
Digger enters the train car to find it’s full of refugees AND Colonel Zeed holding the scientist hostage. Time for some villainous screeds.
Page 5 UPDATE:
Meanwhile, Digger has found train car 5. He’s looking to rescue an important scientist, but finds a guard instead. We could use some exclamations from the startled guard.
Page 4 UPDATE:
In which PFC Sheglh’eth straight up eats a dude and steals his hovercraft. What does an embryonic Lovecraftian demigod say when he’s carjacking?
Page 3 UPDATE:
Not much dialogue needed here, but how about some sounds effects? Possibly some monologue from Digger?
01230 UPDATE: Here’s page 2!
Here’s what’s going on.
Panel 1: LCPL Cazarez is berating PFC Sheglh’eth for forgetting the explosives.
Panel 2: Sheg offers a lame excuse.
Panel 3: The package they’re there to retrieve is on car 5, and they’re going to miss it!
Panel 4: The train blows by. Mission ruined.
Panel 5: LCPL Digger is missing!
Send us your dialogue suggestions! Make with the funny!
0900 UPDATE: Page 1 is up! Check it out and join Gannon and Joey as Comics-On-A-Train kicks off. They’re waiting for your input so go ahead and start posting your ideas, suggestions, hooks, dialogue, bad jokes and one-liners, and they’ll figure out how to squash it all into the story. Be sure to stay tuned as the pages will be posted as they’re done.
First up, we need a few questions answered! What’s on the train? Why doesn’t PFC Sheglhe’th have the explosives? What’s the name of this planet, and who lives here? Also, most importantly, what will happen if they fail their mission?
Well, hey! Big day tomorrow!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012 9:00AM EST marks the commencement of our Grand Experiment.
During the train ride to New York Comic Con, we’re making a comic on a train. Involving a train. And space marines.
So here’s how this is going to work.
We’re going to post the setting, characters, and scenario. You (our dear readers) will help provide the rest. We’ll accept your story ideas, suggestions, hooks, dialogue, bad jokes, and one-liners, and figure out how to squash it all into the story. We’re shooting for a short story between 5-8 pages. As we write the story in real-time, Gannon will be drawing like a wildman, and we’ll post the pages as they’re finished. Crowdsourcing, it’s a thing that people on the Internet talk about all the time! And you’re on the Internet, so it should be right up your alley!
So how do you participate? Visit our Facebook page, or look under the #spacecorps tag in Twitter between 9am EST and 3pm EST. Post your ideas there, and we’ll post our artwork. Bonus points to anyone who can work in references to the Wabash Cannonball, Strangers on a Train, or the Little Engine that Could. Forget Thomas the Tank Engine. Seriously, forget that guy.
Is all that clear? Of course it isn’t! But we’re going to try it anyway.
A gas giant in a far flung galaxy, on an elevated high-speed rail system that rings the entire planet.
Age: 16 years
Race: The Ancients
Age: 6520 years
Quote: “Chow’s ready. Also, in 5000 years I will devour you all.”
Rank: Lance Corporal
Age: 21 years
Quote: “If you got time to play video games, you got time to do push-ups.”
Rank: Lance Corporal
Race: Mole People
Age: 43 years
Quote: “May the gods have mercy on whatever was in that bunker, because I just filled it with hellfire.”
We have no idea if this is going to work, but we’re going to have fun trying. Here comes some legalese. We want you to play with this story. If you participate, Space Corps Comic has your permission to use your ideas. We want everyone to participate, but all characters, settings, stories, etc. remain copyright Space Corps Comic (c) 2012.
Gah. Legal stuff. I feel like I need to take a shower.
See you tomorrow.