Strip 142 -- First Seen: 2009-03-31
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QV on a short break

QUANTUM VIVE is taking a break for a few weeks, as we prepare for Part 2 of the Novo Palermo story, and also for a Kickstarter campaign for Part 1, which will start in September.

In the meantime, Not-Safe.Space will continue, as a murder mystery begins and the relationship between Eithne and Diana develops in unexpected directions.

Not-Safe.Space is a NSFW strip but more than half the pages are SFW so I've set those to *not* require a Patreon membership. Readers should be able to follow the story without seeing the NSFW pages. If I've done this right.

Kickstarter successful and closed

The Kickstarter campaign for Not-Safe.Space Chapter 3 concluded successfully on April 21, and Scott extended the time allowed for late pledges until May 19.

Books have been ordered from the printer and Scott will be spending the next week or so setting up and sending the PDF files to those who asked for them.

(There are still six of you who have not responded to the survey asking for e-mail and snail-mail addresses, he'll do the best he can.)

Thanks to all for supporting this Kickstarter!

The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
On the Bridge of the Gamma Conqueror, the Weapons Officer looks over towards Admiral Harris with a concerned expression. Harris looks forward with eyes narrowed and jaw set.

Weapons Officer: Sir, there's a minor fluctuation in the beam. The impact area is expanding.

Harris: Complete the firing sequence.

Panel 2
In the cafe, looking at Billy in the comm screen over Emily's shoulder.
Emily: Quit fooling around, Billy.

Billy: I'm not! It's ---

Panel 3
As close in on the screen as you can get. Billy is being boiled alive in the energy beam fluctuation. Make this as grizzly as you can imagine, pull out all the stops – I want an image that will haunt readers in their nightmares.

Billy: EEEEEAAAAAGGGHHH!


Panel 4
Reverse view. Emily has fallen back in shock into Babbette's arms, who is shocked enough herself. Emily still holds her comm-arm up shakily, the screen now a blank white.
No dialog.