What’s Up With Yo Hood, Dawg? |
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Who made this crap?
My Hood is a creation from the moderately interesting mind of Victor Manuel. The art is horrible because Victor doesn’t have time to draw, so he takes pictures and puts them through a cartoon filter, and then adds words to the resulting mud pie. Any and all characters, locations, and events depicted
within The Hood and its confines are entirely fictitious, and any resemblance
to you or people you know is a total coincidence. Really. Trust me. Whose stories are those?
Mine. All Mine. I update them when I finish them. Unfinished ones should be taken as a sign that the author hasn't been reminded enough to complete them. Don’t you know only retards use MS Word
to make web pages?
Retards and Network Admins who
work too damned much to write the code on their own. You want to see some of
my real work? Well, the fourth iteration of www.orthorx.net
was mine, but you can't see it anymore because the fifth one's in place, so
you'll have to live an unfulfilled life. |
Wow, there
are a lot of characters.
I’ve been wanting to intro
several of them for a long time, but never really got around to it.
Okay, here’s a brief sentence about everyone who’s
appeared in more than one Hood.
Benjamin
Franklin, the kid down the street who sometimes plays with Terrance. He’s based
off of Ben Franklin, my childhood best friend and blood brother. Really.
William
Blum, based off of my neighbor Bill who lived across
the street in
Clem, the local KKK representative. He keeps the rest of the
neighborhood in line. He’s based off of every overt racist I’ve had to deal
with. Fortunately that’s not very many, but someone has to say his jokes, and
this is my guy. The guy in the picture is an actual KKK member, but he’s still
a nice guy. Except for wanting to enslave me. Yeah.
Roger
Cadenhead, aka Grond. Old
friend of Mike’s and a hard core gamer. Rog was the
most inventive DM I ever had, and my friend Matt agreed to be his stunt double
for the comic.
Karen
Williams is Mike’s wife, aka Honey, Sugarplum, and Beloved.
Bob MacIntyre is Mike’s boss. Very PHB kind of guy, and the
focus for every non-techie I’ve had to work for.
Elaine
Johnson is the nosey, yet quick-witted busybody who keeps track of the Hood.
Derf is Mike’s cow-orker and an
incredible geek. Yes, he talks in Leet-Speak 90% of
the time, no you can’t understand him, neither can Mike. My infinitely handsome
twin brother Zaphod agreed to be his stunt double.
Thanks, Z!
Sheila
is a neighbor girl who plays with
Michael
Williams, the hero of the comic and butt of every joke available. He moved to
Phyllis
Anglin Underbrink, the
office vixen and resident vegetarian, keeps Mike and Derf
on their toes with computer questions.
The Reverend Leonard Smith. Neighborhood preacher and
subverted racist, I unfortunately have met him in multiple people. They tend to
say things like, “Oh, I’m not racist, but I don’t like it when too many
Mexicans live on our street!”
Regina
Williams, beloved daughter. Far too smart for her precocious age.
Terrence
Williams, beloved son.
Known
to the neighborhood as The Captain, this uniformed wanderer ensures that all
people keep a high level of respect for The British Empire. The funny thing is
that at my old neighborhood, John really was known by them as “The Captain.”
Malcolm
Williams, Mike’s gay younger brother. He just hasn’t been the same since his
partner, the Honorable Mr. Tracey Haversham, passed
on in a freak gardening accident. .
Last revised: Yesterday