Grrl Power #1303 – Unreliable narrator
Blushing Peggy, adorkably cute Sydney, sexy (if imaginary and embellished) Maxima. This is one of my favorite pages I’ve done in a while.
A lot of you guessed something like this, or basically nailed it exactly. It’s not like I didn’t telegraph the heck out of it. The only other way this was going to end would be the truck coming down next to her or against the helicopter making a nice shady pup tent for Peggy, with the passenger she headshot slowly bleeding his face blood all over her. Or maybe it’d come down on top of the choppa, snapping her leg off like a cigar cutter.
But then this flashback was prefaced with Peggy and Max’s meet-not-so-cute, so Maxima saving the day, or saving that particular part of the day, was probably fairly predictable. Peggy doesn’t remember the attack on the helicopter or the crash, but the pilot did get off a “Oh damn! I can no longer clap mah cheeks cause I just got shot in the ass!” call. Probably something more military sounding, but I’ve never piloted a crashing eggbeater so who knows what I’d blurt out when my vehicle was spinning on all six axes. So Max went out looking, homed in on the smoke, heard the explosion, then spent a Main Character Point to arrive at exactly the right time to bitchslap the truck into early retirement. (I am reliably assured that Hilux will probably still run. Just needs a little love with a shammy cloth. Might need the wiper fluid topped off.) Maybe it was a Dramatic Entrance Point. She’d fought enough other local supers at this point to have a variety of options.
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Dabbler went somewhere tropical, in a very small bikini. As you might guess, it doesn’t stay on for long, which of course, you can see over at Patreon. Also she has an incident with “lotion,” and there’s a bonus comic page as well.
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MILF – Maxima I’d Like to Fraternize with.
I guess Dabbler wasn’t the only one with interest?
Heh, Hell I’M interested :P And I’m happily married. Max looks like a couple of the Colt’s Cheerleaders I met working security at the RCA dome in Indianapolis a few years before they tore it down. Not a single one was less than a “C” cup in the lot, One gal had “EE” 0-0. Granted, I wasn’t rich enough to merit any attention, but it’s fun to think it. Besides, I was old enough to be their dad!
I am pretty sure that is the POV of everybody getting rescued by Maxima
I just got done using the last chapter as an example of the difference between the male and female gaze, and then you pull this
“You can really tell this was drawn by a woman. No man would think to include a visual representation of that shiver up your spine”
*next page*…. Aaand here’s the most Michael Bay shot I’ve ever seen
I am constantly amazed at how good DaveB’s artwork is, especially his detail to human anatomy and muscle groups.
Not sure if those two count as ‘muscles’…
Certainly count as groups though ;)
If you’ve got two arms, anyway. I’m a mechanical engineer with a side interest in anatomy, and fitting multiple arms as close together as Dabler’s just doesn’t look anatomically feasible to me.
Look at a real human: Half the back is covered with muscles dedicated to moving the shoulder and arm. Then there’s the clavicle on the front. You could probably get by without that, honestly, by making the front musculature more like the back, but the overlapping muscle groups really demand the arms be spaced out.
You know… the first time I read this, I totally missed Max’s hand in the last panel. That says so much about the kind of person she is. Wonderfully and subtly done, @DaveB.
Aww Peggy has a crush.