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|Working hours||[[We see Matt and J.M. in a darkened room. Matt is playing on his PS2, J.M. is looking on from behind. Matt doesn't appear to have slept, shaved, or bathed.]] / J.M.: How's your freelance work going? / Matt: What? / [[Switch view: Matt is slumped down right in front of the television, wrapped in a blanket]] / J.M.:...|
|That kind of attention||[[At a bar on a busy night, a voice pops up.]] / Voice: See, here's what I'm talking about. / [[A man at the bar is talking. He is bald and wearing a tank top. We can assume he has been drinking, and he is using frequent hand motions while he talks.]] / Man at the bar: People from warm places, right,...|
|Landscapes||[[Ian sits in a darkened room with glowing computers. He is holding a course catalog and looking up thoughtfully.]] / Ian: A class on landscapes? I'm weak there, I should sign up for that. / [[In a brightly lit classroom, a young, pretentious professor lectures.]] / Landscapes Professor: Before we start,...|
|Artc 312||Ian's art teacher: Take this piece for example: note how the background field of blue cut through with soft arches. / Ian's art teacher: See how it has an almost feminine quality to it? / To my mind, it evokes images of the natural world, the sky and sea, or, combining these two themes. The earth-mother. / Now,...|
|Moogles||[[Ian and Matt are discussing Ian's classes.]] / Matt: Maybe you're being too hard on your professors. / Ian: I might be if they weren't so totally and utterly wrong. Ideas you can get anywhere. Skills to express those ideas are what I need. Think about it. What do you get if you set a baby down...|
|Different faces, same story||[[A green forest in Ungoro Crater, a Gnome rogue named Cherabim rides on a mecha-strider]]
/ Cherabim: Wow! cool forest. / [[A very large dinosaur named Devilsaur comes out of trees, towering over Cherabim]]
/ Devilsaur: DANG, I'M HUGE!! / [[Devilsaur proceeds to bite the mecha-strider in half]]
|Rub rabbit||[[Micah appears to be playing a videogame while Helen massages his shoulders,]] / Helen: Hey Micah, give me a backrub. / Micah: Okay / [Micah is giving Helen a backrub] / Helen: I swear, every guy brags at the beginning about how they're a master masseur, but once you commit, you have to badger it out...|
|Recycle||[[Living room. Ian looks in on Matt]] / Ian: Your cousin is on the phone. Something about a baby. / Matt: Ooo. / [[Matt has picked up the phone]] / Matt: 7 pounds, 13 ounces? Hefty! / Ian: (off-frame) I don't know what the big deal is with kids. They are not hard to get. / [[Camera focus pulls back...|
|Auto Wash||[[Outside, Ian and Matt are looking into Ian's car. A little green robot is wandering around inside.]]
/ Ian: Easier than vacuuming.
/ Matt: What if he gets too big and rolls off with your car?
/ Ian: If I keep the doors locked, he might starve before that.
|FF Tic-Tacs||[[Ian lies on the couch, Matt and JM are standing next to him]] / JM: Guys, we need to divvy up some responsibility on cleaning the kitchen, because I'm tired of doing it all myself. / Ian: I'm exempt. / JM: Ian, the microwave is filthy too. / Ian: I don't use the microwave. / JM: What do you eat, then? / [[Ian...|
|FF Tic-Tacs Advanced||[[Jim is bringing Ian into the living room... in a wheelbarrow.]] / Jim: Our friend here is going to be a medical celebrity. / Matt: Sweet! / Ian: (sickly) ... / [[Jim explains the diagnosis; Ian (weakly) gives him the finger, still prone in the wheelbarrow.] / Jum: They found symptoms of scurvy, rickets,...|
|Alumni||[[College or seminar. There is a teacher/speaker type asking questions of an alumni guest.]] / College Speaker: Could you tell our students how best to apply themselves during college to break into the animation industry like you did? / Alumni: Actually, I had to pretty much retrain myself afterwards...|
|The Shut Up Game||[[Micah looks bored]] / Alan: Shut up. / [[Micah looks surprised]] / Micah: No, YOU shut up! / Alan: No, YOU shut up! / Micah: No... / [[Micah runs up the stairs]]
|Blogger (1)||[[Micah sits in front of his computer, looking simplistically happy. The angle of the monitor hides the screen from the viewer]] / [[Micah squints at the screen and raises an eyebrow, noticing something unusual]] / [[With his elbows out and eyes wide open, Micah presses both hands against the desk,...|
|Blogger (2)||[[Ian is sitting at a computer with an enraged Micah over his shoulder.]] / Ian: So... / Micah: My ex-girlfriend has a blog! Look! / [[Ian observes said blog.]] / [[Ian gets a disgusted look on his face.]] / Ian: Wow, I really did not need to read that about your penis. / Micah: NOBODY DID!|
|Blogger (3)||[[Micah is sulking angrily on the couch. Helen comes from behind and observes him.]] / [[Helen looks to make sure no one is around.]] / Helen: I think it's cute. / Micah: Not. Helping.|
|Blogger (end)||Matt: Gonna do anything about it? / Micah: No. It's not worth starting a fight over. / Micah: Still though... a globe-spanning network of millions of dollars in communications technology, and it's being used to slander my junks. / Matt: Technically, your junks have been libeled.|
|Star Dust?||[[Helen and her little sister are in the bathroom. It's morning, Helen is brushing her teeth and her little sister looks ready to go to school as she has her backpack on.]] / Helen's sister: My teacher said yesterday the moon only comes up at night. / [[Helen looks out the window and sees the moon in...|
|Darth Beth's Diner||[[A bar somewhere. A Moogle is sitting at the bar, with Darth Malak from KotOR on the left]] / Malak: *cough* So... / Moogle: Hmm? / Malak: How'd YOU turn to the Dark Side? / [[A desert. The moogle, now seen from the front, is on the left of the panel. A Stormtrooper is on the right]] / Stormtrooper: -CLICK-...|
|Apocalypse Meow||[[Drew stands before an audience consisting of Matt, JM, Ian, and the cat, all gathered around the couch. Matt looks particularly sloppy with messy hair, an unshaven face, and a loose tie]] / Drew: OK fellas, here's the deal. The world as we know it is going to end in our lifetime. / [[The focus is...|
|Place your bets now||[[JM and Matt are in a car, JM driving. Matt looks a bit haggard, as he is unshaven and his hair is all over the place.]]
/ JM: Aren't you worried about not having a job?
/ Matt: Nah, something will turn up. It always does.
/ JM: So you're just gonna- / <
|Buddy C.||[[Matt is in a blue dress shirt and tie looking upbeat, Ian is sitting on the couch doing pottery with an apron on.]] / Matt: One of my friends is leaving the store, so I'm taking her place. / Ian: You're not ready for retail. / [[Ian's eyebrows knit together, he gets a hardened look on his previously...|
|No Sad Girls Required||[[Matt is at behind the counter at his job. Ian walks in.]]
/ Ian: A COMIC book store? This isn't retail. This is a paid vacation.
/ Matt: I wish. I'm not saying it's not cool, but I'm completely new to running this place, and me and the boss have some... communication problems. / <
|E3 2005||Narration: Los Angeles isn't so much a city as a suburb that turned cancerous. / Narration: Unlike anime conventions, the scantily-clad women are paid to be that way. / Scantily-clad woman 1: I don't even know what I'm supposed to be, and it makes me look terrible. / Scantily-clad woman 2: No, no, you...|
|DDR||Narration: Rats are commonly used in behavioral psychology experiments. / Matt's boss: Why are you doing it like that!? Did I tell you to do it like that? / Narration: Normally, rewards or punishments are connected with an action or stimuli, which the rat learns to associate. / Matt's boss: Why are you...|
|Nerds Rope||[[The real world from the movie The Matrix is shown. A robot arm is about to pick one of the many capsules that contain humans in pinkish fluid.]] / [[Ian's fingers can now be seen, mimicking the robot arm in the action of picking a single nerd candy from a Nerds Rope.]] / [[Helen is looking at Ian...|
|Western Plaguelands||Drew: OK, since the last meeting was broken up by a collective attack of ADD, we'll try this again. Here's what I've got in mind. / Matt: It's a... farming commune? / Drew: Yeah, close enough. / Drew: We'll need to bring in a lot more people, but if we start preparing now, we could be ready by the time...|
|Totally Aryn's Quote||[[Scarlet Sentinel walks onto a battlefield.]] / [[Scarlet Sentinel picks up a sheet of paper.]] / Dialogue Box: Scarlet Sentinel receives loot: [Letter to the Scarlet Crusade]. / Letter: Dear Scarlet Doods, Please restock the Thorium Veins in your base. You're out. PS: IM IN UR BASE! IM KILLING...|
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|Ratties||[[Drew has tied Matt to a chair with duct tape. Ian pops in to investigate.]] / Matt: Mmmph! / Ian: What's up? / Drew: Social engineering. I'm going to eliminate Matt's phobias. / [[The point of view is from inside a cage of rats looking up at Drew.]] / Drew: It's too big a world out there to sit around...|
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