Comics Tagged : quarantine
Opening Up
Strip Info
- Title
- Opening Up
- Date
- July 16, 2020
- Tags
- Becky, castle, controversy, COVID, crowd, dumb things people do, emergency, King, life or death situation, lockdown, Murder Fog, politics, quarantine, The Kingdumb, villagers, white people
- Notes
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This is probably my most political comic to date. It blew up on Reddit. I think it even made it to the front page. People used the comments as a place to debate COVID-19 lockdown re-opening. The debate got so heated that the moderators of r/funny actually took it down.
Transcript
- Panel 1 : Ext. Castle Courtyard – Day
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A King addresses a crowd of his subjects from the top of a high wall.
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- King
- My loyal subjects.. I’ve decided to reopen the castle!
- Panel 2 : Int. Castle Courtyard – Continuous
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From the crowd below, a lowly subject speaks up. Behind him is the main gate of the castle. On the other side of that, a green fog can be seen lingering right over the wall.
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- Subject
- But Your Majesty! The Murder Fog is right outside the gates! We’ll be killed!
- Panel 3 : Int. Castle Courtyard – Time
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The king motions to a group of three younger people to his left. They look insufferable. Like mideval hipsters.
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- King
- I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I have no choice… Beck and her friends MUST BRUNCH!
The 2 Types of Self-Quarantine
Strip Info
- Title
- The 2 Types of Self-Quarantine
- Date
- March 15, 2020
- Tags
- anti-social, anxiety, couch, COVID, hazmat suit, Kevin, pandemic, quarantine, single panel, two types of people
Transcript
- Panel 1 : Int. Living Room – Evening
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Kevin slumps on the couch, playing a video game. His eyes sleepy. His hair disheveled. He hasn’t shaved. Empty delivery container, dirty laundry, and trash are strewn everywhere. He’s wearing sweatpants and only one sock – that has a hole in it.
- Panel 2 : Int. Living Room – Alternate Timeline
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Kevin sits perfectly erect on the same couch in a bright orange hazmat suit. His living room is sparkling clean. His face is frozen in a wide, toothy smile of anxiety. Sweat beads on his brow. On the endtable sits a single glass of red wine. He’ll never drink it.