You may have noticed the comparative dearth of pages lately. Don’t riot! I’m but human, and most of you aren’t paying me. I assure you, Jenn and I are busy as ever spinning the twin plates of RS200’s imminent release and Rising Sand’s tenth anniversary, each of which will shine brighter than the other, at least on a quantum level, while you’re not looking. To be honest, you’d be wise to prep your fanart for that latter one, but we can worry about it another time; I’m here to rap about space pineapple.
A year and change ago, I was walking down the street when I tripped over The Space Between by fellow weirdos Wave and Squimoo. ‘Who leaves a perfectly extant webcomic lying in the street,’ I wondered aloud, cradling my freshly-scuffed knee in the middle of a three-lane avenue, where I’d been walking, because I obey no traffic signage. Little did I know my question would be met not with answers, but excellent character design and stellar layouts that made me an immediate fan of the story, and of Squimoo’s work in general. Several months into my tenure as TSB fanclub loremaster, I told her I’d do the unthinkable: work for a comic that isn’t Rising Sand. And lo, I have made good on this threat by providing a brief epilogue page to TSB’s third chapter.
Stop what you’re doing and read it here!
And, for a bit more about my experience making this thing, check our Patreon!
I’ve been fortunate enough to watch the third chapter of this high-quality sci-fi comedy adventure come together on the ground floor in real time, and I’m so grateful—not only to have been given the chance to undercut the chapter’s tense ending by providing a wacky coda about the most sensible place for a buxom woman to store her keys, but to have found such allies in other creators who care deeply about the craft of sequential narrative. Thank you both for letting me be a part of TSB! I can only imagine RS readers have not heard or seen the last of Feri and Vex—whether they want to or not.
All the love in the world to my Emotional Support Puffin for trusting me with this ridiculous endeavour.
The first of many.
—Ty
