Evil Inc Shareholder Report: Comics, Campaigns, and a Clinical Confession
Updates from Evil Inc, a near-funded Kickstarter, behind-the-scenes anecdotes, and a spicy new flash fiction.
This week has been a whirlwind of comics, campaigns, and cartooning. With “Evil Inc After Dark: Full Stream Ahead” taking center stage, I’ve paused the main Evil Inc storyline to give you a sneak peek at the latest NSFW adventures. Add in a big Kickstarter milestone, a few personal highlights from the Reuben Awards, and a brand-new flash fiction excerpt that might raise a few eyebrows — and you’ve got plenty to catch up on.
Evil Inc storyline
I put the Evil Inc storyline on hold this week so I could share previews of “Evil Inc After Dark: Full Stream Ahead” on the Evil Inc website. (They're here and here … and they’re very NSFW.) Coming up next week… will Angus and Lighting Lady finally confess their love for one another?
Kickstarter update
Speaking of the Kickstarter campaign for “Evil Inc After Dark: Full Stream Ahead,” as of this writing, we’re about 90% of the way to our funding goal! If you haven’t gotten a chance to pledge yet, time is running out – and so are some of the rewards!
Frequently Asked Questions
Q.: What’s your advice for time management?
A.: Since I juggle a lot of projects — Evil Inc, EiAD, Commissions, ComicLab, Webcomics.com, Uncensored Artists, Spice Rack Comics, Wrong Way, etc. — I get this question very often.
Here’s my advice: Take the social media apps off your phone and charge your phone on the other side of the room when you go to bed. You’ll be amazed at how much time you win back by doing this. Between that and a simple method of writing lists (such as a notepad or an app), you’ve got this.
We talk about it in detail in episodes 402 and 403 of ComicLab.
NCS anecdotes
Although I wasn’t nominated for any awards at the National Cartoonists Society Reuben Awards this year, I was asked to present two of the awards, and that was very cool. I was able to hand the award for Best Newspaper Panel to my friend Dave Blazek (Loose Parts), whose cartooning is a constant source of joy and amazement to me.
And I got to award Reza Farazmand (Poorly Drawn Lines) for the Best Online Comic / Shortform category. That one was especially near and dear to my heart, and I said as much in presenting the prize. I noted that a shortform webcomic was utterly different than a newspaper comic strip in one significant way — shortform webcartoonists don’t have a guaranteed audience. Unlike newspaper strips, they can’t assume that the person who’s reading Tuesday’s strip also read Monday’s strip. And depending on the social-media algorithm of one of the several platforms they post on, their Tuesday reader might not see them again until a week from Thursday! No, webcartoonists have to earn their supper day after day after day. And the three people who were nominated did all of that and more.
The live recording of the ComicLab stage show at the NCS conference turned out wonderfully, and it will be released on the podcast this Thursday, September 11th.
😈 😈 😈 😈 Spice line 😈 😈 😈 😈
Patreon
For those who haven’t joined us on Patreon, you can get a taste of what members receive — without the commitment. On my Patreon Shop you can get…
Individual monthly packages — get all of my exclusives from one month
Evil Inc After Dark eComics
Themed collections like my Flash Fiction packages.
You can access these rewards without a recurring membership! And if you like what you see, you can always upgrade to unlock more of my work.
Clinical Comparison
Speaking of flash fictions, here’s an excerpt from a recent favorite, “Clinical Comparison.” When Harold tries to deliver his sample at a fertility clinic, the real breeding takes place in the next room — and his wife can’t keep the secret forever. (3893 words / approx. 15-minute read)
In this story, Harold is asked to give a sperm sample while his wife is being examined in the adjoining room.
On the table sat a tablet, already awake, its glowing screen displaying an “Adult Media Library.” Harold scrolled through the clinic-approved options, trying not to grimace.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered.
The selection was abysmal. Clips that looked like they were ripped from hotel pay-per-view in the early 2000s. Grainy softcore. A couple of grainy magazines scanned into PDFs — Playboy from the Reagan years, complete with articles about “compact disc players.”
Harold sighed. This is what I get. Laura’s next door getting… whatever she’s getting, and I’m stuck with Skin-a-max After Dark.
He tried to rally. “Come on,” he muttered to himself. “This isn’t about porn. This is about producing a sample. You can do this. Think about… cleavage. Think about that nurse…”
But as soon as he leaned back in the vinyl chair, specimen cup in hand, a sound drifted through the wall.
At first it was muffled voices — his wife’s bright laugh, a nurse’s calm instructions. Then another voice, low and resonant, like a bass note from a church organ.
“Aw, hell,” Harold whispered. That had to be the donor.
He tried to block it out, focusing on the tablet. He picked a video at random: some tanned guy in a Speedo stumbling into a poolside tryst with two blondes. It was all glossy smiles and fake moans. Harold started to stroke himself, willing his body to cooperate.
Then he heard it.
A squeak from the exam table next door. A stifled gasp from Laura. Then — unmistakably — a deep rumble of breath, half growl, half chuckle.
Harold froze. His erection wilted like a punctured balloon.
Don’t listen. Don’t think about it. Just focus on the porn. Blonde number two has big breasts. Round and firm, and just a little bit too large for her frame. Just the way you like ’em.
The blonde on the screen removed her top. She clearly had implants — one of those early-nineties boob-jobs that left her breasts looking like they were auditioning for Marty Feldman’s role in “Young Frankenstein.”
The sounds from the other room seeped in, clearer now. Laura’s voice, higher-pitched than he’d heard in years, was urging softly. The donor’s heavy footsteps. The creak of something massive adjusting its weight.
He tried to block it out by turning up the volume on the tablet, but that only made the porn soundtrack more ridiculous. The fake moans from the actresses sounded like cartoon chipmunks compared to the very real, very urgent noises next door.
And then came the clincher: Laura’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a long, throaty moan.
Harold’s hand stilled. He pressed his ear to the wall without even realizing it.
“Oh god,” he muttered, his stomach twisting. “She’s really…”
That’s it for this week’s mix of comics news, campaign updates, and spicy storytelling. Whether you’re following along with Evil Inc, backing the Kickstarter, listening to ComicLab, or dipping into my Patreon flash fictions, thanks for being part of this community. I’ve got even more in store next week — including some big developments for Angus and Lightning Lady — so stay tuned.