The Adventures of Superior Man and Lesser Girl

It is my dishumble non-responsibility to introduce you to our primary protagonists in this, their first publicized outing. Verily, be impressed by all I have brought you piglings.

Hello everyone, I’m Andrew, AKA EmoBoy (blame AnonymousGirl for that nickname sticking, kind-hearted bitch that she is), one of the creators behind this “pile of filth” you see before you. I’m not even sure if anyone is actually reading this yet, but I suppose it’s a father’s responsibility to have a baby shower, even if he doesn’t have any friends. Or something, you get the idea.

You know, I seriously wondered if this project would ever actually see the light of day. What began as a running gag between Euphony and I whenever we scrapped or argued while we were going out seems now to have spiralled out of control into a legitimate comic (well, at legitimate as you can be with only one strip done, but really, we’ve at least written more, promise). Originally, anytime I would make decisions or make authoritative statements around her or about us, she would adopt this horrific girly voice, thanking me for the masculinity that freed her of independant thought or strength and referring to me as the “superior man”. Eventually, fighting back, I would adopt this stupid hyper-male voice, referring to her as “Lesser Girl”. However, she still usually won as I could handle her parody far less well than she could handle mine.

We would then stumble upon the fact that a good friend of ours, Cassidy, was an accomplished artist (see above) and interested in comics. Add in the tireless coding efforts of our cantankerous and oft unsober overlord, it is finally online. And look, I can even post and shit. Wonders will never cease.

Voila, we have a comic up and running. Like, now, that’s the present, that’s the end of the story. Or the beginning, depending on your frame of reference.

Fin.

It’s called AirChinaPilot.

An artist who’s willing to do webcomics is like a single bi girl at a swinger’s convention: every “team” wants you as an “equal participant,” without actually thinking of what this entails on your part - yeah, you want me, but do I want both of you? The difference is that a webcomic artist commits more, comes less often, and is far less disposable.

It’s been over a year ago since EB and AG pitched this beast at me, using this particular script as an example. I ask you to think about how the pilot would look in text form - as even with editing, art and comments, it makes almost no sense. I remember thinking I don’t see how this is funny, and quietly rummaged for an opening to wriggle out.

But I was unemployed, dangerously bored, fighting depression, grieving, having applications rejected, wading through a cruel end to a once rewarding relationship, and within a few months, came head-to-head with my own gender issues. It was a shitty time, but at least I had this. So rather than shutting myself away, I stuck around, offered my suggestions and drew a lot of pictures.

This approach to lifestyle/emotional turmoil is called “sublimation,” and it works.

Over the months that followed, we saw much editing, arguing, conspiring, sketching, storyboarding, backtracking, programming, inking, scanning, lettering and brainstorming. Together we made this thing sing. Now it’s year later and here we are with a polyvocal gem for your thoughts. I hope you like it.

I remain,

Liminocentrist