In normal life, the people who play at BOM are normal people (or as normal as people can get when they send hundreds of tiny people to terrible deaths and laugh hysterically afterwards). They lead normal lives and normally have normal relationships with people. In this Webcomic we wish to capture...absolutely none of that boring normality!
In this comic by Andrew Uhmeyer (and graciously commented on by the world renowned Trevy, also the main character of this illustrious work of digital internet literature), the formerly mentioned normal people will be revealed as completely abnormal people, who lead abnormal lives of abnormal adventure, intrigue and abnormal miniature gaming. These comics will reveal the abnormalities of the inner human psyche in it's innate ability to create cruel jokes out of anything and everything at all.
The BOM Webcomic is based off of (and makes fun of) Battle-Gaming of Massachusetts:
E-mail us at: massbattles@hotmail.com
No flames please, just constructive criticism.
The Webcomic production has skidded to a halt as of late, and for this, we at BOM repent. Between Andy's robot-building exploits and Trevy becoming deathly ill (yep, and I mean really deathly), the chance to create webcomics is limited. Instead of a Webcomic for the past like...three weeks, we'll give you something almost, but not as cool!
Yay, an enourmous robot!
And heres...ummmm...the stuff that makes it go.
Yep,it's controlled by an Xbox controller. That just makes it all the cooler!
And this, my friends, is a Potato Cannon...
Hah! Abbadon's a fool, isn't he?
Oh, and the Planet Killer Monster Super Demon is really Liam.
Yay, Intro to Boffer and LARP: 5 credits, Honors. (yep, course selection time is here guys). This segment is kinda' self explanitory, but you'll need it to understand many of our future (and past!) jokes.
Oops, we forgot 'Trevy at Arisia: pt. 4' Oh well, no one needs a part 4 anyway!
For those who don't know, Realms (formerly known as 'Realms of Wonder', and subsequently got sued by a certain Lazer Tag company) is a small New England boffer LARP whcih ran a small publicity module at Arisia. In this module, I ran into a situation identical to this one (suprise!) in which small town pretended to be filled with legitimate buisnessmen. In an attempt to emulate a certain character who will go unnamed, and happened to be an asshole ninja-pirate with a magic sword, I attracted the unwanted attention of some of the oldbies who subesquently beat me to death with pluming supplies. Not only are ninja-pirates an oxymoron but this guy was such an asshole that any association with him whatsoever was despicable!
At Arisia '07, my first con, the elevators failed to operate properly and because of which were the source of much consternation from the congoers located on level 15. The elevator breakdown was probably the unhappy result of putting too many overweight people with glasses in them, but still, it sucked. At Arisia '08, however, the elevators were properly fixed. Of course, this was probably because NO ONE used them after the incident the year before. Just in case, however, I got a room on level 3 which was easily accesable by stair, a luxury not extended to me during my stay in a room on the 15th floor the prior year.
Yep, I hope that in this comic, I have accurately described almost every Anime movie known to man. They seem to be overfilled with terrible, cliché bad guys and horrible monsters and in seemingly every one, Tokyo is destroyed in some way. The hero, of course, always gets laid by some bouncy bikini chick and all lizards HAVE TO shoot lasers out of their eyes. It's an absolute must.
Yep, this is what they subjected me to at Arisia...horrible, ain't it?
I've been urging Andy to do a small segment about Arisia '08 for a while, and now that I have control (muhahaha!) I can! The dealers at Arisia (a small con in Boston, for those who don't know) are not the best I've ever seen. My main complaint is that they sell NO Warhammer figures, or GW games of any kind for that matter. Every year I peruse the Dealer's Row in search of a single, solitary probably outdated Ork box, just as a reassurance that GW has not gone completely broke from my not purchasing their products in the short weekend that I sacrifice bloodily upon the alter of Arisia, but to no avail. I beleive it should also be noted that I hate Settlers of Catan with a passion. Most of the other BOM Immortals are avid SoC players, but not I. Every time I try to play I get a stupid escuse like 'Oh, it's only for 4 people' or 'It'll take too long to teach you.' Eventually, I just gave up trying altogether.
I'd also like to point out that the dealer is the first ever 'NPC' in the comic. For those who have lived in a cave since the advent of the 1980's AD&D, an NPC stands for 'Non-player Character'. They're basically characters who are controlled by the GM and not by any player. In this case, however, an NPC will mean any character that hasn't been given one of those ridiculous 'Andy Sheets' that that weirdo makes (leaping Pandas and maniacal robots excepted of course). Note also that the 'NPC' has no face or hands and acts in a perfectly pre-programmed manner, because we all know; NPCs aren't real people.
So I've been temporarily been put in charge of the Webcomic, no big deal, right? Of course, this will probably mean that our loyal readers will be subjected to several weeks of torturous, bizarre and inhumorous Trevy-jokes, but not much could be worse than what we have right now. Oh, and sorry for the terrible quality, I hope to fix that soon.
Yes, I know it's bizarre but hey, if you weren't into bizarre stuff you wouldn't be reading this comic right now, would you?
The origianol idea for 'Panda Toss' came from Warcraft: The Frozen Throne. I built a custom character based on the Pandaren Brewmaster that could use abilities that did things like summoning pandas from the ground. And one of his abilities, of course was...Panda Toss! In this, he literally threw a baby panda bear at some one and killed them. It killed the baby too, but who cares! 'Twas funny.
Yeah, a lot of this stuff is actually true. This may seem incredible considering the nature of the medium, but believe it. However a few things may need to be cleared up. The fact that I have no soul remaining is a by-product of the fact that I play Nids. People would also speculate this this would account for the fact that Eliot should have less than 100% soul (due to the fact that he plays 'Crons, or tin cans) but Andy wrote this..so what can we do?
Also, Eliot's Impenetrable Force Feild is an energy barrier conjured directly from his ability to say "Ka-Pwing" as or immediately after harm would be done to him. Note: This Sheild also miraculously protects against mental and verbal abuse as well. Amazing.
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