Ehm, so I thought I'd advertise my sprite comic a little because most of my few readers have disappeared during the Drunkduck reform to the Duck webcomics (damn that change).

As the comic itself is over 300-pages long, I made a little summary of the most important things that has happened.

Paper Cuts
The Story so far Part 1

I'll upload the other half of the summary tomorrow. And yes, the first half is full of typos and errors. Feelin' sleepy, see.

As for the comic itself, I started doing it as a complete amateur, that's why the first 100 pages are pretty horrible. The graphically improved and more reader-friendly part starts around 200. page or so.

Throw me some comments or bananas!

Alright then, perhaps a little briefing is in order.
Later this year I'm participating in English and History Abitur exams (Final exams of High School here in Finland). I'm already having my heads full on readin the history text books and making notes, and I god damn ain't gonna start the same thing with the English grammar book!
So how does that involve writing stuff? Well, because that's how I can improve my English skills. If you'd be so kind to point out at least the worst grammatical mistakes in my text, that would help me a lot to eradicate the problems I have in English language.
Of course, would be nice of you to comment the story as well.
So anyway, I've got four chapters and a prologue already made, but I think I'll start slowly and upload only prologue today.

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Prologue

An Army convoy rolled through sandy Nevada deserts, leaving a large cloud of sand floating in the air behind them. The leading Humvee with tinted windows turned right, off the main road, followed by four Army trucks. Without any signs of hesitation, vehicles passed a large sign, which stated the following: “Warning – weapon testing area – unauthorized personnel will be apprehended”.

The road led to a large compound surrounded by high-voltage iron fence. Inside the fence there was a huge main building, which was a weird mixture of fortress and office complex, barracks, fighter jet hangars and a few helipads with Apache helicopters on them.

Outside the iron-fence gate, there was a small, green tent that held inside a squad of five unfortunate soldiers that were in guard post that day. Drinking soda, cracking puns and playing Texas Hold ‘Em, they were trying to survive the last three hours of their turn. As the sound of the approaching convoy grew louder, the bored squad raised their heads and looked on each other.

“Must be the supply trucks. Two hours ahead of schedule. Evans, go check their ID’s” said the officer. Youngest of the five let out a sigh of frustration when he dropped his cards and walked lazily out, leaving the comfortable shade of the tent.

Private Evans signalled the convoy to stop. The leading Humvee stopped right left to him, and the tinted window of the right front door opened a bit – suspiciously not enough to reveal the passengers but enough to allow conversation.

“Excuse me, Sir, I need to see your ID before I can let you in the compound”, Private said, raising his hand to a lazy salute. He then gave a look to the rest of the convoy and started to wonder: if his memory served, there was supposed to be only two trucks. Whirring voice of an opening window made him turn his head back to the car. Private was going to ask about the extra trucks, but the words got stuck in his uvula.

Instead of looking face to face with a strict-looking officer giving him an ID card, he was looking at nasty-looking smile of a man with crystal-decorated blue helmet – and most importantly, some sort of weapon that seemed to be an extend of his arm directed straight to the Private’s chest.

“My name is Gemini Man, and this is how I identify myself”, he said with a soft, silent voice, and the thought of warning the others did merely have time to raise it’s head in poor Private’s mind, as the weird man fired his weapon. A bright-blue laser beam emitted from the hand cannon and pierced Pirate John Evans’ chest, killing the man. Private’s body fell in the ground, the look of surprise and the realisation of his impending death stuck on his young face.

It’s 20XX.

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Ps. The actual chapters are gonna have more lenght.