Dear False Positive Readers,
This is Ashley Walton, Mike’s sister and editor of False Positive. I have really terrible, awful news and a tiny bit of good news.
You might have noticed it’s been a couple years since we’ve posted anything on this website. Well, brace yourself for the saddest update I’ll ever share.
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OK, the astronaut’s presence confirms that she’s Macready.
Implied: “Silly girl. I sacrificed my own daughter to get here. I owe no allegiance to humanity.”
and the plot thickens even more.
‘Cruel, cruel hobbitses ‘. Of course I refer (in the singular) to the cruel Mike Walton, for the anxiety and agony he inflicts upon us, the wretched addicts of his works who writhe in sickness and agony for the next dose of his art. Myself, I deliberately avoided reading this comic for weeks in the hope that when I returned I’d have a completed story to imbibe and not a still-unfinished one still being titrated in drips and drabs to a horde of desperate junkies begging for more. Mike, you’re a sadist.
All clowning aside, Mike Walton, you’re the best. The very best. You know that, don’t you? The best I’ve seen in this genre, for sure. And you know what? Despite over fifty years of reading, I never knew what a “mew” was until I read your stuff. And it took a bit of research to learn what your character meant by saying “a modern Tartarus” (and me, an avid history buff). You, a brilliant artist and writer, who creates all his own stuff. And who does his research and makes his readers think. It doesn’t get any better, and in my book there’s nobody better at this than you.
And that roomful of movie and fiction icons, when I saw the statue of Pazuzu amongst so many other items evoking so much memory and emotion, well…I’ve never felt any same-sex romantic yearnings but at that very point I wondered “Is it right for me to have feelings like this for another man…?”
Seriously, you are the best. Please keep it up. But a little faster, maybe.
Many humble thanks.
You are welcome.
And thank you.
Cheers!
I know it’s a bit trite to say this, but after the eloquence of Mr. LeDouche I am left with little choice than to meekly state “What he said.’
I look forward to every new piece of this great, interwoven puzzle of a universe you have been building over the last few years. I’ve had chills, joy, and painful shocks. Though the comedic moments are near-nonexistent, the ironic tragedy pulls me ever on, and keeps me coming back week after week. Please keep up the amazing work.
So yeah…what he said.
You guys are cool.
Thanks for taking the time to share your encouragement.
While the astronaut may retain enough freedom of action and will to be playing a long con like Harry Dresden in blood Masks ( he never seemed too thrilled to meet the big bad leader of the fanatics, even after his servitors restored him to life), I suspect the wee little witch is getting with the braggadoccio intro in Missionary man –