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.
What happens when they get eaten down to the bone…?
Conga line’s getting a bit unwieldly. Where’s the guy with the flamethrower when we need him?
What happened to the cord that was under the Axe?
When it was cut the two halves attached themselves to pistol-agent-man and axe-agent-lady
Is the goop slowly consuming the hosts? The one in the back, who I assume was infected before the ones in the front, seems to be decomposing.
Battle damage.
My take on that is, when the specimen wants to add a new member, it partially dissolves some of the host’s flesh so that it can be extended as a tether. Newly-joined members are pretty intact, but some flesh must be “reconfigured” as a tether long enough to reach a target; it’s not as much DEcomposing as it would be REcomposing.
It’s a brainy-chain, just like a daisy chain but…
Come on everyone! Conga!
Currently recovering from surgery here, and a big lump of surgical glue closing a wound on my collarbone looks unsettlingly like this. 😀
So, do it make you kind of wonder (while you’re reading this) what, EXACTLY, they did to you while you were unconscious?
oooo-OOOOO-oooo!
At first I thought you wrote, “what did you do while you were unconscious”, to which I was prepared to reply, “I didn’t exist”. 🙂
I’d love to see the video tape of the surgery, but regrettably lawsuits prevent that. It was really fascinating talking to the doctors and nurses about the process.
Interesting how they just seem to stand there as the fleshy stuff tries to get at their brain. Stoically accepting their fate? Hahah, probably not. They’re already dead.
They don’t look like particularly unhappy fungus-people. For False Positive, this lab is almost a utopia.
Everybody exit the premises single file and be careful not to trip on the next person’s snot rope.
At first I thought the guy was going to the bathroom, I was just thinking.
-:” Wait is it really neccesary for that guy to go JUST now?”
All things considered, I would have no trouble understanding someone’s need to relieve their bowels in this kind of situation…
I think that happens anyway, just as the snot-rope hits them in the face…
Run!! Anyone else wondering how does this create see? It seems to have covered/melted the eyes of the host bodies but has none of its own…
One minute from Armageddon…
Hmm… It appears to be doing a really good job of dissolving inorganic material (clothing) as well as the organic…
Since a lot of clothing can be assumed to be cotton or wool it is still technically organic. As for getting through the hazmat suits it could either have produced a strong enough solvent or had one of its bodies just rip the headpiece off.
Please continue to make excellent free comics for me to enjoy, at whatever pace works for you. It sucks not to keep up with a timeline you’ve set yourself, but it’s not going to keep me from loving your work. It kicks ass, and I’m a fool for not tracking down the comics yet.
Interesting. the two who were splattered by the cut tube are holding hands (aww) and the stuff is growing between their hands, so we now have a y shaped section in the conga line of death, but still connected.
It’s gonna straighten out the branch, to reunite the line! How sweet! All for one, and One from all!!
Panel one – office email: “leftover sandwiches in the breakroom”
Or more accurately, “Fresh snacks are headed FOR the breakroom.”
Worst game of telephone, ever.
I’d say they got it all wired together quite nicely…