THRILL-PIPE EXCLUSIVE PROG 1683 SNEAK PEEK!

Ladies, gentlemen and filthy internet dwelling vermin, I, Pye-01 the fortunate, am so blown away by the latest 2000 AD cover I'm working on that I feel it's only fair to share my excitement with everyone. The Mighty One have given me permission to show you a sneak peak of the totally zarjaz cover art for prog 1683, a good 2-3 weeks before you would normally get to see it. Totally exclusive to the Thrill-Pipe!

Enjoy!

Damage Report 1681

PYE-01 plans a visit to the Gadget Show exhibition at the NEC tomorrow, and relishes the rare opportunity for a day off galavanting about. The only potential blot on the horizon is that he might get categorised as stock rather than visitor, and get snaffled by some unscrupulous hume inventor intent on furthering (admittedly limited) A.I. research...

Damage Report 1680

Relief sweeps the Nerve Centre when the news breaks that the Large Hadron Collider has been switched on and we haven’t all been sucked up into our own wastepipes. The Mighty One regards the particle experiments with bemusement, reasoning that he’s been firing high-energy Thrilltrons into this reality every week for three decades and no one’s combusted yet...

Damage Report 1679

Cyber-Matt returns following two weeks’ leave on apocalyptic nappy-changing duty for his and Em-bot’s newly constructed droidling E-V (thanks to the reactivated AALN-2 for covering the progs in his absence). While it makes a change not to have fizzy yellow poo squirted at you at regular intervals, The Might One ensures there’ll always be plenty to hit the fan...

Damage Report 1678

File naming confusion this week, as R1f4 assumes “The King’s Bastard” is a piece of comedic file naming from PYE-01 and much amusement ensues. It joins the pantheon of other classically named files on the 2000 AD server, including: “OPERATION MOTHERF***ER” “WON’T DELETE FOR SOME REASON” and the near legendary “f**k knows what this is” ...

Job Description

While meandering in the kitchen, making a drokking strong cup of coffee, the fear inspiring KING-SLAY1 charged over and ordered my immediate cleaning of his empty milk bottle as he was running late for his daily bellowing. Leaving a collection of trembling droids in his wake he shouted something about how I shouldn't worry as my contract had been rewritten to include potwashing - effective immediately - as a way to quantify my existence.

Coffee was nice though...