It's been fun, and I'll miss you all! But things have come up in real life that makes it impossible for me to stick around any longer. Since this is so sudden, and I really do love you all, I think I owe you an explanation.
Pretty simply, I got a job! I know usually I say that I want to be a writer, or a doctor, but this is one of my earliest dreams: I'm actually working with NASA!!!! (On the ground though...not really astronaut material unfortunately). I don't really talk about it much, but I do have a lot of experience. It helps that I'm not a younger gal like I usually claim, I'm actually that 40-year-old guy your parents warned you about. Sorry. I didn't want to admit it since comics are usually thought of as a young-people's game and well...no one really wants to talk to the old guy. No offense to any of my brothers here, but you know what I'm talking about.
Though actually, I'm still not being honest with you. I'm sorry, it's habit. I've been hiding these things for so long, it's so hard to talk about them! The real reason I'm working with NASA: I have a fair amount of experience with space-flight, as I said. That experience comes in the form of an unfortunate joyride I took in my younger days, which ended with my crashing on this planet (I'm no Superman, haha!). Not being designed for this atmosphere, I'm a pretty sickly individual, thus why I complain of not feeling well so much of the time. Living in the land of space-squids and cosmic horrors (to your puny human minds, haha!) you can understand my fascination with H.P. Lovecraft.
But Icarus, (which is about as close as you can come to pronouncing my REAL name, by the way) you may ask, what about your guinea pigs? I live in a lab you dolts...why do you think I go through so many guinea pigs? It's not rocket science (yes it is! LOL).
Anyway, as I said, I love you all, I'll miss you, Live Long and Prosper! (sorry, little joke, couldn't help myself).