Welcome to Level 99. Walk around. Make yourself at home. Take off your pants. Drink our beer. You bastard.
Get the official introduction here. And now! THE TOUR!
You’re getting in on the ground level of this project, and boy is it an exciting time to be you. You’ll be able to tell your grandchildren, “Timmy, I remember when Level 99 looked like shit (Just kidding, Race). Now, with its emotion sensors, neural transmitters, and virtual espresso bar, you kids don’t know how good you got it!” And you’d also be kind of a dick. Bonus points if you convince your children to name their son Timmy.
First things first (note how this is the fourth paragraph). Bookmark us. If you put us in your toolbar, you’ll get a favicon designed by me, the guy who *doesn’t* do the drawing. We update every Monday at the moment, as school and work are vital opportunities to avoid death by starvation. Give us money and maybe we’ll update on the first Friday of every month, as well. Just because we care. But for now, just stop on by once a week, listen to us rant, and check out the new comic.
Up at the top, under our killer banner, are a series of what I like to call “links” that will take you to various places in our “website” for your “enjoyment.” HOME will take you here. This is your home. Close the door when you leave. Are you really going to wear that outside? Guess where COMIC takes you. If you get confused and scared, just go HOME, you little sissy pansy, and each Monday’s blog will link you to the newest comic. From there, you can go back and forth, one at a time, through our archive. Click on ARCHIVE and you get a pretty list instead. Right now there’s only one, sad and alone. It’s cold and there are wolves. CHARACTERS is not yet fully realized, but it will be soon. Race and I will be there, and you can browse our bios. Any other characters that we feel need one will go there also. Befriend us, and who knows, you may be immortalized in an easily erasable digital format.
We’ll update every once in a while on our “off” days here at HOME with a post about some nonsensical topic that seems vitally important to us, but that Timmy will not care about. “Who cares about federal subsidies for video game production companies in France,” he asks.
Well, screw you, Timmy.