Dissociation repost
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lb_leeText-only transcription is at the bottom!
Text-Only Transcription for Screen-Reader Folks (everyone else can skip to the bottom)
[Full-page image of gray sky with clouds across it. The lettering is rigged to resemble the old electric typewriter font we used for the rest of Dissociation.]
Dissociation, by LB Lee
[The cover, showing a clear sky, muddled only by a couple clouds. A person with long dark hair stares up into it with a vacant smile and tears on their face.]
Pg. 1
[The comic's letters are cut out from a typewriter print-out, juxtaposed with seemingly unrelated images.]
There are warning signs,
usually, [a yield sign, in front of a barred, boarded up window]
but you can't
or won't
heed them. [the sign and boarded up shop front is now in the background as a bicyclist zooms by]
You may not even recognize
them
until too late. [the bicyclist is now mostly in the corner, zipping by an office window. The cyclist waves at an office worker sitting by the window, but the worker doesn't notice, too busy talking on the phone]
It doesn't take much.
Just one word. [A close-up on the office worker's face. He's shouting angrily into the phone.]
One
more
thing
than you can handle. [Reversal of camera angle. Now the viewer is looking from inside the office out the worker's window, looking out on a bridge. A tiny figure is leaning on the railing.]
One little push.
And suddenly... [Closer on the person against the railing]
Pg. 2
Sanity is no longer the best option. [The person stands at the railing. The camera hovers above, showing the traffic speeding towards the bridge from below.]
Pg. 3
You may not even notice
[the person stands staring into the sky, and over their eyes are the words] something's wrong
at first
In fact, you might feel
better. [Close-up on the person's smile]
Everything's beautiful [a happy smiling sun, a cute cauliflower tree, half the person's smiling face]
and nothing hurts [dark sky, a crescent moon, the tree is now leafless and burning, and tears are running down the person's face]
Ignore everything strange. [the person wipes the tears away, looking vaguely puzzled in the nightscape]
It's just trying to confuse you. [The happy smiling sun is back. The person pushes back their hair and smiles, though the tears keep coming]
Pg. 4
You know you're not supposed to throw yourself in traffic,
but you can't
remember why? [the smiling sun is back, and the person starts to climb over the bridge railing as the cars speed by]
Then your imaginary friend shows up. [A large man in a turtleneck rushes over, tugs the person back from the railing; the person only registers mild surprise]
[The man grips the person by the shoulders, speaks intently; the person just smiles vacantly and stares out at the viewer]
He says you need to call your friend.
Right now.
It's very important.
You suspect he's trying to trick you, [lines blurring, the person appears to give the idea comedic consideration, while the man, still in focus, grips his face with anxiety and alarm]
[letters getting uneven] but he's always been
trustworthy in the past, so okay. [The person beams and gives the man a thumb's up; its lines are disintegrating; the man still looks deeply alarmed, but a little reassured]
Pg. 5
[the panel lines are jittery, the backgrounds such a mess of lines as to be completely unrecognizable, the person a blob of hair, smile, and tears. The words scatter all over the panels, almost impossible to follow]
Things get kind of
hazy
after
that. [the person walks through haze, still smiling, still crying]
You
must
have
walked
a
very
long
way [still walking, a vague shape of a maybe-car and possible street signs]
Apparently
someone
called
you.
But
you
can't
remember. [the blobbed person smiles and talks on a phone shape]
Somehow
you
get
to
your
friend's
house. [the person reaches a melted dark house and presses the doorbell, only recognizable for it's 'ding dong' sound effect]
[The door opens, and a girl with dreadlocks and a raggedy shirt opens. She alone is composed of sharp, easily recognizable lines.]
Person: [in shaky hand-written text] I am in an altered state.
Friend: OK. Want to watch Disney films with me?
Person: Yes.
[Fade to black. The typewritten letters manage to pull themselves together to form almost proper lines.]
There isn't even
haze after that.
You just remember
one
thing:
you have very nice friends.
Text-Only Transcription for Screen-Reader Folks (everyone else can skip to the bottom)
[Full-page image of gray sky with clouds across it. The lettering is rigged to resemble the old electric typewriter font we used for the rest of Dissociation.]
Dissociation, by LB Lee
[The cover, showing a clear sky, muddled only by a couple clouds. A person with long dark hair stares up into it with a vacant smile and tears on their face.]
Pg. 1
[The comic's letters are cut out from a typewriter print-out, juxtaposed with seemingly unrelated images.]
There are warning signs,
usually, [a yield sign, in front of a barred, boarded up window]
but you can't
or won't
heed them. [the sign and boarded up shop front is now in the background as a bicyclist zooms by]
You may not even recognize
them
until too late. [the bicyclist is now mostly in the corner, zipping by an office window. The cyclist waves at an office worker sitting by the window, but the worker doesn't notice, too busy talking on the phone]
It doesn't take much.
Just one word. [A close-up on the office worker's face. He's shouting angrily into the phone.]
One
more
thing
than you can handle. [Reversal of camera angle. Now the viewer is looking from inside the office out the worker's window, looking out on a bridge. A tiny figure is leaning on the railing.]
One little push.
And suddenly... [Closer on the person against the railing]
Pg. 2
Sanity is no longer the best option. [The person stands at the railing. The camera hovers above, showing the traffic speeding towards the bridge from below.]
Pg. 3
You may not even notice
[the person stands staring into the sky, and over their eyes are the words] something's wrong
at first
In fact, you might feel
better. [Close-up on the person's smile]
Everything's beautiful [a happy smiling sun, a cute cauliflower tree, half the person's smiling face]
and nothing hurts [dark sky, a crescent moon, the tree is now leafless and burning, and tears are running down the person's face]
Ignore everything strange. [the person wipes the tears away, looking vaguely puzzled in the nightscape]
It's just trying to confuse you. [The happy smiling sun is back. The person pushes back their hair and smiles, though the tears keep coming]
Pg. 4
You know you're not supposed to throw yourself in traffic,
but you can't
remember why? [the smiling sun is back, and the person starts to climb over the bridge railing as the cars speed by]
Then your imaginary friend shows up. [A large man in a turtleneck rushes over, tugs the person back from the railing; the person only registers mild surprise]
[The man grips the person by the shoulders, speaks intently; the person just smiles vacantly and stares out at the viewer]
He says you need to call your friend.
Right now.
It's very important.
You suspect he's trying to trick you, [lines blurring, the person appears to give the idea comedic consideration, while the man, still in focus, grips his face with anxiety and alarm]
[letters getting uneven] but he's always been
trustworthy in the past, so okay. [The person beams and gives the man a thumb's up; its lines are disintegrating; the man still looks deeply alarmed, but a little reassured]
Pg. 5
[the panel lines are jittery, the backgrounds such a mess of lines as to be completely unrecognizable, the person a blob of hair, smile, and tears. The words scatter all over the panels, almost impossible to follow]
Things get kind of
hazy
after
that. [the person walks through haze, still smiling, still crying]
You
must
have
walked
a
very
long
way [still walking, a vague shape of a maybe-car and possible street signs]
Apparently
someone
called
you.
But
you
can't
remember. [the blobbed person smiles and talks on a phone shape]
Somehow
you
get
to
your
friend's
house. [the person reaches a melted dark house and presses the doorbell, only recognizable for it's 'ding dong' sound effect]
[The door opens, and a girl with dreadlocks and a raggedy shirt opens. She alone is composed of sharp, easily recognizable lines.]
Person: [in shaky hand-written text] I am in an altered state.
Friend: OK. Want to watch Disney films with me?
Person: Yes.
[Fade to black. The typewritten letters manage to pull themselves together to form almost proper lines.]
There isn't even
haze after that.
You just remember
one
thing:
you have very nice friends.
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Date: 2018-11-09 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-11-10 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-11-10 05:03 pm (UTC)Oh man, while I'm glad the comic served you, I'm sorry it had to!
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Date: 2018-11-15 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-11-15 06:12 pm (UTC)Ah, the thing is, I can't even log into it now; my account exists, the files still exist, but the cracks of sunshine back end seems to be completely inaccessible, if not outright gone. I am super perplexed by this and have no clue why, since I hadn't changed anything or added anything in ages. It must be an update problem, but no clue how to undo it.
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Date: 2018-11-15 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-11-15 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-11-16 04:15 pm (UTC)Honestly, uploading was a big enough pain all on it's own that I'm thinking I'll just go back to using DW or hm.com itself. At least if something goes wrong there, I understand how to fix it!
And Cracks of Sunshine was over a hundred strips. With that much to upload, I think I'd rather just give it up, make it pay only.
--Rogan
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Date: 2018-11-16 07:25 pm (UTC)