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Ghostbusters: Ecto-Charge!

Joe Bronson

"Joe Bronson, Graphic Design Major" Joe said, in his standard deadpan tone. "World famous artist of Gary the Geoduck."

Joe always greeted people this way on campus. most of the time it generated confusion, but it was worth it for those rare occasions when he meets somebody who reads the college paper's comics section. Gary the Geoduck was his latest creation. His last series, The Ominous Olympiad, was canceled prematurely. If you were to ask Joe the reason, he would tell you it was too "high concept" and the staff just didn't understand his metafictional creative vision. If you were to ask any other member of the staff, they'll tell you it was canned because it made absolutely no goddamn sense.

The storage room was a network of dust. It felt like every 30 seconds Joe would move a box or wipe off some old apparatus and be sent into a coughing fit. "Jeez, It's like the Sahara Desert in here." He quipped. "You think we're gonna make it out of here alive?"

His fellow students came across some weird backpack-looking things. As his peers speculated on what it might be, Joe wiped his watering eyes and went to take a closer look. He noticed a sort of nozzle attachment on them. He picked one up and took a closer look at it. "What, is this some sort of nuclear powered leaf blower or something?"

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Apologies for the delay. The good news is that there shouldn't be any more delays for the foreseeable future as my college classes are over.

My post will be out before Tuesday.

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Joe Bronson

Joe could tell that the professor was troubled by this whole ordeal. He was a little shaken himself as well. He was anticipating going to the nerf war himself but wasn't able to go because he procrastinated on this month's newspaper strips. He really liked the idea of making a card, this was right up his alley. "I could put together something and print it out for us all to sign" he suggested.

The professor then asked if he could help clearing out some space in his classroom's storage space. With class ending early Joe had some free time on his hands, and considering that he's late almost every day, some extra credit wouldn't go amiss. "I'm free as well. Let's get this done, I could use the credit" He stated.

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Posting this weekend

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Post! Apologies about it being a day late.

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Joe Bronson

Joe's wisecrack received no answer, but it served its purpose of making the situation a little bit less awkward, he thought at least. His legs grew tired as he stood in line for his turn, but at least he would still make it out of class before schedule. He put his podcast back on and waited patiently for his turn.

After a few minutes that felt like hours, he saw the brown-haired dude exit the gymnasium. He slowly made his way in behind him and sat down at the cubicle. "Sorry about earlier" he immediately said in a quiet voice. "I was uhhhh, studying! Yeah! I was studying mythology on my phone!" This wasn't entirely incorrect, as he was reading a graphic novel adaptation of Homer's Iliad, so he went with that.

The police officer interviewing him, seemingly not wanting to deal with Joe any further, ignored this. He simply showed him a picture of his classmate and asked if he had a positive or negative relationship.

"Kylie Griffin? I'd say neutral. I didn't really know her that well. She borrowed a bit of kneaded eraser from me once and never gave it back, but I would never assault somebody over that. Besides that, we never really interacted much"

The officer's face remained blank at this quip and simply dismissed him. He made his way over to where the brown-haired dude and the professor were standing, both to hear what they make of this situation, and also to ask what the next class assignment would be.

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Sorry about the Delay, college finals and all that. My post will be out before Friday.

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Joe Bronson

As the class continued, the sketches of ghosts in his notebook became more detailed. He started making specific characters and giving them rudimentary backstories. An old west snake-oil salesman here, a Civil War era Union Soldier there. "Maybe I could use some of these characters for next month's newspaper strips" he thought to himself. "Oh, what if I did one about the ghost of one of the founders of this college! The squares at the newspaper club might shut it down eventually, but I could probably get away with a few issues of some really hilarious stuff."

The sound of the door opening and the sudden influx of light into the dark room startled him. His glasses were still cracked, and he struggled to make out who had entered the classroom at first. His heart skipped another beat when he realized he was making direct eye contact again with the same cops who gave him nasty looks earlier that morning. He quickly buried his head into his notebook and pretended to not notice them, despite locking eyes a moment ago.

Just as he was starting to calm down, his anxiety flared right back up when he hear them mention wanting to speak with all the students about some kind of assault that happened last night. "Damnit, I was really hoping to never see those people ever again for the rest of my waking moments, and now I gotta talk to them" He though to himself. "Who the hell assaults somebody at a nerf war anyway? Shouldn't that relieve aggression?" Not wanting to be the first to talk to the cops who earlier had their investigation rudely interrupted by his clumsiness, he decided to wait for somebody else to start the line. Only then would he stand up and walk as slowly as he reasonably could with the intention of getting a place near the back of the line. He watched as the dude with brown hair who always sat in the middle seat started the line, and he immediately got up.

As he made his way over to the line, he noticed nobody had gotten up in front of him. It was too late to sit back down, and at this pace, he was gonna be second up to talk to the police. "Crap." he thought. He kept his head down as the sulked his way over to the line. Trying to brighten the mood, he decided to crack an on the fly and admittedly off-color joke to the dude with brown hair in front of him:

"Geez, did somebody bring a Glock to a nerf fight last night or something?"

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My post will be out before midnight PST

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Joe Bronson

-BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!-

Joe's eyes shot open at the sound of the alarm. He was up late last night working on this month's comics, and knew he hadn't gotten any more than 4 hours of sleep last night. Barely awake, he grabbed his phone and checked the time. He had 10 minutes to get to class. Not having the energy to get off the couch he had passed out onto, he rolled onto the floor and stood up.

"Eh, I'm late every other week and the professor hasn't commented on it yet." He thought to himself. He grabbed a nearby hoodie off the floor. It passed the sniff test. He threw it over the t-shirt and jeans he slept in, brushed his teeth and left the house as quickly as his lethargic body would allow him to.

Joe started his Saturday morning like always does, tuning into the latest installment of his favorite live podcast, Craig's Comic Chat Hour. He always enjoyed the host's turbulent interactions with guest callers. He always kept up with the latest releases, and hearing people discuss them live always made waking up early for Mythology class on a weekend morning a little easier. He always only saw the first few minutes of it live as he walked to class, but he always listened to the rest immediately after. Next on his Saturday morning routine was to pass through the red square and grab a cup of coffee on his way to class. His head was down, focused on his phone, and before he knew it, he had been served a fresh facefull of pavement.

Embarrassed, he stood up, put his phone and earbuds in his pocket, He adjusted his now cracked glasses and noticed the mess he had made. Joe had tripped over and knocked down a whole line of police tape right in front of a gawking crowd. He noticed some police officers giving some serious stink-eye. "Sorry!", he yelled out at them as he jogged away from the scene. Great. Not only did he make a fool of himself in front of a large crowd of people, he won't even be able to grab some coffee. He took an alternate route to class, making him even more late than he was before.

He entered the class and groggily made his way to a seat neat the back and pulled out his notebook. His notebook consisted more of sketches of the various creatures discussed in the class than notes on the actual stories about them. He looked at the projector. "So it's ghosts today, cool." he thought to himself as he begun to sketch little floating sheets with eye holes.