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9 thoughts on “558 – Cotton Clad Calamity”

  1. Raznaak

    Yup, he’s a bastard XD

  2. Dr. Norman (not a real doctor)

    Are those pajamas available in XXXL in the gift shop?

  3. Otaku

    It’s been a while, so let me ask: Did we get a reason for him to WANT Susie dead? Not to backseat, but if we didn’t, I’m worried were about to move into “Stupid Evil” territory. Now, stupid happens, don’t get me wrong. It’s not bad storytelling for that to be the case here.

    You’ve just done a good job NOT having that be a driving factor, so the “Kill off the stars of my successful reality TV show.” seems shortsighted, otherwise. Oh, I guess I could be mistaken about the in-story reality TV show’s success. Like, if the company behind them is losing money, or they think a change in management at the ranch would make the whole thing more popular/profitable, then I can see the above scenario happening as well.

    I REALLY think I’m just forgetting something important, but that I don’t have time to deep dive to remind me of, hence the comment. >_<

    1. Deoxy

      It certainly has been stretched out over quite a while, but there have definitely been hints from quite near the beginning that whoever is running the reality TV show definitely wants her dead.

      But I certainly don’t recall any reason why.

      1. Clint

        Yeah it’s fair to not remember since it’s been a hot minute (many, many minutes) but if you feel like a refresher the most relevant bits would be the beginning of Episode 8 and the end of Episode 15. We haven’t explicitly spelled out exactly what The Exec means by his “side hustle” or who was on the other end of that phone call, though.

        I’m hoping that when the whole thing is eventually available it will make sense, or at least enough sense to have hung this narrative on.

        1. Otaku

          Thanks for the replies, Deoxy and Clint. Yeah, I’d totally forgotten about those things. Good to know!

  4. Evervigilant

    Seems about time for the two people who aren’t there to make a surprise entrance as the ace Susie didn’t even know she had.

  5. Scarsdale

    There’s still 3-5 people on her side that might be planning something. This guy is a megalomaniac with a god complex, so letting him think he’s the sharpest tool in the shed sets him up for a fall. Everything depends on those cameras, and I suspect their little stop over by the charging coffins had something to do with her actual plan, not the one the a-hole thinks it is.

  6. lyra

    Really enjoyed the opening of Zombie Ranch. I like the combination of the western setting with the zombie concept, it gives the story a really distinctive atmosphere. I’m a freelance illustrator and animator, and I’d be interested in seeing how some of these scenes could translate into motion, especially as a short animated teaser or character scene.

    If you’re ever interested in something like that, you can reach me here:

    IG: eve_verse_
    Email: [contact.lilaclines@gmail.com](mailto:contact.lilaclines@gmail.com)
    Discord: Lyralilac_

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558 – Cotton Clad Calamity
Posted on August 26, 2026 by Dawn

What would you call this? Armchair assassination? Merk-from-home?

Well, Suzie ain't dead (or undead) quite yet, so we'll just have to see if his gloating is justifiable.

Favoring fire is for poems, man…

Posted on September 26, 2018 by Clint

It’s a tad ironic that I started this chapter with the Robert Frost poem about favoring fire. Our world didn’t end, in fact we came out of things not too bad off for having raging flames and smoke pouring forth about a bedroom’s length from our home. Smoke smell and debris is still everywhere but none of our stuff burned and as I write this we have water, power, gas and Internet back on, with the big question being if there’s anything that’s going to need to be rebuilt since we were in the same building. Compare that to the neighbors whose place actually caught fire. They don’t even have a home right now and they weren’t even here when it happened so wouldn’t have been able to save anything beyond what they took with them on their daytrip.

Sudden disasters are surreal things. Our first indication anything was wrong was a sound of breaking glass and yelling. I thought someone was having a fight and Dawn went to look, then came back in yelling there was a fire. You grab for things like wallets and keys and your pet (thankfully no kids here), trying not to panic, and you get outside and everything’s just smoke, noise and hollering. Is everyone out? Has anyone called 911? And by the way oh shit, the building you live in is on fire and for all you know it’s already spread into your own separating walls and all you can think of is grabbing a garden hose and watering the roof and the part of the blaze you can see.

It’s a little surreal. Okay, a lot surreal, as you can probably get a sense of by this photo some bystander snapped right as the fire trucks were finally arriving to take over from our amateur hour. Would have fit right into the X-Files.

Then of course you’ve got to get the hell out of the way and let the pros do their job, except okay, I admit I dodged the cops for a bit so I could unlock and open my own front door before anyone felt a need to bust it down. Then you go sit on the curb and watch and hope that the chainsaw the firefighters are taking onto the roof won’t be needing to cut a hole in your part of the ceiling, which would really suck if your part wasn’t in danger of burning. Then again burning would be worse.

I would guess they got the fire out pretty quickly after they arrived. Then there’s a lot of standing around while their machine sucks out as much smoke as possible, and then the forensics guys had to come inspect and record the site just in case of arson while the police interview the witnesses one by one. All signs point to this being an accident but it’s a procedure thing.

And well, that was my Friday night, and I could not hold with those who favor fire. How was yours?