The end of another lovely day with Clarissa. Rather disappointing that none of the potential plotlines get to do anything.
In retrospect, her dad’s job is surprisingly tame. A charismatic psychopath is apparently content being a middle-high rank flavor technician, instead of a C*O, an actor, or a politician?
It’s kind of disturbing that the least realistic part of his character is how he’s apparently content with one pet.
This reminds me – ever since I read this the first time back when we got our Kickstarter swag from the last project you had and I got the printed version of this, that last row of panels left with me with a question which turned my stomach to even consider.
Was he insinuating that he wanted a hand job? On the way to McDonald’s even? Given the known history of his unhealthy attention towards her, it seems like a plausible concept, but it makes me want to rip the jerk’s heart out (literally) even more than before …
Always makes my heart crack a little reading a Clarissa story … that poor, poor little girl. Screw the rest of the world, *she* needs *all* the heroes … ASAP.
I hate to say it, but… if that’s a regular thing for them, it would explain why the biometric tongue-thing identified the father’s, uh, DNA when it licked Clarissa’s hand.
This may not have happened to me, but it caused this story to truly resonate with me. I had a great childhood, my parents were fine, I had loads of pets and a little brother, but as I got older I realised there was something off about one of my friend’s houses. She was in the same situation Clarissa is. I always was scared of her dad, though I didn’t know why. She eventually told me when we were on a day out together, she broke down crying in the middle of the mall. I didn’t know what to do, even if I called the police, her dad was the only one in the family with a job, so she would be homeless. All I could do was comfort her and give her a shoulder to cry on. She was particularly unusual a few days before she died. She was happy, and thinking that someone smiling was unusual is really fucked up. But she had never smiled before. I thought things had finally gotten better, that her dad had stopped or her mother stepped in, it was too late when I realised why she was so happy. I was walking back home from the shops when it struck me, but I was too late to save her.
This story helped me cope with the depression that came after that, because I could relate somewhat, even if it was from an outside perspective. This story made me realise that not everything has happy endings. Not everyone can be saved, and that helped me come to terms that it’s wasn’t my fault. I don’t expect you to reply, because you probably see fake sob stories like this all the time in an attempt to get pity from people, but I just wanted to thank you.
JY: Thank you for sharing your story, Fraser. I’m glad Clarissa is helping people, however she can.
The end of another lovely day with Clarissa. Rather disappointing that none of the potential plotlines get to do anything.
In retrospect, her dad’s job is surprisingly tame. A charismatic psychopath is apparently content being a middle-high rank flavor technician, instead of a C*O, an actor, or a politician?
It’s kind of disturbing that the least realistic part of his character is how he’s apparently content with one pet.
I was waiting for Clarissa’s adventures, trying to escape from the lab and fighting for her life with the mutants that lived there… XD
JY: That will be in Clarissa’s next story: Clarissa Versus the Hug Monster (Disney, 2022)
This reminds me – ever since I read this the first time back when we got our Kickstarter swag from the last project you had and I got the printed version of this, that last row of panels left with me with a question which turned my stomach to even consider.
Was he insinuating that he wanted a hand job? On the way to McDonald’s even? Given the known history of his unhealthy attention towards her, it seems like a plausible concept, but it makes me want to rip the jerk’s heart out (literally) even more than before …
Always makes my heart crack a little reading a Clarissa story … that poor, poor little girl. Screw the rest of the world, *she* needs *all* the heroes … ASAP.
“Was he insinuating that he wanted a hand job?”
I hate to say it, but… if that’s a regular thing for them, it would explain why the biometric tongue-thing identified the father’s, uh, DNA when it licked Clarissa’s hand.
Truly amazing ending to a truly amazing web-comic. Thank you.
JY: *bows*
This may not have happened to me, but it caused this story to truly resonate with me. I had a great childhood, my parents were fine, I had loads of pets and a little brother, but as I got older I realised there was something off about one of my friend’s houses. She was in the same situation Clarissa is. I always was scared of her dad, though I didn’t know why. She eventually told me when we were on a day out together, she broke down crying in the middle of the mall. I didn’t know what to do, even if I called the police, her dad was the only one in the family with a job, so she would be homeless. All I could do was comfort her and give her a shoulder to cry on. She was particularly unusual a few days before she died. She was happy, and thinking that someone smiling was unusual is really fucked up. But she had never smiled before. I thought things had finally gotten better, that her dad had stopped or her mother stepped in, it was too late when I realised why she was so happy. I was walking back home from the shops when it struck me, but I was too late to save her.
This story helped me cope with the depression that came after that, because I could relate somewhat, even if it was from an outside perspective. This story made me realise that not everything has happy endings. Not everyone can be saved, and that helped me come to terms that it’s wasn’t my fault. I don’t expect you to reply, because you probably see fake sob stories like this all the time in an attempt to get pity from people, but I just wanted to thank you.
JY: Thank you for sharing your story, Fraser. I’m glad Clarissa is helping people, however she can.
Can someone explain the “no lobster hands” thing? I’m a bit dense lol.
JY: I may have outsmarted myself, but I wanted people to use their imagination to figure it out.