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[mrlich]

Okay, so I got the itch to write/draw Patch again. Here's the start of the result:

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Something went wrong. Some mistake was made. I was born different - different from everyone else on the planet. I don't mean in some "I'm special" kind of way or anything like that. I mean that... well... I can't die. Damned if I know how or why. At this point I don't think that I really want to know.

I thought about going to someone - to a doctor, a college of medicine, or the government - just about anyone to discover the source or reason for my 'condition'. When I was young I decided not to because I was afraid. I was afraid of getting poked and prodded like some kind of lab rat. By the time I was old enough to get over my fear I realized what 'they' would do with that information. The world would change - quickly and brutally. One nation or one group at any rate would have a power that... well... I just didn't want to unleash on the world.

So here we are. You're probably thinking that I'm pretty lucky. I know I did - once. I thought about all that I could do. I imagined all that I could risk in the name of something greater. Then I thought it out a little further.

Life is all about opposition - balance. It's true in anything and everything. Look around you. Imagine anything without its opposite to balance it. Light without dark. Love without hate. Good without bad. Life without....

That's not really accurate though. I shouldn't make it sound like my life has been without death. In fact, if I believed in such things, I would say that the fates were trying desperately to balance me out. Death seems to surround me. Loved ones, family, and friends - they all die. I think that I'd be alright with it if it was a natural thing. It never is. What's worse - I'm to blame.

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And the start of the image to go with it...