Oh hello there readers! It seems this week our unfortunate Stickman had been taken by the recent “Wonderland” fervor. He’s been back behind the house for hours, looking for rabbit holes.

Stickman: “Found it! Aaaeeeeeiiiiiieeeeeeeee….!”

Well I’ll be…guess perseverance pays off after all. Let’s see what happened to him shall we? Looks like he survived…

Stickman: “I’m okay.”

Doesn’t look like Sticky will be climbing back up the rabbit hole. Someone’s gone and shored up the inside with what appears to be bricks of gelatin. He’ll have to find another way out.

Stickman: “I think I hear a shuffling sound. It’s getting closer! Help!”

Oh no. Is it a Bandersnatch? The Mock Turtle? The Jabberwocky? Get out Sticky! But what’s this? Alice’s tears have still flooded parts of Wonderland. The bridge is out!

Stickman: “It’s almost on me. Sounds like…horse hooves?”

It’s…the Mad Stick Hatter? Well that’s a relief. Anyone sensible enough to put shoes on horse and with enough equilibrium to hula hoop while galloping is surely a friend indeed. Will the Stick Hatter help our Stickman get back to the real world? Or will the Red Queen find them and decide she quite likes the look of a two dimensional head? Tune in next Friday to find out!

And in the mean time remember; if you see a Wild Stickman, please report him to me at LadyOfOdd@gmail.com

Oh hello. Welcome back readers! Sorry I’ve been absent, but Sticky went AWOL and it’s hard to chase him down and post at the same time. But I’m making headway. Look, there he is now!

Stickman puts on his robe and wizard hat.

Oh, that’s not good.

Stickman casts Feral Blood Sucking Mount.

Oh God, that sounds terrify…oh nevermind. He must have gone back to town to buy new spells when I wasn’t looking. Good thing I bribed that spell merchant. Now to show off those skills I learned from the local Gym Leader.

Lady of Odd casts Lighting Bolt. It’s super effective!

Ha HA! Take that. Kids? What kids…YOU SEE NOTHING.

Well that gets Sticky back under control. If you see a Wild Stickman, please report him to me at LadyOfOdd@gmail.com

Until next week, readers!

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Oh dear. It looks like Mr. and Mrs. Stickman have been fighting again. This is what happens when you marry someone just to please you parents, kids. Looks like Mrs. Stickman has found Sticky’s stash of porn. Run kids! Don’t get between a man and the dump truck with 300 gigs of thirty second snippets on it!

Doesn’t look like that porn is coming back. Sticky seems to be handling it well. Or…not. No no, Stickman. You can’t push your wife off a cliff. Look at all those witnesses. Someone surely would report you.

There’s a better plan. Hit her in the head with a shovel and bury her somewhere no one would EVER look. The backyard. Wait, maybe that wasn’t the best idea either.

Too late to turn back now Sticky. You’ve done the deed and now you have to cover your tracks. Quick, put the body in a trash can (haHA! revenge) and get her down to the sub-basement. Ooo, karma. Kicked in pretty instantly didn’t it? Reader, you saw nothing. NOTHING. *sidles off*

-Lady of Odd

Welcome back, dear readers! Today we journey deep into the perilous heart of the Stickman’s world. On an average day, the typical Stickman may encounter slippery floors, closed bathrooms and hotels on fire but these are mundane adventures. Sometimes though, a Stickman may encounter something even HE isn’t expecting.

Oh no! Use the hand brake Grandpa Sticky! Honestly, who puts alligators at the bottom of the handicap accessible ramp?

Alcohol may be the only way to enjoy the state fair, but the carnies can be cruel pranksters. Hiding in the sink? Oh you wily bastard.

But for all the crazy shenanigans they’re forced to put up with, at least some places try to keep the freakiest stuff away from Sticky. That means you, Frankenstein’s monster. That’s right, get back in the woodshed where you belong.

Oh no. It looks like spending several days in close quarters with his extended family has driven Sticky to drinking again. For a while, alcohol turns Stickman into a lover.

Eventually, between the beer and the salt water, Sticky has to go. But Alcohol makes toilets into a strange and devious creature. Let’s give him a moment to figure it out.

Unable to alleviate his bladder, Sticky becomes belligerent. Finding an outlet for his frustration and rage wherever he can. He’ll show that toilet who’s boss.

Not to worry. This must happen a lot because the rest of the Stickman family has a plan. He’s strapped in nice and tight. Now to just mop up the puddle, wipe away Sticky’s tears and wait for sobriety.

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Ah the holidays! That time of year when we travel hundreds of miles to see family only to remember why we moved away in the first place. For Stickman however, travel to his grandparents can be dangerous.

He’d travel by car, but the gas pump contraption is beyond his cognitive skills.

He’d travel by boat, but the choppy seas going up and down, up and down, up and down….bleargh I made myself nauseous. Where was I? Oh yes, vomiting is strictly prohibited, so boats are out.

Guess he’ll just have to hoof it. Over the river and through the woods and past the treacherous snow covered peaks. And all for a poorly knitted sweater that smells like moth balls. Godspeed Sticky!

Posted By: Lady Of Odd

This week’s installment of Stickman in Peril features poor Stickman’s decline into the seedy underbelly of crime.

It all started innocently enough, with Sticky falling in with a rough group of kids. They dared him to join in their devil may care antics such as playing chicken with cars…while on bicycles. It would seem no one was old enough to buy a motorcycle yet.

Petty crime led to misdemeanors which led to drugs and drugs led to…pole dancing on public trains for spare change? Oh Stickman, you don’t have to degrade yourself like that.

Of course, crime doesn’t pay. Even sexy crime like stripping in a public forum. Don’t worry, I’m sure the police brutality will come up in his trial. Seriously cops? Did you HAVE to slam the door on him?

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