(Beginning transmissions, Codename: Awaking)

The Matrix

What is the Matrix?

A dream world where were all prisoners to our own desires.

Or an alternate universe for the ignorant that have yet to know what really happen to the real world.

Eh, like I would know. Quite frankly I could care less about what this world has become. Were all still here to live in it. So I just push this thought waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay into the back of my mind and try to focus on the here are now.

What? Hmm? Oh I haven't introduced myself? Well that all depends on which world am in. Here am just known as Tilt, but in the ahem "real" world I was Curtis Rug, professional cartoonist. Well if by professional you consider working for a lowly magazine, which hardly anyone read though I always wonder how that place kept up it funding.

Uh, anyway I was one the many drones that sketched some rather good stuff for that piece of crap. I know what your thinking, "Why didn't you try for some of the major stuff like Marvel or Dark House, heck even Jumbo comics? (A/N: There the people that make the Simpsons and Futurama comics if you don't know). But hey you know how hard it is in the entertainment industry. They always picky on what they deemed audience worthy and there are A LOT of potential cartoonists out there, so I kinda got lost in the crowd if you know what I mean. Granted I tried and tried, hell I was like a cockroach to those people but pretty soon I was creating a collection of rejection letters then I was a series and I had rents to pay (trust me, you didn't want to deal with the landlord. She threatens to have her son who just got out from prison to come and pay you a visit if your rent isn't on time. Did I mention the fact he was lock away for 15 years in a place full of only males. Yeah, excuse while I shudder.)

So I took a job with this tabloid company call the Brown Noser creating little strips that made fun of current events, like you haven't seen those before, which as I started was barely noticed in a unnoticeable magazine. Though it was enough pay just to get by, even as I watched all the other cartoonists go on with their series.

Of course, as we all know, there may be one day where things change that will alter our life forever and that day came for me when I was given a 24-hour assignment for a special issue regarding some kinda pop star and the prince of England. Not like I care for that kina of thing but I got started anyway. I must have what had 2, 3, …30 cups of caffeine that day to keep me going. Shaking so much you could make Tequila off of my body however it was this chemical that launched me into the position am in now. 

I remember it clear as tomorrow, in my workstation after hours working on the last page of a 30-page comic. Trying furiously to clam the shakes so I could finish the inking. But with some much beavages in my system it was damn near impossible. Still I was a trooper and tried as best as I could just get it done. I…just…had to…do…one…more…dot.

Then I remember I DID see a black dot only if it was my pen touching the paper or me blacking out, I'll never know.

Anywho I awoke in a tube full of this nasty smelling liquid and a metallic land before me. Humans in tubes just as I was only still in "asleep" and these weird tentacles machines calling all over the place as if it was ant hill, now a normal person would be panicking right now. Screaming their heads off or just plain looking on in mute horror. Me, only one thing came to my mind.

"Whoa, this…this…could make a great comic book series."

Next thing I knew I was being flushed down the rabbit hole.

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