Lament for Markerbored

Happy Subterranean Holidays to you all, world.  This is the last true Markerbored, begun in June and completed six months after Pat moved out.  Fans of the site and whiteboards will realize what a severe blow this is to Markerbored's continued success.  Subsequent whiteboard jams will be melancholy affairs at best, since brief visits are the only way to really work it out.  But just so you know, faithful fans, Markerbored's not dead, oh no siree!  

Alright, enough of my crying.  Enjoy that nerdfest.

She Sells Seashells by the Seashore

Hot weather's messing with our markers, so we messed back! Cool off with an ocean breeze, babies.

Edit: forgot to link to Dan for the boredgames playing boardgames.

Double-Sized Special! 72 Pulse-Pounding Pages!

Can Captain America, Lego Man, and a pair of giraffes possibly prevail? Can Roommate Megan, despite the proven ineffectuality of her Mii-inspired inflatable decoys, ever hope to escape the clutches of Keystone's most feared law enforcement officials, known to the criminal underworld only as...the Fuzz?

For our faithful readers, we've included a double-page gatefold lenticular hologram of two, count 'em TWO images, only one of which is new, sort of smushed together.
You won't wanna miss next issue!

Cutting to the Chase? The Thrill of the Chase? The Hunt is On?

Any other good chasing cliches? But whom, dear reader, are they all chasing anyhow?

Whiteboard, As Seen From Above

Why the Care Bears, of all people, chose to project an image of Pat molesting other people's girlfriends into the sky, I'll never know.

Manhandled-Megan by Megan, butterfly (on the right) by Caitlin.

Deities v. Mario, Pandas

Started out holiday-themed, became world-mythology themed. I hope all the Quetzalcoatl worshipers don't take offense to their sky god rampaging through a city.

Also, it's terrible when the black pen runs out. The Eye of Sauron in blue? Sigh.