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CH. 3 Flirtin' With Disaster

Digital art comic book cover. A woman holds a pistol and smokes a cigarette in a sexy pose. She's looking to the side in a flirty and confident way. She's wearing a golden exotic two-piece leotard and the background is a concrete wall that's illuminated by artificial light. The chapter title says: "Flirtin' with disaster".
Posted on October 23, 2024Digital art comic page. First and second panel: A very run down apartment complex building is being illuminated by the rising morning sun. It's windows and balconies show varied levels of decay and presence of living. A sound of an alarm clock beeping is potrayed throughout the comic. Third, fourth and last panel: The digital alarm clock keeps beeping louder until it gets unbearably annoying. A hand clicks the alarm shut and the alarm clock starts a radio broadcast: "Howdy howdy heay choombattas! Good morning to ya! Hope you didn't catch a bullet last night because we got quite an impressive body lotto number today!". Roxie yawns and stretches on the couch she's been sleeping on. A gentle ray of sun illuminates her face.
Posted on October 26, 2024Digital art comic: The comic depicts a groggy Roxie hobbling towards a bathroom where she squeezes the last of her toothpaste and brushes her teeth while half asleep. The radio on the background blasts: "How impressive you might ask?! Nine flatlines in Little Italy, six in Upper East Side, four in Lake Park and whopping thirteen in South-NC! Now... This might sound like a cookie-cutter amount on a friday night, but we've never gotten this kind of a rampage on a sunday evening before! Some speculate that the high-ass body count is due to the ever increasing presence of gangs like the slaughterhouse and the blood razors in these areas, but if you ask me, I think the it was the corpos wo dun' did it. There! I said it! Try to stop me! And speaking of corpo suits and their little businessess, there was an interesting story my buddy in Net54 told me about. What's that you ask? Well you gotta stay tuned to find out! Now, chooms, a word from our sponsor: MaxiWear! MaxiWear... "If it's fashion you want, MaxiWear will provide." You're listening to Gutter Cruiser radio. I'm your host, Drip Tizzle and here's some music...
Posted on October 27, 2024Digital art comic. Roxie spits some toothpaste and puts her toothbrush in a mug. She then proceeds to take off her clothes while music plays in the background.
Posted on October 30, 2024Digital art comic. Roxie flips the shower faucet on and water comes running out of the faucet up above. She tests the water to see that it's the appropriate temperature and begins showering. To her misfortune, the showerhead breaks and falls on top of her head. She yells "PUTA!" out loud.
Posted on November 2, 2024A woman comes out of the shower with a towel covering her body. Her hair is all tangled up and her skin is wet. A muted but furious expression can be seen on her face. A radio blasts the rant of a DJ in the background: "That was Ashes A.D with their new single Black Tides! You're listening to Gutter Cruiser radio! When you were listening to those sweet tunes, I got some info on that scoop I just mendioned a moment ago. I gotta preface this shit a little bit... you know what a blacksite is? Yeah, I can hear you scratching your dome, but don't worry, I got you choom. Basically when a corpo or a nation wants to incarcerate some folks who keep stepping on their toes or ask too many "questions", they haul them off to a place in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. What the fuck do they do to those people?! You can bet your chrome ass that they don't offer them lolipops and cotton candy in there. Nope it's much worse. Torture, murder, slave labor, sexual violence... So where am I going with all of this? Well...
Posted on November 22, 2024Digital art comic. A radio alarm clock on the table blasts a rogue radio newscast: "It turns out that there was one of these corporate blacksites just fifty clicks to the north of Night City. Yup... You heard right. WAS. My source tells me that the blacksite lost contact with the corporation they belong to. What happened in there? Did the prisoners instigate a riot? Did another corp or a government entity take over? We don't know yet! It's simple as that. But when the time comes and more light is shed on this mystery, this'll be the first place to cover it! So stay tuned! Now... Some more Ashes A.D." The scene transitions to a car radio and there's a mysterious figure puffing smoke from a cigarette in the last panel.
Posted on November 25, 2024Digital art comic. Panel 1: A man is driving a military APC with a serious look on his face. He has curly hair and an upside down cross tattooed on his forehead. He has a cigarette between his lips. He mutters: "Mattaku- that didn't take long. At least the radio guy was pretty vague about the info. Altough I don't know if that hole was the only one out here." An agitated voice next to him says: "Still! This shit isn't really ideal now is it?!" Panel 2: A view of car's tail lights and tires that are kicking up dirt and sand. The voice continues ranting: "We're driving a stolen militech APC and I'm sure that they're gonna send someone to look for it at some point! We should ditch this hunk of junk as soon as possible..." Panel 3: The man smirks slyly and answers sarcastically: "But what if I wanna keep it? This could actually look sick with some chrome details and underlights. Always dreamed of my own little reggae truck. Panel 4: A woman holding an assault rifle answers to the man in frustration: "Very fucking funny. You seem to be a little too relaxed given our current situation. I find that really disturbing. Panel 5: The woman continues: "And what the fuck is a reggae truck anyway?! You're just making shit up, aren't you?". The man answers confidently: "They have them in finland. My buddy Kale told me." The woman says in a laconic tone: "You're so full of shit". The APC is driving at high speed through a desert.
Posted on January 13, 2025Digital art comic. Two people at the cockpit of an APC glance towards to the back of the vehicle. A voice in the passenger compartment says: " Choombas! Relax your cheeks. We did get out of that blacksite mostly unscathed, right?". The view pans to a muscular man on the next two panels.He has chemical burn scars on his face and he's wearing only a mini skirt. He continues: "Save that energy for the border po-pos. Speaking of customs -". There's a small monitor that beeps right next to him.
Posted on March 18, 2025Digital art comic. A man crouches near a cryopod and says: "What are we gonna do with our popsicle passenger over here? Gonna be a bitch to explain to the border popos." A frustrated woman with a cybernetic eye answers in the next panel: "The answer is obvious: dump it on the side of the road. We're already neck-deep in shit as we are... Who knows who or what is in that cryo pod". The smug and arrogant driver replies to the woman with a wide grin while blowing smoke from a cigarette: "Okoranai... We're keeping the passenger". The woman is shocked and retaliates: "WHAT?! YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS ARE YOU?!". A vitals monitor can be seen showing some readings on the middle panel. The conversation continues as the smug man answers: "Oh I'm dead serious baby. See the model of that pod? Bodyweight-4000-SYN. High efficiency long term suspension. Whatever is in there is fucking valuable." The woman shoots back at the man with a snarky comment: "You just happen to know all this shit? Expect us to believe you?!" The man, bolstering with confidence, says: "Used to work at Trauma Team. I know this shit.
Posted on March 26, 2025Digital art comic. First panel: a hand hangs a cigarette butt out of a car window. The angry speech bubbles say: Trauma team or not. That still helps fuck all with the border guards. Or are you gonna say that you've worked as a fucking border guard as well?!. The calm speech bubbles say: "Nah I haven't but I had to deal with them a lot. You'd be surprised how many tricks I've got up my sleeves. Trust me on this. Second panel: the cigarette but gets flicked out of the window. A content speech bubble says: Guess we have no other choice than to trust you, Yermu. The angry speech bubble rants: If the border guards gun me down because of an overconfident ex-corpo fuckboy, I'm gonna haunt all of your asses! The confident speech bubble answers: I didn't take you for a religious woman, Gina. Given how much you swear, haha. In the last three panels the cigarette butt falls to the concrete and a boot steps on it in the last one
Posted on April 30, 2025Digital art comic. In the first panel, a woman stumps out a cigarette with her boot. She thinks to herself: gotta empty the fucking ashtray again. Can't be living like a pig. Not now at least when I've got a guest around. What do you think Roxie? Is she gonna stay? That gaja was so full of fire last night. Those types don't sit around and stay cozy. In the second panel the woman poses sassily and blows out her last smoke and sighs: foda-se. She's wrapped in two bath towels. One on head and one on body. In the third panel she continues her thoughts: Why am I helping her though? Is it because I often feel so small in this hellhole. So that I geel the need for someone to watch my back? I do feel safer with an amazon like her by my side. But I would like to believe that there's more to it than pure pragmatism. Can't one be pragmatic and cultivate meaningful friendships at the same time? Or are those motivations mutually exclusive? I wonder if she thinks that I'm gonna-. Her thoughts get interrupted as the buzzer rings: BZZZZZRRRRTT. She wonders: Huh? Doorbell at this time?
Posted on May 1, 2025Digital art comic. First panel: A woman looks towards the door with sweat beads forming on her forehead. She thinks to herself: That's pretty odd. The "landlord" collects the rent every first wednesday. And I'm definitely not waiting for more guests right now. Could it be that Sif's gang followed me here somehow? Second panel: The woman steps inside her apartment and reaches for a pistol on the table. She thinks to herself: It wouldn't be out of the ordinary for her to have a homing tracer sender on her. And she's been away from her clan for two days now. Third panel: The woman steppes towards the viewer with a confident posture. She thinks to herself: Or it could be the ones who did a number on her on the first place. I was pretty careful to watch my back when I hauled her mangled ass back home. But a choom can't rule out the possibility that someone stalked me on the way home. No way to know unless I take a look through the peephole.. The doorbell rings loudly with a bzzzzrt sound once again.
Posted on May 3, 2025Digital art comic. First panel: A woman looks through the door peeper with a pistol on her hand and thinks to herself: "Can't see anyone. Is someone trying to play games on me? Or did they give up and leave? Guess it was just a prank or a wrong address". Second panel: The woman listens with a surprised expression on her face. She hears a voice: "Umm... Miss Rojas?! Are you home". The woman thinks to herself: "A kid? I think I know that voice!. Third panel: The woman opens the door and greets the kid: "Bom dia, Pontus!" The kid looks at the woman concerned and asks: "Why you got a gun Miss Roja? You're not going to shoot me are you? Fourth panel: The woman lowers her gun and smirks at the kid and asks: "What?! Do I look like that much of a cyberpsycho to you?! Don't be ridiculous meu pequeno amigo! Why the hell would I do that? You need something or did you just come here to ask silly questions? Fifth panel: the kid points to his right with a worried look on his face and pleads: "Yeah, about that. The 69'ers are hanging around the vendit and..." The woman interjects: "And what?" The kid continues: " I'm kinda scared of them. Can you come with me? I'm starving for some snacks.
Posted on May 7, 2025Digital art comic. Panel one: A woman looks down on a boy gently and raises her finger. She says: "You got it little chefe. But you gotta give auntie Roxie some time to make-up and dress. Because we're not intimidating anyone in a bath towel." The boy answers: "Okay. I can wait here." The woman replies: "Good! I won't take long." Panel 2: "30 minutes later". There's a view of an apartment complex inner courtyard with people around it on multiple levels. The woman and the boy are having a conversation. The boy says: "I think that was really long time, Miss Rojas! Why do girls take so much time to get ready?". The woman replies: "Because we want to make sure that we look pretty, of course!" The boy asks: "But why?" The woman replies:" It depends who you ask. I just like to do it for myself." The boy asks again: "Do some girls put make-up for other reasons?" The woman replies to the boy: "There's many reasons to paint your face, little dude. You can do it too!" The boy answers: "That's way too much work! I don't want to paint my face for hours!" Panel 3: The boy and the woman walk down stairs. The boy coyly asks: "Hey, Miss Rojas... I saw you get back home two nights ago with some girl. Is she your girlfriend?". The woman replies: "That's a pretty personal question!". Final panel: The woman carries a duffel bag and talks with an open smile. The boy listens to her with curiosity. The woman replies: "No. She's not. More like a choomba in need." The boy replies: "She looked pretty hurt. Is she going to be okay?". The woman replies: "She'll be fine. You should've seen the the other dude she beat up!" The boy says:" Oh wow! She was fighting with someone?" The woman replies: "Yup! And speaking of confrontations, little chefe..."
Posted on May 19, 2025Digital art comic. First panel: three punks in jackets and jeans hang around a corner. A thought bubble describes them: "The 69'ers. Biggest bunch of posers in this block. They'd probably run at the first sign of real trouble. But I can understand why little Pontus here doesn't like them. They have a habit of bullying the local kids and grans in this building. Panel two. A woman stand confidently in her leotard and fishnet stockings. A scared kid takes cover behind her. The thought bubbles read: not to mention that they woo all the gals all the time. Everyone is so sick of it. Not even a black eye could teach them a lesson. Third and fourth panel. The woman talks with the little kid and pats him on the head. Woman: We're in luck! You have a clear shot to the vendit. Kid: But- but... Woman: Move it or lose it kiddo! C'mon, my brave little choom! You can do it! Kid: För helvete! Okay, but stop patting my head! I'm losing my street cred!
Posted on June 17, 2025Digital art comic. First panel: a woman shows thumbs up to a boy who heads out determinedly. She says: Atta boy! Put on your best: I'm bad, you're not- face! Night City Style! On panels one and two the woman ponders as she's walking down the corridor: Okay... little choom got his wish. But now those assholes are kind of my problem. Maybe if I just casually walk past them... And not look them in the eye... I should be fine? They don't scare me, but I just can't today with juvenile catcall-. Her thoughts are cut short when someone catcalls her: Hey there b-e-auutiful! She thinks to herself: FILHO DA PUTA! In the last panel a trio of thirsty looking punks with greaser hair holla at her: What's lil rimbo up to today? Come hang with us! You won't regret it! One of them adds: Hermosa
Posted on June 20, 2025Digital art comic. First panel: A woman looks really bummed out and thinks to herself: "Great... Now I gotta turn these idiots down. I feel like a zookeeper staring down at a bunch of horny animals. How do we approach this, Roxie? I don't wanna get rowdy this early in the morning. Gotta put on a face. Second panel: A woman fakes a smile and looks to the side in indifference. She says out loud: "Oh gee! What an idea! Hanging out and all that. But unlike some people. I gotta go and earn my eddies... So... NO CAN DO!" Third panel: Three sleazy guys continue talking to the woman in a derogatory manner. The first guy says: "Heyyy... Don't be like that! A lot of ways to earn eddies, babe. If you catch my drift, hehe...". The woman angrily thinks to herself: "Seriously?!". The second guy with a smug face asks out loud: "Where do you think she works at?" The woman thinks to herself: "Here we go...". The third guy with a black eye and a raunchy attitude adds to the conversation: "With a face and rack like that, I have a few ideas! HAHAHAAHAH!" The woman thinks to herself: "Bravo, smartass. Your mama must be proud of you. The fourth panel shows the woman with a sly smile on her face. She's plotting something. She thinks to herself: They sure are dumber than a bag of kibble. Which means that they're easily manipulated. That's what happens when you only think with your piroca. Should I do some word-aikido on them? Who am I kidding? Of course I should! The last panel shows the woman putting on a cheeky smile that has a dash of sarcasm in it. She says: "You got me! But I wouldn't expect anything less from such handsome and strong guys like you TWO".
Posted on June 22, 2025Digital art comic. In the first panel three guys are looking really confused and silly. They say in unison: two? Panel two: A woman hardly contains her laughter. She has her right arm on her mouth to cover her laughter as she looks very giddy. There's an argument going on in the background: Guy 1: Well' that's me and Brian! Right Brian?" Guy 2: Fuck you!" Guy 1: "Why so salty, choom? Still pissed that you lost that fight?" Guy 2: "I didn't lose it! Fuck off, fatass!" Guy 1: "The fuck you said?" Guy 2: "You heard me... fatass" Guy 1: "Pretty strong words coming from a lanky pubeface gonk. Perhaps I should give you another black eye?!" Guy 1: "I wanna see you try, hungry hungry hippo..." Third panel: Two guys are facing each other down with a furious expression on their faces. The third guy is trying to de-escalate the situation with his hands up and says: "Fellas... For fuck's sake, stop!" Final panel: A woman prances down some stairs with a satisfied expression on her face. The entrance stairs are littered with different trash and some bullet holes.
Posted on June 25, 2025Digital art comic. Panel 1: Woman looks to the side and says: Roxie- one Fuckboys- zero. I hope little chefe got a nice distraction. I'd like to think that the 69'ers would grow up some day and drop that juvenile shit. But I think that I'm too optimistic. Tiny little choomba like me gives them an easy time. Panel 2: She sighs and thinks: A real ganbanger won't give the same treatment. Fucking fools.... Panel 3: She walks with her eyes closed, not paying attention to her surroundings. She thinks to herself: Well... At least I don't have to worry about gangbangers! My streetsmarts have always been- Panel 4: A car drives passes really close next to her and she has a terrified expression on her face. There's a huge WROOOOM in the panel.
Posted on August 10, 2025