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Moving, Hiatus

Hell, it can't be denied that the Doctor is out right now.

Since it's been over a year since the last real comic was posted, we have to admit to ourselves that Doctor Insano is on hiatus.  We have many stories to tell, so we hope this is not a permanent condition.  But life, being what it is, does give some of us more pressing priorities that this little diversion.

With that said, we are going to be moving to a new server.  The site will support comic comments, and other features, so we'll see how that goes.

Have a great year, we hope you all the best, and hope to see you again in the new one!


Flash Fiction: The Last Vampire



And so, the last vampire stood alone.

There had been hundreds of his kind at one time; enough to feel a sense of family, and society, yet small enough to go undetected by their prey.  Or so they had thought.

He surveyed his surroundings, his cell, and pulled against his restraints.  He was so weak, the movements were futile. He could not move, but had to do something rather than embrace the madness that was trying to engulf him.

His brothers, his sisters, all his brethren were now gone.  He could no longer hear them, they made no calls.  Surely the humans had lied.  Surely he was not the last one.  But no other vampire answered his silent call. Outside of the roar his rage his mind was silent. No voices called.

They were clever, those bastards.  The brave victorious sheep.  Gloating over their victory.  They had poisoned their blood.  All of them.  Then entire species.  They had poisoned their blood, and the vampires fed, and the vampires died.

It took awhile before the vampires had caught on.  Most never did.  Vampires would just up and die after a fresh kill.  There was no movement, and no turning to ash, or changing of features, they would just stop drop, and start to rot like any natural corpse, like they should had already done long ago.

But he had caught on, he knew something was wrong.  He stopped feeding, tried to steal blood from hospitals, tried to feed on animals, but none of it was enough to sustain him.

He had discovered a religious community that abhorred outsiders, and kept to themselves.  They refused to embrace the enhancements that modernity had brought, and stayed stuck in a time of their own choosing.  They were righteous, vigorous, healthy, and most importantly - pure.  They were also quite tasty.

But the contamination spread to them too, eventually.  He didn't know how it spread, or how it worked, but it spread still.  Something must have been put into the food, the fertilizer even?  It couldn't have been a shot.  These people he fed on were afraid of modern medicines.  Some systemic change had to have taken place.  But what?

And it had almost got him, this poison.  It had almost got him.  So close.  He killed a young girl, barely nine, ripped her flesh open... and noticed the odd smell.  It was not right.  He had flung her body into the air behind and, and crashed through the wall of her house.  He killed everyone there, slaughtered all, bits and pieces were cast about everywhere, but the smell was always wrong. Always wrong!

So he ran! He ran out into the open! He ran out into the town square.  He yelled, he screamed, he roared, and people looked at him, most curiously.  There, in that opening, covered in blood and rage, people approached him.  He reached out to slaughter them too. To spill their poisoned blood on the ground, and make them pay the only way he could.  He wanted to punish them for their treachery! He reached out, as far as he could, but found could not move.  The sun had came up, caught him unawares, and he could not move.  Slowly, his body had hardened, as the hated sun twisted his flesh into stone.

Men, government men he had assumed, showed up, and carried him away.  Carried him to here, here where he had been for years, bound and unmoving.

In the bowels of this dungeon, away from the light, his skin became normal again.  They punctured his flesh with needles and probes, and pumped strange fluids into him.  Animal proteins and odd chemicals, nothing that could help him.  He mused it must give some sort of substance, enough to keep his dead body living, but weak enough to keep him trapped in his bonds.

All around him he was surrounded by strange machinery and moving lights.  The buzzing of the devices caused a low rumbling pain in his head that would never go ahead.  And odd smells surrounded him when the humans were away.

Every day they came to visit him.  His body, paralyzed with malnutrition, could not do anything to them.  How it tormented him so.   All these warm, delicious bodies, surrounding him, and filling his nose with their taste, just right for drinking!  It drove him mad!  But he knew that they’d be poisoned too.

They probably made the poison.

But that was ok, the vampire thought.  He’d over heard someone speak; the poison was killing the humans too.  Something about eggs being rejected and spewed from bodies.  The poison killed them.  No babies were being born.  Humans would die out.  In killing his society, his family, his kind, they had killed themselves.

Which was their due.  The sheep had culled themselves, had taken over the vampires role themselves.  They were the monsters now.

He laughed, he wanted to laugh. And as the two agents looked down at him, he curled his lips into a smile.

Doctor Fulbright said, “Look, I think he twitched his lip.”

Doctor Norris looked down at the catatonic patient unconvinced.  “I suspect this dim overhead light is playing a trick on your eyes my good man.”

Doctor Fulbright looked down again, and wasn’t sure any longer.

“What do you think happens to a mind of a man who’s been catatonic for all these many years?”

“I dunno.  I’ve always figured it was just a long empty sleep.  The lack of stimulation would give his brain hardly anything to dream about I imagine.  Could be nothing at all.  The mind numb.  You hardly ever see people waking up from these conditions like you do in the movie.”  Norris answered. “No, I’m fairly certain nothings going. Blackness, unawareness, no one’s home.  We just keep checking the plumbing and make sure the lights are on until they find a way back.”

Norris motioned towards a monitor.  “Look, hardly any change on the pattern of that line.  They’re nothing alive in that mind.  It was dead.”

Doctor Fulbright nodded.  “You know, I bet he’d like some sun.  I think I’ll have one of the orderlies roll his bed over next to the window.  Warm sun on his skin.  I’m sure he’ll like that.”

And as the doctors stepped out of the room, somewhere down the hall, in another room, the last werewolf howled at the moon.



Catching Up

Ok, it's been awhile since the last post.  Buncha things been going on.  Thought we'd a little explaining, talk about what’s been going on, and what’s gonna be going on.

Lets see... the artist has a new young'un on the way, so congrats out to him and his family!  We're going to be divvying up the art load here in the near feature.  No fear!  The artist is still handling the inks and drawings!  I'll be taking a stab to coloring and lettering.  Should be an interesting experiment.

There really is more Insano on the way.  I've actually have in my possession some of bits our future strips.  They'll all be posted in good time.


Honestly, I can't bring myself to cry.  We were such a poor match, I don't know why the founder (who has now left) invited us to join.  I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out sooner. The vast majority of the comics there I found to be a little too melodramatic.  So were many of the writers too. That's something I found out reading their critiques of comics that wanted to join that collective.  All in all, I can say there was only one comic there that I really enjoyed reading, and that was Crowfeathers.  

No one from the collective ever contacted us, or responded to our emails.  Glad we missed the kick out ceremony since those things tend to involve knives, rocks, and unpleasant rituals.  I'm guessing our lack of recent updates was the reason for the dismissal, but I don't really know, or care.  As soon as the walls quit moving, we're gonna be yanking down all of the collective banners on our site so if there is a particular comic that you like that rotates through, make sure you bookmark it now!

Oh, as for those moving walls... I've been sick again lately.  Damn office bugs.  That, and a massive video game binge has been he reason for my own personal slacking.

Ah, oh well.

While we're talking about comics, I have to make a confession: I don't really read web comics all that much.  Nope, don't care for most of them.  I'm a fan of comic books, and news paper comics (yes - I read the PAPER newspaper nearly everyday).   There are two web comics though that are very dear to me, and I look forward to everyday they are posted: Sinfest and Scary Go Round.  And Sinfest by far is my favorite among ALL comics of ALL media!

Just thought I'd throw those plugs in.

There have been some new NPTS posted recently, so I'll go and list all of them here:




 Role Play



 Hope you caught 'em when I posted 'em.  And if you didn't like 'em, I hope you at least didn't retch at 'em.

 We'll have more Insano and NPT your way soon (and hopefully, a lot sooner!).

 Keep reading!





A Message From the Doctor



I've got it on good authority!

(from the artist himself!)

The lab's back in production!

More Doctor Insano strips will soon be on the way!

Just check here

To see what the Doctor has to say!




The Resolution Comic

They say you can't do everything.
Try, and you will fail.
Either, you do a few things, and do them well.
Or, you do a lot of things, and do them poorly.
Well, I'm going to do as much as I can,
as best as I can.
And as for what they say?
I don't really give a damn.

You ever wonder who they are? 

Happy New Year!

We hope to have much more Insano to share in it!



Beware the Candy Cane Mafia!



Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Seasons Greetings, Damn It’s Cold!  (again)

Here's a Holiday NPT Comic (of sorts) for you!

This is part of my Christmas Card Campaign for this holiday season.  Yes, I'm actually mailing out copies of this 'artwork' to supposed friends and people who currently claim to be family.  If this card campaign proves successful, I fully expect to have the number of people I need to buy gifts for next year down to just... myself.  We'll see.  How long do people have to be quiet before they qualify as "not talking to you anymore"?

Whatever you celebrate
at about this time,
We all hope you enjoy
And have a fine time!


Happy Holidays from Infallible Clause!


The lab is back in production again!

You really better be good, because Santa is outsourcing this year!

We've more got comics in the pipe, but here's a holiday gift to hold you over to the lab is operating at full steam!

More Insano Soon!



Hi folks!

Rest assure, there is more Insano goodness in the works.  We have a followup strip coming up, and a whole new story arc after that!  Woo hoo.

In the meantime, the writer's computer died.  Yay.  Well, it died a few a weeks ago, but a motherboard replacement fixed it.  Now it has had a bad case of filesysem corruption.  Double yay.  Thank you Mr. Uncorruptable NTFS.

Thank goodness for the backup laptop!

I had this idea a while back for doing "Sticky Note Theater" - but it seems someone else has snagged that idea.  Oh well, I don't care.

To kill some time, I thought I'd talk about our ideas, and how we brainstorm, but there really is no method to it.  Just randomness.  Well, with a little madness thrown in to.  It might be a lot of madness actually; I don't think anyone here has ever actually tried to quantify it.  One way we come up with ideas though, is to randomly jot things down on whatever paper is available.  Doodles.  Lotsa people doodle.  Do you realize that a doodle is an idea that is trying to slip away from you?  Like, back in highschool, when you'd doodle and draw random images in the margins of your paper, those were escaping doodles!  Did you ever keep any of those papers?  Any of those doodles? No? Then they've excaped into the wild!

I've lost a lot of doodles too.  Who knows how many the artist have.  Every now then though, we catch a doodle before it escapes for good.  Take yellow sticky notes for example: they are just the right size and medium for catching doodles, just like Poké Ball's for Pokémon.

Here below we have a captured doodle:




He's here, and not going anywhere now.  Whose knows where he might end up?  Just mebbe a Doctor Insano NPT?

Some doodle undergo massive transformations and become beatiful expressions of thought.  Take this REALLY ROUGH doodle below: 

Pretty rough, eh? You can barely make out some humanoid figures, right?
And what's up with that rectangle and spiked ball thingy?

Could you ever believe...


  Amazing... if I do say so myself.
That's more along the lines of evolution, than brainstorming!

Still, raw nuggets of ideas like those sticky notes can turn into marvelous works of art if they are treated right.  Yep, every doodle is potential swan, you just have to find the right fairy tale for it to fit into!

Now excuse me, gotta go slap my computer around, and who knows... mebbe knock another doodle loose...



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