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Dearest watcher. Thank you for you long-term support!

We invite you to come check out our Kickstarter for volumes 1 and 2 of our manga graphic novel books! We offer rewards such as: the book, a full page ad, art requests, your OC in our webtoon update (with credit and link backs for promo), and much more! The lowest reward is only $1!

You can find out more info here!:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/yenniefer/remote-angel-volume-2-a-manga-graphic-novel-relaunched

You can get to read it online to determine if you want a hard copy! It's linked in the Kickstarter. :3

Genres are: Drama/fantasy/apocalyptic/thriller/action/Romance

If you like Demon Slayer, Re:Zero or Steins; Gate, you may like our story!

We're trying to meet our first stretch goal!

Thank you for all the support throughout the years. <3

Thanks for the llama 😍

I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.

His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergie. But then things went downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. Had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just not going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.

So under the cover of high noon, he fled, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that poultry drama? ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ