Orson recounts a tale of true and endless horror.
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News - New Site!
Heya folks, sorry for the relative quiet. I've been working away on a new site to host OMRH, and my web design skills are a far stretch from what they once were. I mean, honestly. What the hell is a stylesheet? Despite the curses shouted from my desk over the past few days, I'm making a lot of progress and I aim to have it up and looking sleek soon soon!
Tomorrow we got a real nice comic coming your way, so be sure to stop by!
-Reynard
Tomorrow we got a real nice comic coming your way, so be sure to stop by!
-Reynard
Hi! I'm the shallow one!
Now that we've got that out of the way, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Orson, and it is unclear what exactly (if anything) I contribute to this comic. Nevertheless, I find myself a willing participant. This is my first web comic as well, and I'd like to go on record promising you even less than Reynard. He and I have known each other for a few years now, so whatever we end up producing... Well, at least we can guarantee it will be... posted, if not funny. Between the two of us there is a strange sense of humor, often times spawned from violently opposed viewpoints. With any luck this means that our comics will run the gamut from wildly sucessful hilarious laugh-athons to really obscure martial-arts nerd jokes.
I suppose its only fair to give you a little background on myself, latecomer that I am. I have been dabbling in martial arts since the tender age of 6, starting first with Judo, then many years later sampling Tae Kwon Do, Tang Soo Do, Capoeira, and Kungfu. Needless to say, I'm a little eclectic.
I practice martial arts because I find it more entertaining and rewarding than other athletic activities I've tried, and the skill set it builds is second to none. Also, that whole "extending the lifespan" thing really does it for me. As an added bonus, every once in a while I am lucky enough to meet some people like Rey and Ash, who share the same interests and seem to tolerate me well enough.
Anyway, that's enough for now. I hope you enjoy reading One More Roundhouse.
-Orson
I suppose its only fair to give you a little background on myself, latecomer that I am. I have been dabbling in martial arts since the tender age of 6, starting first with Judo, then many years later sampling Tae Kwon Do, Tang Soo Do, Capoeira, and Kungfu. Needless to say, I'm a little eclectic.
I practice martial arts because I find it more entertaining and rewarding than other athletic activities I've tried, and the skill set it builds is second to none. Also, that whole "extending the lifespan" thing really does it for me. As an added bonus, every once in a while I am lucky enough to meet some people like Rey and Ash, who share the same interests and seem to tolerate me well enough.
Anyway, that's enough for now. I hope you enjoy reading One More Roundhouse.
-Orson
New Comic 05 - Maus' Arrival
The hardest working man in class makes a late arrival! (Click on the image for full-size viewing.)
Ostritch Fighter Turbo!
See? Like I said, pure flattery. I got a notification from Amazon today, and my pre-order of 'The Foot Fist Way' has shipped, and I'm sure I'll feel obligated to review it as soon as it has invaded my optical nerves in an onslaught of Danny McBride, Tae Kwan Do, deadpan hilarity. Not that Tae Kwan Do is, in itself, funny.
Okay, maybe it's a little funny. I mean, have you seen Olympic TKD? They fight like ostriches!
So, next week's comic introduces the last member of our currently three-person class, Maus. (You could join too, provided you're easy to draw.) Orson and I talk a lot of shit, but Maus is the only actual athlete amongst us, and probably the hardest working kid in class.
Anyway, I'm off to try my hand and snowboarding again, and hopefully I'll return with tailbone intact, and leg no worse than when I left. Oh, and I take back the jab about the comparing TKD'ers to ostritches: They do have skills.
-Reynard
Okay, maybe it's a little funny. I mean, have you seen Olympic TKD? They fight like ostriches!
So, next week's comic introduces the last member of our currently three-person class, Maus. (You could join too, provided you're easy to draw.) Orson and I talk a lot of shit, but Maus is the only actual athlete amongst us, and probably the hardest working kid in class.
Anyway, I'm off to try my hand and snowboarding again, and hopefully I'll return with tailbone intact, and leg no worse than when I left. Oh, and I take back the jab about the comparing TKD'ers to ostritches: They do have skills.
-Reynard
The Wrestler and the Striker
Heya guys! Sorry about the silence, I'm still hobbling around. Not sure exactly what the issue is with my gimp-ass leg. I'm trying to gently re-hab it, after I tried to use it last Thursday on a really low side-kick and succeeded only in making it worse. I caught most of the UFC Fight Night playing Saturday night, and became so rapt with it I ended up staying up til' 2AM watching. I fear this could become a habit. Some good comic fodder in there, though I'm always rooting for the wrong guy, it looks like.
So, I've got a question to submit to readers what got the cajones to discuss its fury. When they're paired up, who are you rooting for? The Wrestler, or the Striker?
I found myself hoping the plucky and technically superior striker would manage to bring down the grappling tank who was chasing him around the cage. Maybe that's just my own dislike of the Brazilian Ju-jitsu, making it difficult for me to ever get behind the grabby folks. But then, the next fight, I was absolutely in awe of some farmboy who obviously grew up greco-roman wrestling, pulling off really fantastic and complex manoeuvres.
Maybe that's what it comes down to. I just want excellence and control, regardless of what you're doing. A striker can look like a martial arts god with a little restraint, but too much fury, and I write him off as a bar-room fratboy slugger.
I'm always impressed with anyone who can weave a good submission and anaconda someone's face off, but I despise the Gracie who runs at his opponent and jumps him like a wet rag and ignores the beating he's receiving because he's too busy applying his arm-bar.
But I'm just an idealist, watching martial artists get beat down by brawlers while softly weeping into a pillow. What do I know? Nuffink! See you on Wednesday with the next comic, which, I assure you, flatters me greatly.
-Rey
New Comic - 03 - Competitive Kicking
Things get a little intense, and then, a little broken. (Click the image for full-size viewing.)
Mm, that New Belt Smell...
Hell yeah! I managed to pass on Saturday! Admittedly, the trash talk about cutting stuff with my feets has very firmly bitten me in the ass. Since I was the only person testing today, instead of a full test, the instructors just ran a regular class while paying a little extra attention to me. Made it a pretty low-pressure situation, but as per usual, that didn't keep me from being way too tense, as I perpetually am. I'm getting pretty used to getting critiqued on that point. I need to start taking horse tranquilizers before tests.
Besides tension, there were a few minor slip ups that my internal monologue was screaming at me for doing while I was in the middle of doing them. I got some good advice on a few problem areas, and a few new modifications to technique canon.
Oh, and then I tried to break my leg.
I got through the first board break no problem: Ridge-hand strike (2 Boards). Then there was a Jump Axe Kick (1 Board), and a Hop-in Side Kick (2 Boards). Never made it to the Hop-in Side.
I didn't have the holders lower the Jump-Axe board down far enough, and so I ended up over extending my leg while tipping forward, which, although it broke the board no problem, also hyper extended my knee, and tore up my hamstring. I think. The thing barely supported me the rest of the day, but I did manage to stretch it out enough that I could make the hop-in side break on Sunday, and recover a little pride. I'm hoping it's a pulled muscle and not something more important being actually torn.
Hey, at least I got the belt. Ordered a new heavier uniform (No more of that scratchy cheap-shit canvas), and I'm already looking forward to my next belt.
-Rey
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