Mediocre thrice weekly video game comic PVP has walked back their time skip in the most amazing way possible.
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Like everyone else, I didn't give a shit about PVP anymore.
So let's fill everyone in.
Background: Who is Scott Kurtz and why shouldn't you care?
I am probably misremembering some details, anyone who remembers better feel free to correct. All faggots are very much alike and sort of blur together after a while.
Scott Kurtz is one of the "first wave" Webcomicers, making it his full-time gig when that was still rarity. He talks smack about the traditional Newspaper Comic industry, but its been made abundantly clear he'd crawl across broken glass for a taste of King Syndicate's unwashed foreskin.
Anyway, since Syndicate Senpai never noticed him, he's made a name for himself being a drama queen in the established Webcomic circles. Nigga cannot keep his mouth shut or his nose out of other people's shit. He's pissed off most any big names in the Webcomic world amoung his peers. He is (or was for a time) persona non grata at Penny Arcade due to shit stirring as I recall.
If I'm remembering my gossip faggots right, Kurtz' only real big accomplishment was that like Pete Abrams, he remained wholly independent, never signing up to a collective like Keenspot or Hiveworks. But, unlike Abrams, he made sure to inject himself into any community happenings.
Scott Kurtz also is (or at least was) very, very fat. Like in the mid 5's for height and over 3 bills.
What the fuck is PVP
PVP was this weird not-quite gamer comic. When almost everyone else was doing comics with characters in that nebulous "near college age", PVP had characters who were a little older and more established in their characters, but it wasn't really an "Office" comic either. Anyway PVP was a gaming magazine like PC Gamer, and the main star was Brent who was their webdeveloper/graphic artist and resident Macfag. He also had a intelligent cat and a Troll imaginary friend who isn't imaginary. There was also a Panda for a time. I mostly forget, it wasn't really my jam. His nerd slice-of-imaginary-life comics sometimes worked but more often didn't.
Anyway, as Kurtz got older, fatter, and more uncool so did his characters.
If you hate yourself do an archive binge, stop as soon as Brent trades his sunglasses for normie glasses. Its rare, but it lets you pinpoint the exact moment Kurtz' boomer faggotry entered into his brainstem. He kind of twitches along for a bit after, if you want to examine the death spasms.
I've been too busy doing more important things than reading PVP, like watching paint dry. What's the deal?
So Kurtz I guess did a time skip where the younger characters were now in their 30s/40s and new characters, including the daughter of Brent and Redhead Waifu is now old enough to start working at PVP, which I guess is now a game studio or something? I didn't bother trying to find out.
He stopped that in June to make a comic about his Dad having a stroke and slowly turning into a vegetable. Because I know I definitely want to read about the extremely slow death of people. Sign me up fam.
Anyway, I guess traffic finally dipped enough that Kurtz is now going back to the well since his "therapy" (read: subjecting viewers to his depressing shit) is over.
