Comic 11

Your name? Why would you know that? Ninja's abandon their names when they become ninjas. They even hide it from themselves, so well that even they can't remember. This is common knowledge after all.

You take a second to look around the room. This is your ninja training room, where you practice all your amazing skills for the day when you will put them to good use. It's very traditionally Japanese, as are all things that are true ninja.

Huh, there seems to be something leaking from the screen door. It's red and drippy. You wonder what it is...

What do you think the most ninja appropriate course of action would be?

Name this comic!

Now that we've revealed the other half of our comic duo we'd like to have you guys give us some more input. Specifically, as a reader driven comic, we'd like you guys to name it for us! So post your best suggestions for a name, and we'll be picking one out in a few weeks. So make them good guys, and remember to keep them tasteful.

Comic 10

Konnichiwa. You are a most honorable ninja, a warrior of the shadows, here to sneak, stalk, and kill many unsuspecting victims. Lets not forget the pirates either; you hate those sons of bitches! You haven't murdered many of them yet, but soon pirates everywhere will know to fear the name of...

...huh, you seem to have forgotten your name. Now what was it again....

Comic 9

...the fresh salty air blowing in your face. You're taken aback at first by the sudden shock to your senses, but then soak it up. Ah...this is where you belong. On the open sea, living for the next adventure. Danger everywhere, life or death uncertain. This is what it means to be a pirate.

As you stand on the deck of your ship, you're filled with pirate stirrings of wanderlust and exploration. No more sitting around moping about being sober for you. Now is the time for action! You raise your boot to the sky, ready to greet the day head on.

...Well this is embarrassing. It appears your boat is dry docked. When did this happen?

Oh yeah, your crew mentioned something about this. You thought it was just another sea shanty. At least this explains why there was no singing.

You seem to at least be in a harbor town of some kind. The noonday sun shines brightly down upon you, and you can hear the bustle of activity all around. The seagulls shriek at each other and you can smell the salt air.

Oh, and Cinnamon. You can still smell that.

No use just standing here though. You wonder what adventures and mysteries this town has in store for you.

Comic 8

As you stand there pondering, you notice your fake leg seems to be leaking. The cursed thing must be waterlogged from all your time at sea.

Wait a second, you don't have a fake leg. All your limbs are still perfectly attached.

You take off your boot. Joy of joys! It's filled with grog! In your sober state, you'd forgotten about the secret stash of grog you keep in your boot, for emergencies such as these. After all, a pirate never knows when he'll need a boot full of grog.

You praise your drunken forethought and are about to take a swig from the boot when the faint scent of cinnamon wafts through the open door, tickling your noise hairs. Where could that be coming from? Curious, with Grog in hand (or in boot), you venture outside to find...

Comic 7

You feel overwhelmed by the sea of possibilities. So much out there, so much to do...yet you're at a complete loss.

Thoughts of grog still bubble at the forefront of your mind. Until you finally get your hands on some grog, you find it too hard to think of new things. It's usually your rag tag crew that suggests where to go, what to plunder, and so forth. You just go along with whatever sounds the most fun to drunkenly stumble through.

Oh right, your crew. You have one of those. Though you can't seem to remember where they are now. You should probably find those lazy bastards, make them give you whatever grog they've been hording. Captain's share and all.

Comic 6

Hmmm...this stuff on your eye? Could it perhaps be...Grog? Should you taste it and find out?

That is the single stupidest thing you've ever thought of. Who would be dumb enough to think that would be a good idea?

Eager to get the parrot's "buried treasure" out of your eye, you reach for the map behind you. A piece of it seems to have shaken loose. You wipe your eye clean and set the map back in place. In fact, it's sticking to the wall better than ever now.

You decide to take a close look at the map. It's supposedly a map of the world, or so that map maker back in Port Swindleton claimed. What a nice port town that was, with so many friendly honest merchants. How could you not spend all your money in a place like that?

While you're supposed to have kept track of your progress with the map, you've been much too distracted with pirate business to do something so trivial. Instead, you've been using it to doodle about your adventures. Or maybe they're what you wish were your adventures. You're usually too drunk to tell the difference.

Comic 5

Time to pay bird! Using your pirate super strength, you lift the cage over your head with one arm, ready to smash it through the wall, crushing the foul fowl within.

Wait a second...pirates don't have super strength.

The cage suddenly becomes very heavy and unwieldy as you realize this sad truth, and you're able to weakly chuck it against the wall before your arm's strength gives out. You miss the wall completely, and the cage comes crashing to floor, shaking the entire cabin and everything in it. Shiprot and Scurvy, what's that cage made of?

Amazingly, a part of the cage breaks open. The parrot darts out before you can even say "shiver me timbers, stop you feathered fiend!"

"FORGOT HIS LOST LENORE"

You fall backward as the parrot dives at you, landing squarely on your barnacled behind.

"ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY"

The bird circles the room once before flying out the door, which seems to have shaken open with the small small scale earthquake caused by the cage.

"NEVERMORE"

Oh look, he left you a nice present in your eye. Wasn't that thoughtful.

Comic 4

NO!! The Grog! You won't give up yet! Desperate, you drop to the floor, trying to lick just a few drops before it seeps into the wood. Sadly, you've fallen just a little short. Curse your luck! If only you had a pair of arms to just push you forward a little bit...

The last of the grog falls through the cracks in the floor, leaving only a large stain mark.

An anger begins to build in your gut, the type of anger that can only come from a pirate being unexpectedly and incurably sober. Like a cabin boy in front of a lit cannon, you spring to your feet, grabbing the novelty mug from the table, ready to cut down your enemy.

Hey, you found an arm.

But there's no time to wonder about this now. The squawker must pay for what it did! Now where did that noise come from...

Land ho! Or parrot ho, as the case may be. The feathery brigand sits in the corner, smirking at you from the safety of his cage.

"NEVERMORE."

What did it just say? Did you hear that right?

"NEVERMORE."

The parrot seems to be a bit confused.

"NEVERMORE."

Clearly, the bird has gone mad. And the blasted creature made you spill your grog. According to the pirate code, this makes you well within your rights to seek vengeance. Or drink some grog. You know, if you had any.

Regardless, something must be done.

Back in action!

I, your humble artist, am back and working hard. There should be a new comic up later on today.

On a related note, San Francisco is an amazing city.

Sorry for the late update!

Hey guys, sorry the latest issue of CYOMA is late. The artist was out and about this weekend and had little time to use the internet. But don't worry, he should be back soon and we'll have a new comic ready to go in no time. So just sit tight, and keep telling your friends to post suggestions too. After all, the more comments we get, the more fun we can make this comic.

Comic 3

"So focused are you on finding your grog, that the squawk takes you completely by surprise. You jolt upright, bumping your head hard against the table. A thousand and one sailor's curses come to mind, but you can't decide which one to use. After all, you've worked hard over the years to build up your pirate vocabulary, and you need to think carefully in order to choose the right word for the occasion."

"As you debate your potential verbal obscenities, the sword shaped novelty mug on the table tips over, emptying it's contents onto the floor. You watch helplessly as your precious grog spills everywhere, until all your left with is puddle on the floor, an empty mug, and a shattered dream.

The loud squawking continues, only adding to your frustration."

Comic 2

"You continue to ponder over this difficult question for a bit, and finally decide to call it quits. The answers to these questions, like the answers to all great questions, can only be found at the bottom of a mug of grog, and sadly, you don’t have any. Though you were sure you had one earlier. But it’s so hard to think clearly without that delicious lukewarm swill swishing around in your gut."

"You are a pirate, and you need your Grog, and that’s all there is to it. You begin to search for your precious elixir. A quick glance of the room reveals nothing, so you bend down to look under the table. As you do so, you hear a loud squawk from somewhere else in the room."

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Comic 1

"Yar and welcome. You are a pirate, a bucaneer of the sea, here to loot, plunder, and drink lots of rum. Lets not forget the wenches! You're not very famous yet, but soon the world will know to fear the name of...

...huh, you seem to have forgotten your name. Now what was it again...."

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Welcome

Hey everyone, welcome to Choose Your Own Misadventure! This is a new webcomic we're just starting up. It's a bit of an homage to another comic called "MS Paint Adventures", and will follow a similar format.

You, the readers, will post suggestions for what the characters will do in the story. We'll look them over, and pick the ones that work the best (or that we like the best) and use it to determine the direction the story will go.

Now, some of you are probably thinking we're completely ripping off MS Paint adventures, which in some ways we are. However, we're doing this more as an homage to MS Paint Adventures and give the reader the feeling of control over the story. We want to recapture that feeling that the first few MS Paint Adventures had, where they felt fun and random, and where things happened that no one ever expected. Most importantly of all, we want to tell a story, even if we have no idea how it's going to turn out. So don't feel we're trying to rip off or steal you away from MS Paint Adventures. Read both, enjoy both. But at least give this one a chance before you just dismiss it as a bad copy. So dive right in and start posting your suggestions. We're looking forward to experiencing a wacky misadventure with you.