Evil Inc Shareholder Report: 🚀 Halfway, Hints, and Hot Takes

Now that Angus and Lightning Lady have declared their love for one another, we’re down to the end of another exciting Evil Inc chapter. I have just a couple of loose ends to tie up before starting the next storyline. For example… what the heck is happening here??

🚀 Halfway there — and heating up!

We’re officially past the halfway mark on the Kickstarter for the new Evil Inc After Dark graphic novel, “Full Stream Ahead.” 

We’ve hit the halfway point of the Evil Inc After Dark: Full Stream Ahead Kickstarter — and wow, what a ride it’s been so far. The support has been incredible, and I can’t thank you enough for fueling this project.

But here’s the best part: we’re only halfway done. That means two more weeks of new backers, fresh surprises, and maybe even some stretch goals if we keep this momentum rolling.

If you’ve already pledged — thank you for making this book a reality. If you’re still on the fence, now’s the time to jump in and help us finish strong.

👉 Patreon: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/guigar/evil-inc-after-dark-full-stream-ahead?ref=5dmbx1

Let’s make the second half of this campaign even hotter than the first!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q.: Are any of the characters based on real people?

A.: I always caution younger cartoonists against building their characters out of real people they know. It’s tempting — you’ve got that quirky friend, that overbearing boss, that relative who’s a walking punchline. But the moment you start using them as a character, they stop being “inspiration” and start being a co-writer. And believe me, no one needs an uncredited collaborator standing over their shoulder saying, “My character wouldn’t do that.”

When you do this, you’ve essentially handed over veto power to someone who didn’t earn it. Suddenly, your story decisions have to pass through a filter of how this real-life person feels about being represented. And nine times out of ten, they’ll want the character to be cooler, sexier, or smarter than they really are — and your story suffers for it.

My advice? Borrow traits, voices, and mannerisms from everywhere (movies, books, the guy ahead of you in line at Wawa), but stitch them together into someone new. That way, you’re in control — and your characters belong entirely to you.

Bite-sized Spice

Patreon backers have been getting a little extra something lately: my Flash Fiction rewards. These are short, spicy stories you can read in under five minutes — perfect for a quick hit of comedy, kink, or chaos. Each one is designed to tantalize, tease, and sometimes surprise, giving you a taste of the weird and wild world of Evil Inc After Dark without slowing down your day.

Here’s a sneak peek from the latest installment, Idle Conversation…

They’d been married for ten years. Two kids, both finally at school. An afternoon appointment across town, and — this being Philadelphia — every block was a battlefield.

Rob drove like every other driver on Broad Street: too fast, too close, and too stubborn to give an inch. Tasha kept jabbing at her imaginary brake from the passenger seat.

“Yellow light!” she warned.

“I got time,” he said. He made the light but missed her point.

God, how she hated the way that man drove.

At the next intersection, a Subaru darted in front of him and braked too early. He leaned on the horn, indignant.

“She made me miss my green light!” he barked.

Tasha sighed, watching two young women waiting at the corner. The tall one stood with her phone in hand, posture straight and sharp as her clothes. A fitted pencil skirt hugged her hips, and a cream blouse tucked neatly into the waistband. Her dark hair was pulled back into a glossy bun, and her makeup was professional but restrained—the kind of woman who’d bark orders at interns all day and still make her spin class at six. She tapped the toe of her stiletto impatiently against the sidewalk, eyes on the traffic as if she could will it to move faster.

Next to her, the shorter girl was a direct counterpoint: all black lace and attitude. A cropped leather jacket hung off her shoulders, and a pleated skirt ended just high enough to show where the tops of her striped stockings bit into thick thighs. She had dyed-black hair with a streak of purple that caught in the afternoon sun, and heavy eyeliner that gave her an air of permanent disdain. A choker ring glinted against her throat, and it looked as if it had seen plenty of use..

Neither looked at the other, but you could feel the silent static between them — the finance queen too polished to acknowledge the goth, the goth too goth to care.

As the light flipped green, Tasha turned to Rob with a mischievous glint.

“So,” she said, “which one of them do you think would be the most fun to f***?”