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Evil Inc Shareholder Report: Double-Crosses & Doppelgängers!

Added 2025-08-09 17:00:07 +0000 UTC

Big reveals in Evil Inc, a new Mixtape meltdown, and updates from the road to Reubens.

Previously, in Evil Inc…

This week had two big reveals — did you guess them correctly? First, Mr. Prentice is uncovered as the mastermind behind the recent spate of corporate espionage at the Evil Inc Fairmount branch. Secondly, an alternate-universe Lightning Lady has been the one feeding Prentice the information all along. That’s bad news for Angus, who was last seen fighting for his life in the literary world of Hemingway’s “Death in the Afternoon.”

Coming up next, Lightning Lady squares off against an opponent who is her equal in (almost) every way!

Since we’re winding down this chapter, I recently posted a detailed storyline recap [EI website]. It’s a good way to refresh your memory of the plot points that started way back in January!

National Cartoonists Society

In a few days, I’m going to be heading to Boston for the 79th annual Reuben Awards and NCS Conference! I’ve been a member of the National Cartoonists Society for a few years now, and attending the annual conference is something I look forward to every year! It’s a fantastic opportunity to see my old friends from across the country — and make some new ones. My ComicLab co-host, Dave Kellett, and I will even be doing a presentation during the conference!

😈 😈 😈 😈 Spice line 😈 😈 😈 😈

New EiAD Storyline

Justice Ltd's trophy room is in ruins, Captain Heroic is seeing red, and Mixtape just hit Play on one of the most dangerous powers in his collection.

🔥 This special EiAD story was written by a Kickstarter backer, whose reward included guest-writing a short comic. You may recall his previous work from Evil Inc After Dark #46 [Patreon Collection | EiAD website], and longtime readers will know that before becoming Mixtape, he was known as Dr. Zapp. [Patreon Collection | EiAD website].

...and this one’s just as wild! Here's a quick refresher on Mixtape's superpowers.

You won’t believe where this story goes next…

Flash Fictions

Speaking of recent EiAD storylines, EiAD #77 featured Angus attending a meeting of Minotaurs Without Mates. [EiAD website | Patreon Collection] During that storyline, this happy bull shared his coping technique…

I decided to … er… drill deeper on that storyline, so I wrote a Flash Fiction about some of the other services offered by the fertility clinic. (2,800 words / 15-minute read.) Here’s an excerpt:

The waiting room was colder than usual, or maybe Elliot Penniwitz was just nervous. He clutched a reusable water bottle and tried not to stare at the massive claw marks in the floor near the check-in desk.
Beside him, his young wife, Callie, flipped through a well-worn pamphlet titled “Second Trimester: Letting Your Body Lead (and Your Partner Catch Up).” She looked calm, radiant, and extremely pregnant. Her belly was a beach ball under a snug maternity dress, and her breasts were giving “fertility goddess” energy. Even the chair she sat in had a slightly bowed backrest, as if it had seen this particular patient more than once.
The receptionist gave them a cheerful wave. “Suite C is ready for you.”
Callie rose in one smooth, practiced motion. Elliot followed, less smooth, less practiced. As they passed the front desk, it seemed to Elliot that his wife and the receptionist exchanged a meaningful glance. As the receptionist turned her gaze to him, the smile remained, but the meaning seemed… different.
The hallway to Suite C was discreetly lit, lined with pastel murals of babies being rocked by creatures that would make most Dungeons & Dragons players need a fresh character sheet. They passed a tentacled creature whispering softly to a woman in a bathrobe, and an elf offering post-session smoothies at a hydration bar.
Suite C smelled like sandalwood and science. Medical posters displayed the reproductive systems of human females and cross-section diagrams of mammary glands. The examination table was more heavily padded than the traditional ones, but it came with the usual stirrups found in the offices of OB-GYNs. On either side of the room, cabinets and countertops offered the usual array of tongue depressors, cotton swabs, and band aids in sturdy glass jars. Did one of the containers hold devices that looked like nipple clamps?
Before Elliot could ask, his eyes darted to the blue orc towering in the center of the room.
Gralsh was a walking sculpture of muscle, posture, and polished tusks. His uniform — a snug, sleeveless tunic with the clinic’s tasteful logo embroidered at the collar — barely contained him. His clipboard looked like it had been forged from reinforced titanium.
“Callie,” he said, his voice like velvet dragged across a drum. “You’re looking… healthy.”
Callie beamed. “Almost thirty weeks.”

Bonus reward!

I have so much fun bringing you a surprise reward last month — Dollhouse #6 by Sexgazer — that I’ve got another one planned for August! Stay ’tooned!

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