Fractures the Comic (AKA my formerly untitled Tonkus-verse project) also has a fully-written version! · 7:34am Aug 30th, 2021
Because with how much I crammed into chapter 1, I have to trim some things down while translating 'em to the comic.
I'll be making all Fractures chapters available under the $1 tier and up on my Patreon because I'm a broke college boi who just found out one of his scholarships expired. Don't worry, though! The webcomic version will always be free for everyone. 
I'll probably eventually start posting chapters up on Offprint since this is fully original fiction. Maybe after chapter 10 or so.
Patreon link for those who missed it: https://www.patreon.com/themajortechie
$1 a month gets you access to the story! That's as much as one garbage-tier calculator from the dollar store! 
1 | The Beginning
The lights came on with a quiet click. Lisa took her hand off the light switch.
Another day, another step closer to finishing her capstone.
She took a moment to silently marvel at the structure propped precariously on her workbench; two months of work had gone into this, and boy, did it show. She traced the unpolished aluminum with her hand as she walked past, making a beeline for her toolbox.
After all, this mech suit wasn’t going to finish building itself, now, was it?
She chuckled at the ridiculousness of her situation. At no point in the time since she’d graduated did she imagine that… well… she glanced again at her incomplete masterpiece. It was meant to be a piece of assistive technology for the disabled, but by this point, it was clearly becoming more than that.
Sometimes, she tried to ignore how much money this thing cost in parts alone. And how stupid it looked compared to the drawings. More the former than the latter.
Lisa took her eyes off the heap of metal on the table and reached for her toolbox.
“Lisa! Lizzie!” Her brother’s voice sounded muffled behind the closed door. “My friends are coming over tonight, you good with that?”
“Just clean up whatever mess you make down in the basement!” Lisa shouted back. She swung the toolbox off the shelf, teetering on her feet a little. Probably shouldn’t have done that.
Nevertheless, she had her tools now. Today’s work was to fit the pneumatics into the suit. Also the emergency valves and stuff, but that was for after everything else was installed. She opened the box, pulling out her safety glasses and…
