The Desert Peach Webcomic

The Desert Peach #29, Page 16 (No Comments)

I figure most of my regular readers had already guessed who this was, anyway.

The Desert Peach #29, Page 15 (No Comments)

Oh, you’re not able to translate that? Neither am I… I think it means something like wanna-be’s. This is what comes of the author getting tired of footnotes.

The Desert Peach #29, Page 14 (No Comments)

There’s always good stuff out where soldiers are. I had so much fun drawing these birch trees. It looks cold to me.

The Desert Peach #29, Page 13 (4 Comments)

Don’t you wish you lived like this? Well, outside the castrating reindeer with your teeth.

The Desert Peach #29, Page 12 (2 Comments)

I’m not making this method of castration up. Among most original herding peoples, they used flakes of stone to guarantee cleanliness. But what do you do when the stone is covered by snow? Wash your mouth out with hot tea and get to work. We should make fun of anybody buying tiger bone or rhinoceros [...]

The Desert Peach #29, Page 11 (No Comments)

Wars are for women, gold, territory and slaves. Always have been, always will. (For gold, read “resources.” Oil will do).

The Desert Peach #29, Page 10 (No Comments)

The cynicism and disloyalty of prisoners, just to survive.

The Desert Peach #29, Page 9 (9 Comments)

He has a home, at least. With people who value him now.

The Desert Peach #29, Page 8 (No Comments)

Not EVERYBODY was in World War Two. Or even knew about it. The reindeer is doing a kind of snort-gasp against another member of the herd he really likes. It’s a reindeer thang.

The Desert Peach #29, Page 7 (No Comments)

Snotty little man, isn’t he? The clicking is the sound of the reindeer foot tendon, snapping as they walk or run or travel-trot.