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@maxrebofacts
Hey guys. I hate to break the immersion of this blog, but I just don't think I'll be able to finish the comic. I have a lot of other projects I'm working on at the moment that take priority and are EXTREMELY time consuming (comics and animation and game development... why do i torture myself). I know it's been quite a few months so probably nobody's still paying attention to this place, but if anyone's interested I'll probably just write a short summary of the rest of the story. After that, maybe I'll go back to just posting some silly Max Rebo Facts like the good old days. Thanks for following along so far.
MAX REBO opens up his dream journal, and jots down a short description of his dream. He writes a dream down every single time he wakes up. He’s never had a sleep with no dreams in his life!
MAX REBO remembers that he needs to get to work. He heads down to the library.
There’s a lot of books here. He isn’t sure which section he should search for books in first.
AWAITING INPUT>>>
MAX speaks up. In a tiny, shaking voice, he says...
“I don’t want to do anymore tests.” There’s a pause.
“Really, now?” HUXLEY responds in a calm voice.
“This is just some sort of game to you, isn’t it? You think I’m just doing this for my health? I’m the only person who is being this kind to you. Don’t you know I’m trying to bring out your true potential? This is for your own good.”
MAX tries to speak up. “B-But-”
“NO BUTS, MAXWELL. I put so much time and energy into these tests. Be grateful for once. Maybe the reason they aren’t working is because you aren’t cooperating. But you know what? I’d almost consider letting you skip this one.”
“But I know you went into the Septic Rot Department, Maxie. I’ve told you over and over never to go down there. But you disobeyed me, Maxie. I’ve been so kind to you, and you disobeyed me.”
MAX tries to explain. “But Huxley, the tests are scary and they hurt and-”
“If this test hurts, it’s because you deserve it, you disobedient little shit. This is my life’s work. You’re doing this fucking test.”
“I’ll see you in a week, you worthless brat.”
It’s dark. It’s nothing. MAX REBO doesn’t know where his body ends and the void begins.
Then he hears a voice.
“¿Ԁ˥ƎH ƎWOS ƎʞI˥ ∩O⅄ p˥∩OM ˙X∀W 'O˥˥ƎH“
MAX REBO wakes up.
He hasn’t had this nightmare since the Global Storm.
AWAITING INPUT>>>
MAX REBO feels a sharp pinch in his heart. He doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t like the tests. But HUXLEY is kind. HUXLEY just wants what’s best for him.
“Come now, Maxie. This test is very special.” WILLIAM HUXLEY leads MAX down a long hall. It ends in a door.
“I’m truly hoping this is the test to work. After all this time, our years of hard work might pay off. This is a special creation of mine called the Nowhere Room.”
MAX REBO is shaking. His heart is beating faster.
He wants to tell HUXLEY the truth.
AWAITING INPUT>>>
For a split second, MAX REBO gets an odd feeling in his gut as though he’s in danger. That’s ridiculous though, WILLIAM HUXLEY is a generous man. He took MAX in when he had nowhere else to go.
“Don’t worry, Maxie. I think you’re very silly,” says HUXLEY.
“Silly?” asks MAX.
“Yes, it means funny, lighthearted, powerful. Just like you. Come now, Maxie,” HUXLEY replies, “it’s time for another test.”
AWAITING INPUT>>>
MAX REBO walks over to Mr. Laurence and says, in a triumphant sounding voice, “Ya workin’ hard, or hardly workin’?” MAX expects this to get a chuckle. After all, it got a chuckle the last 30 times he said it this week.
Instead, Mr. Laurence sighs and places his hands over his face. “Max, no offense, but you really need to start using a different joke...”
This kind of hurts. MAX just wanted to make him laugh.
Suddenly, a familiar shadow slides into view and a warm, comforting voice chimes in. “Come now, Mr. Laurence. Is that any way to speak to our little guest?”
It’s DOCTOR WILLIAM HUXLEY.
AWAITING INPUT>>>
MAX REBO keeps getting this weird impulse to find “his desk.”
Why on Earth would he have a desk? Only people who work have desks, and only grown-ups are people who work. People who are 8 years old do not work. People who are 8 years old play with toys and do scary tests. MAX REBO thinks it would be cool to be a grown-up, though.
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MAX REBO knows he isn’t supposed to be down here, so he climbs the ladder at the back to get back out.
MAX REBO is in the main office of THE REBO FOUNDATION.
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MAX REBO would LOVE to get started on this, but it’s getting very late. The LIBRARY is closed now, and the REBO ZONE is closing in a few minutes, so he heads home to his APARTMENT.
It’s going to be hard to sleep tonight, given all the thoughts running around in his mind, but he’s going to need to be well rested for the amount of research he’s going to need to get done in the morning.
MAX REBO gets into bed the way he always does, and slowly drifts off to sleep.
MAX REBO is in the SEPTIC ROT DEPARTMENT.
AWAITING INPUT>>>
MAX REBO would LOVE to get started on this, but it’s getting very late. The LIBRARY is closed now, and the REBO ZONE is closing in a few minutes, so he heads home to his APARTMENT.
It’s going to be hard to sleep tonight, given all the thoughts running around in his mind, but he’s going to need to be well rested for the amount of research he’s going to need to get done in the morning.
MAX REBO gets into bed the way he always does, and slowly drifts off to sleep.
It can’t be that easy, right? There’s no scientifically sound proof heaven exists, there’s not even proof of souls. The logistics of a living creature even entering a location made to store dead beings would be insane, and the research he’d need to do beforehand would take forever.
...Although there’s tons of information available these days on tons of topics, and he already knows different universes exist, and he knows it’s possible for god-like beings to exist, and... and...
...MAX REBO is seriously about to try breaking into fucking heaven.
AWAITING INPUT>>>
>>>INPUT RECEIVED
MAX REBO decides to take his mind off of everything and ride MAX REBO’S GALACTIC DANCE BLASTERS, a ride where you spin around a spaceship shooting alien bugs.
It’s not working. He keeps thinking about the past. It’s his fault he’s this lonely. If he could make it up to JAKE, maybe he’d have a friend again, or at the very least get the weight off his chest of being believed to be a murderer. Bringing GRANT from another universe didn’t work, making a clone of GRANT probably would end just as poorly. It would be so much easier if he could just break into heaven and...
...Wait, would that be possible? Could that actually work?
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MAX REBO decides to go over to a pretzel stand to order a pretzel. He asks if they have peppermint flavor, and the man running the stand says no. This is followed by an aggressive argument consisting of the following:
“Why not?! That’s my- that’s Max Rebo’s favorite flavor!”
“I don’t know dude, I just work here.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
After this harrowing exchange, MAX REBO buys a pretzel and walks off. He begins thinking of his past.
It’s been one year since the GLOBAL STORM.
One year since he returned to the REBO FOUNDATION.
...
...
...
MAX REBO opens his FANNY PACK. He doesn’t feel like eating anymore.
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>>>INPUT RECEIVED
MAX digs into his FANNY PACK and fishes out his CREDIT CARD. Well, it isn’t his, exactly. He stole it off some dead guy he found in Washington. He’s not sure why he hasn’t been caught yet or how much money’s on this thing, but it’s been pretty reliable so far.
The numbers have been blurred for the dead guy’s safety.
Satisfied with the knowledge that he still has free money, MAX puts the CARD back into his PACK.
AWAITING INPUT>>>
>>>INPUT RECEIVED
MAX REBO feels a sudden urge to check his inventory. He does not know why his thought was phrased that way, but he opens his FANNY PACK nonetheless.
MAX REBO’s FANNY PACK contains a RUBBER BAND, a WHOOPEE CUSHION, a CREDIT CARD, a NOVELTY CRAB-SHAPED SOAP BAR, a TOOTHBRUSH, and a vintage 1940 MOUNTAIN DEW bottle that he is letting age for a special occasion.
MAX REBO isn’t sure why he opened his FANNY PACK, so he zips it back up again.
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MAX REBO is at the Rebo Zone Theme Park staring wistfully at a bronze statue of himself. It is the park’s grand opening, and MAX went believing that reflecting on his past might cheer him up. It has only reminded him that he is truly alone. The only person who knows he is still alive is JAKE, who hates him, believing he murdered his boyfriend GRANT. To everyone else, he’s just some guy who sort of looks like MAX REBO if you look at him right.
MAX has not felt this lonely since he was in the NOWHERE ROOM.
He didn’t kill GRANT. He knows he didn’t.
MAX REBO isn’t sure what to do anymore.
AWAITING INPUT>>>