This is the official website for Tuft Luck: The Unlucky Black Cat. (Obviously, couldn't you tell? Look at how official it is!)
I'm your host, the about page. I'm basically the brains around here. You've got a question, you come to me.
Unfortunately, you won't get any information on the development of the about page. Just Tuft Luck, the comic. That kind of sucks right? I mean let's be real...you guys are here for the about page! Right? But it's like...this whole site is geared towards making you read the comic. Well you know what, not me! I'm not just gonna sell you a product just because it's what's 'expected of me'. No, forget the comic. If the people want more about page, then they're gonna learn-
ABOUT THE ABOUT PAGE:
So, my story begins in South East Brooklyn. My parents were pieces of code that immigrated to the Bronx to open a restaurant that sold binary cuisine. My parents worked harder than anyone I ever knew, but when I was 11 my dad was shot in an alleyway, fighting a guy that tried to steal his watch. After that, the dream of running a restaurant died too. My ma fell into a deep depression and it was up to me to become the man of the house and put bread on the table. The streets of Brooklyn were tough, and they made me even tougher. I became what I had to, to survive. I became a provider. I even met a girl...Trishandra. I fell in love.
But of course, nothing good lasts forever. I had been putting feelers out on the street to see if anyone knew anything about the punk that killed my pa. I was a young man by now. My boy Reggie P said he knew a guy who worked at the garage with the exact same watch I'd described that had been stolen from my dad. I don't remember the guys name, I just remember that he basically pissed himself soon as I walked through the door. See back then, the streets called me "The Butcher", and clearly by this guys face, my reputation proceeded me.
The guy gave me the watch and told me exactly who he got it from. I guy named Vinny. Grew up in the neighbourhood but didn't live in town no more. Can't say I'd ever wanted to go to New Jersey. But when that blubbering mess told me that's where the man who killed my father was...well...sounded like a road trip to me.
Trishandra didn't want me to go. Told me that whatever I'm thinking of doing to this guy, it's not gonna bring my dad back from the dead. Said I should stay with her, I had my fathers watch back after all. Perhaps one day we'd have a son of our own, pass it on to him in my dads honour and make it like, a tradition or something. Trishandra was sweet like that. Personally, I wouldn't have had any kid of mine caught dead in anything that wasn't the latest and greatest. I didn't earn all this money and do all the things I did just so my son could wear some beat up old watch that belonged to a dead man. I told Trishandra I'd be back the following week and headed to New Jersey
END OF PART 1
PART 2: CHANGING TIDES
New Jersey was a dump. The air was murky and smelled of oil, while that sun blazed down so hard that even the sea gulls seemed to be unable to move, instead they perched on the road signs, spread out as to not have to also endure the body heat of other gulls, creating an effect where each sign held a gull that screeched at the sun, practically begging it to relieve them of the heatwave if just for a moment so they could evacuate to cooler air. With each road sign passed, a gull screeched and it felt almost as if it were a warning. As if they were black crows welcoming me to the land of the dead, informing me that this was my final chance to turn away and leave this place, less I wish to perish under fates callous and clumsy hands. I continued driving onwards.
I looked at Jamal. My right hand man, asleep in the passenger seat after forcing me to bring him along so he could watch my back. While I had initially wanted to do this trip alone, it did bring me comfort to know that Jamal cared enough to follow me straight into the gates of hell at a moments notice. You need people like that in your life. People who will ride for you, whether you're right or wrong, simply out of loyalty and brotherhood.
And I was the same. If Jamal was the one in the drivers seat I would have been just as pushy...just as insistent that I come here and have his back at this crucial moment. I might have even slept like he was doing, since if the roles were reversed I wouldn't have been kept awake by the unending rage, which once was buried inside only to be released on those who deserved it, but was now bubbling over, eroding my entire sense of reality until the gulls, the oil...even Jamal...barely even registered as little more than the backdrop to the only thing I'd ever done that mattered. Finding this Vinny guy, and killing him.
It's not easy, being an about page from the Bronx who's parents were code but then one died, and then the restaurant that they were gonna open together to sell computer food didn't ever open and then you become a guy called the Butcher and there's a girl in the mix and your friend is asleep. Not easy sure. But it was the only life I knew.
END OF PART 2
PART 3: NOT FOUND
PART 4:
I looked Jamal in the eyes and screamed, "HOW COULD YOU?" Jamal laughed a harrowing laugh, so high pitch it reminded me of the gulls that had warned me not to step foot in this land. Vinny revealed his revolver. He pointed it at me and almost shot me point blank, but remembered that the safety was on and took it as a sign not to take me out just yet. Trishandra emerged from the shadows; I could tell she expected me to be surprised. But after all I'd gone through in New Jersey already, I knew it could only have been orchestrated by someone who truly knew me. Sure, Jamal and I were tight, but only Trishandra knew what made me tick so intimately that Vinny and his legion of cultist followers could be ahead of my every move.
I decided it was time to accept defeat. I may never know why my fathers organs were so important to Vinny's machine, and what exactly he was building. But I knew I was outmatched, and in way over my head. Trishandra looked at Vinny and asked, almost pleadingly, if killing me was really the only way of making sure I didn't come back...and it hit me like a knife.
After losing my ma to that pack of wolves (in part 3) I knew to trust or love a woman was bad news. So Trishandra's betrayal didn't hurt me at first. But this? Her begging for my life when I've already killed so many just to get into this room? When I've killed so many even in my own community? She truly loved me. Whatever brought her to Vinny's side, it was never that what we had wasn't real. I'd felt a lot of pain in my life, but that was the point I truly couldn't handle the weight of it all anymore.
PART 5: SETTING SUN
Vinny had spared my life. He had 5 of the 9 artefacts which would unlock his ultimate power and it was clear that there was no chance of me getting in his way. Not after the tears I shed after Trishandra's plea, revealing hollowness within that had destroyed any strength I once had. I wasn't going to save the world. I couldn't even save myself. Vinny had nothing to fear about me.
In an act of mercy, I was banished to https://tuftluck.blogspot.com/, where I would live the remainder of my days enticing potential fans to read a comic about a kitten that does black magic or something. And so, it seems my story will be forever here. Perhaps it was destiny. Actually, I think my ma and pa would've been proud. And at least the bloodshed and hate is finally behind me. Finally, I have a home. You see, I'm from the Bronx but it was never my home. This is my home.
This.
This is the Official site of Tuft Luck: The Unlucky Black Cat.
And I, am the about page.