No joke, that comic made me laugh so hard.
Done 
And here's the opening to my first ever attempt at a novel, London Watch House, which I'm stoked to say I've JUST uploaded ... grateful for all subs, comments etc.
|Why the frig is he here?|
A steady count to twenty suggests his lurching exit from the chillout space has interested no one else.
Rising from the carpet she is relieved to relocate him tottering down the long, acrid corridor.
At the end he tests a row of double doors. On his fourth stab he spins from view.
She considers forgetting him. Re-joining the others on the dance floor.
Exhaling slowly, she uses both palms on the cool metal bar.
Pads immediately clear of some weak backlighting.
Decomposing vegetables purse her mouth. As she waits for her eyes to adjust and for the bass throb to ease, a gentle click behind has her weigh her possible location.
Still she perceives no movement.
So goes to edge towards the body.
Bends cautiously.
Confirms it’s her colleague.
Suddenly demonic laughter. She snatches back her hand as the creature begins to rotate, coughing violently now.
Her favourite shoes skit a hasty retreat as lager vomit spatters the cobblestones. Instinctively, they respond with a boot to the ribs.
The Dr. Martens lash out again as the form continues its slow roll, before leaping in for a longer volley of kicks.
When they’re done, she pauses to glare down at the pathetic shape. Both fists to the ground, it takes advantage of the ceasefire to push onto its knees and sway gently.
Emitting a growl, she reaches under both armpits and yanks [... continues]
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(Hidden because it's a wee bit gory)
The chaos of melee swirled around her, thickening gunsmoke lending a dreamlike quality, and Sparrow barely registered the report of a pistol above the crash and screams until the shot seared across her arm in a welter of pain and spray of blood. Crying out in agony, she spotted her assailant, a gaunt woman with a tattooed face, rushing to draw a sword.
Sparrow dashed forwards and set on her with a wordless screech, hacking and hacking with her hatchet.
Cloth and skin split in bursts of blood. The woman wailed, falling back and over under the onslaught, but Sparrow – Aina – continued to hack and hack, splitting bones, cracking ribs, and shattering her skull. Red splattered and flowed, the woman fell silent and still, a scene of butchery until Aina was forcibly pulled away. She swung round, weapon raised, to see Grouse kneeling on the deck beside her. Green eyes looked out of a pale face with its own sanguinary marks, deep into hers as the other woman held her head in both hands.
‘It’s Sera,’ she said softly, ‘It’s over, hey?’
Well if it begins with screaming ...
Given the weight of fantasy on here, I can tell I'm going to have to open myself at least to sampling some 
It's simply never been my thang before now, I'm sorry to say (weird thing perhaps for a writer of any sort of fiction to claim?) There again, I do love ancient history so maybe your capricious gods can lead me gently by the hand ...?
It is this one right here
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From my comic MK's Jekyll and Hyde.
We all have our preferences 
I wouldn't let those gods lead you anywhere, you'll see why if you read far enough 
Have a read if you are interested xD, no need for sub if you don't like it but I can use some feedback if you don't mind the trouble
I just recently got into novel, so I am not sure if I am experience enough to give any feedback, i will sub and give it a go mean while. Yours is the second novel I am reading from tapas
Link:
Yellow ran towards the dragon and smacked it into the ground, and kicked him in the face. He went soaring off into the distance and stopped in midair. She kumped into the air, and landed onto Sol regem's back. She wrapped one arm around him and punched him with the other. He writhed around in the air aimlessly, hoping to shake her off. His arms weren't budging. His ribs were cracking. She kept punching him until his skull split. His body collapsed on the ground and slid several feet, stopping right in front of the rest of team CHYD.
Chloe: Whatever happened to no regrets?
Yellow: I still have none. Can we go now?
My novel has several but probably one of the most fun for me to write was revealing a primary antagonist and opposing force to my MC's
Summary
“The game isn't over yet.” came a firm masculine voice above them. Isaac's eyes scanned up nervously to see the strange circular figure that came floating down. It had two 'horns' on either side of it, and strange appendages that weren't directly attached that could resemble the bones of a bird's wing. The entire center of the figure looked like a cat's-eye when it's slit and narrow.
“What's... your plan?” Isaac asked, cautiously.
The figure, only best described as a demon eyeball, flew into the figure sitting on the chair. Suddenly it was gone, leaving a tattoo of its appearance on the torso of the boy and four horns piercing through the brown hair. Suddenly the green eyes blinked a few times, before a smirk appeared on his face. “We continue the experiment, naturally.”
Isaac and Akiio looked to each other nervously and then back to the fairy creature. “No punishment?” Akiio asked.
The green eyes darted to Akiio's and suddenly the fairy shifted over, swinging one leg over an arm of the chair. “What sort of punishment should I deal you two-- three? I wonder... My favorite, Crow, is now gone because of that powderpuff. Who'd have thought? Pink hair in exchange for a Piece of Cirrus.” He lifted his right hand up, staring at the metal on the fingers and hummed a little tune. “If a worm asks too many questions, he's likely to have his soul mysteriously consumed.” A green eye slid over to eye Akiio firmly. “I wouldn't mind another body. Atlan's is...”
I do have one scene in Effy - The living efficiency1 where she's brewing a cold revenge:
bridging into the next episode:
I hope you enjoy the mood... Welcome to sub if you like, but no pressure if you don't... 
"What's going on over there? That bitch giving you trouble?" He walked over to Emi and put the baseball bat in her face. "Why do you feel like antagonizing my boys, miss?" Emi looked down at the bat, the pompadour, back at the leader, and then opened her mouth.
"You really think this is gonna do anything to help your wannabe ass gang, Hector? Your little band of misfit toys has been going down in relevance for quite some time now. It also doesn't help that y'all's fashion sense is almost as whack as your goofy ass hai-.''
CLANG. Her words were cut off by the sound of the bat putting a dent in the bar that Emi was holding onto, right next to her head. Hector was red in the face with his nostrils flaring. "You just love runnin that trap of yours don't ya girly. That's gonna land you in some heat one of these days. Your intel is a bit off though. The Orange Viper Gang is coming back in a big way. And my hair..." Hector raised his bat above his head. "Is fresh to death!" He started to make a swing towards Emi's head and stopped a few centimeters from the top of her skull. The motion interrupted by the sound of a large sneeze. They all turned their heads towards the sound of the disturbance. The goon with sunglasses was in the face of a teary-eyed young man covering his nose with one hand and the other hand on a wrapped up object about the length of a sword that was in the seat next to him.
"You just sneezed all over me!" The goon said while wiping his face and glasses.
"What no way, I definitely covered my mouth,'' the stranger responded. The goon became red when hearing this.
"Look at me! You clearly sneezed all over me! Even my glasses are dirty!!!'' The goon had gotten even closer to the young man, bearing his sharp yellow teeth. The young man just turned away from the goon to address everyone on the train and just pointed his thumb at the goon while smirking.
"Wow. He's so mad right now."
"You son of a bitch!" The goon balled his hand into a fist and made a brutish swing at the young man's head. Just as the goon's hand was moving through the air, the young man sneezed again into the goon's face while simultaneously ducking out of the way of the punch. His hand crunched against the metal wall of the subway car. He stumbled back clutching his bruised and bloody hand. The young man looked up as if unaware of anything that had happened, wiping his eyes and nose.
"Sorry about that. I think something in that rotten breath of yours is triggering an allergy." He opened his eyes and saw the goon's crumpled bloody hand and pointed at it. "Hey, not to alarm you or anything, but I think ya hand is fucked."
"Y-you piece of shit. Gimme that!" The goon reached for the cloth-wrapped object, but as soon as his finger touched it, his legs gave out from under him. The next thing the goon felt was a fist drilling into the side of his head, causing the goon to blackout before his body landed with a THUD onto the ground. Standing over the body of the most definitely concussed goon, fist pointing down at the ground, the other still clutching the cloth wrapped object, was the young man. He directed his gaze towards the two remaining gang members.
"You really should ask permission before touching other people's stuff like that. Ya never know what's going to happen." The whimsical aura around this sneezing stranger vanished completely, leaving only a menacing presence in the room.
Happily it's the only appearance throughout the entire book ... although it did grab your attention I guess
