Here’s the second ever Amazing Adventure of Flak comic, illustrating the second canon Amazing Adventure of Flak.
Minor Edits: Flak
Once upon a time, though not so long ago, and actually so very recent that it may very well be happening at this very moment, there lived a young man named Flak. Flak used to drink orange soda with disturbing consistancy. One night he drank so much that his urine ended up flooding a good chunk of New Orleans. Flak never drank orange soda again.
Flak and the Duk Hunt
Gueststarring GheoFabulousDuk and a myriad of clones
One day Flak was travelling the puerile expanses of Europe with his father…
…and perhaps some other family members (I never pay attention enough to know).
During a bus trip from Germany to France,
the bus broke down due to the natural inferiority that is the Romanian Automobile Industry.
Realizing that the bus would take several years to fix, Flak decided to wander off on his own while the others waited for a new bus to come.
Wandering into the open fields of what was probably Monaco or some equally tiny nation, Flak soon encountered a laughing anthropomorphic dog whom was firing wildly into the sky.
Inquiring as to what the dog was doing and how the dog had come into existance, the dog simply replied that he was Duk hunting.
**I move away from the tablet to breathe in
Flak looked at the sky, and discovered that there was indeed a Duk flying above.
Needing something to do while he waited for the bus, Flak asked if he too could Duk hunt.
The dog lent Flak his gun and gave him his blessings, and then hid in the bushes.
Immediately Flak began firing with the precision that only video games can grant.
He felled many a Duk, each of which the dog gleefully collected for him.
Soon, however, Flak encountered a Duk that evaded the gunfire much better than his brothers, and Flak took many tries to kill it.
It became clear to Flak that each Duk was learning from the previous, and soon Flak was unable to shoot any at all!
This prompted much laughter from the dog…
… whom Flak then shot in murderous rage with his heat vision.
Later that night Flak and his father and whoever else was with him dined on many a Duk, and gave the rest to charity.
Thus, world hunger was averted.
As for the dog, he is thoroughly dead.