What is the Story of Alien Resort?

comics for Earth newspapers

“Making comics is our job. It’s what we do.”

Coy founded Alien Resort after crash-landing his spaceship on a Pacific island many years ago.

“We like to work,” he says, as he leads a group of Earthlings on a tour of the resort. “Just like Plucky over there.”

Plucky, engrossed in a stack of papers, barely looks up.

“Plucky and I are the set-up characters; the other two are the comedians. Right now, Plucky’s studying her lines.”

“Who writes the lines?” a tourist asks.

“His name is David Davis. He writes comics for us and then he helps us get them published in Earth newspapers.”

“I’ve seen your comics,” another tourist says. “They’re in our local paper. We thought they were a little unusual at first but now they’re like part of our family.”

“I’ve seen your comics at alienresort.net,” somebody says from the back.

“When you visit our website,” Coy answers, “you will land on our developing story page, where you can see regular blog updates, narrated by me, about the efforts by The Beacons of Night to stop us from making comics; they say we’re stealing jobs from Earthlings.

“Also be sure to visit the Alien Resort Museum page, which has clippings of our comics from Earth newspapers.”

“Are you going to take us to your leader?” one of the tourists asks.

“Ignore him,” the others groan in unison.

Alien Resort group picture
on a Pacific island that is owned by a nice king
versus
The Beacons of Night–Earthlings Unite

Government Investigation

Our writer Mr. Davis received a visit from government investigators asking whether we had anything to do with those lights in the sky reported by military pilots. Mr. Davis told them that all we do is make comics. He said that the last thing we would want is to cause trouble for a planet where we’re trying so hard to fit in. The investigators said they were acting on a tip. One thing we know is that the Beacons of Night recently blamed us for the lights in the sky. When Lmao invented a ray gun he said his planet’s police were so interested that they were beating down the door.

Telepathy Lessons

Plucky is teaching Deadpan how to use telepathy. He says he isn’t getting it. Whenever Plucky speaks aloud, she talks about technical issues like radar and satellites. Deadpan says he isn’t receiving these kinds of messages telepathically. Instead all he hears is what he describes as mushy things. He says he’ll keep trying. Lmao says he once met someone in gyroscope school–they were soon going steady.

Three Years Ago: A Writer Answers Our Ad

After a few weeks had passed, we received a response to our “situations wanted” inquiry on Craigslist. A writer named David Davis wanted to make comics for newspapers but was having trouble developing characters. We sent him our bios and did a Skype; then he sent us some scripts. The arrangement has worked out better than anyone ever imagined. The four of us now have a workday we can look forward to, and Mr. Davis has been successful in getting our comics published in Earth newspapers. Lmao once bought a second-hand rover; it drove him up a wall.

Three Years Ago: Craigslist

With the advent of the internet, our lives at Alien Resort had improved dramatically. Gone were the days of sitting around with little to do and nights with nothing but far off radio stations to occupy our thoughts. And now, thanks to our wonderful landlord the king, we had regular supplies. But as everyone knows, having more doesn’t keep you from wanting more. And what we wanted most were additional ways to occupy our time. Consequently we published a “situations wanted” ad on Craigslist. Lmao once invented a new way to send a message; he says he shouted it from the highest mountain.

Eating What Earthlings Eat

None of the food brought here by the king’s sailors was the least bit familiar to us. All we had known in our lifetimes were the foods from our home planets along with those native to Alien Resort island. We used the internet to help us decipher the information on the packaging. Lmao, who came from a family of carnivores, eyed the canned hams. Plucky, having heard about sweets on the radio, couldn’t resist opening a chocolate bar. Deadpan wanted nothing but vanilla ice cream–he said it seemed like such a simple concept. I began with a bag of Cheetos because the package said they contained real cheese. Everyone wants to eat the best food possible; Deadpan says that’s only natural.

Historic Visit

Plucky got a beacon from her spaceship and used it to guide the king’s landing boat into our harbor. Two muscular sailors dropped a ramp onto the sand. A man in a uniform walked down the ramp and asked who Coy was. I raised my hand slowly. “I‘m the ship’s captain,” he said kindly. “His majesty the king extends his greetings to the residents of Alien Resort island.” I shook his hand. More sailors disembarked and met with Plucky, Deadpan, and Lmao, seeking instructions on where to bring the supplies. Lmao was right about the best way to carry luggage; he rests his case.