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Gary Larson

Gary Larson was born Tacoma, Washington on August 14, 1950. He got his comedic
ideas from his lifestyle at home Due to his brother's (Dan) paranoid sense of humor.
He created six comic strips that he sent to a newspaper in Seattle called "The
Pacific Northwest". They loved his cartoons and made a section for him that he called called "Nature's way." He then went on to sell his comic strip to the "San Francisco Chronicle" in which he called "The Far Side" He wrote two books called "The Complete Farside" and "There's a Hair in my Dirt" He has won many awards and proven many times why he is one of the best cartoonist to ever live.

The style he uses is putting very exaggerated real life situations into cartoons.

Response to Ch.4 of Guns Germs and Steel

"...one day the Gods shall look upon us with pride for our actions to thank them for a life everlasting or a death ever black." Our high priest looked upon with deep sanctity, cold sweat on his brow from the ever burning will to please the Gods, and an ever mysterious gaze for he himself did not know of the God's plans for the Incan people. Our masses arose, tens of thousands of our population spread upon our land ready for the Gods no matter the cost. We marched in our finest clothing, bearing gold, silver, jewels, and most importantly, reverence. The Gods would slaughter our vile, sinful people without deepest respect to them. People would be slain, bodies burned, children eaten by the awesome, disturbing power of the magnificent Gods. We marched, the ever burning flame was moving upon us as if observing each and everyone of us to inspect how deserving of the presence of the lords we are.
We came upon the holy grounds where we came upon what looked to be not immortals but figures built of sparkling shards. We looked on the creatures in which they rode. It was their throne with legs, not carried by slaves, but as swift as a Jaguar. The slaves moved slowly and carried long, even clubs that looked weaker then a newborn child, pitiful. Our golden lord, from his high throne saw a white figure come forward. His hair was shaved and dressed in a white gown that warmed my eyes as I gazed upon it. As a matter a fact I could not tell man from woman through out there scarce population. The woman man threw our lord a mystic stare and spoke as if one of our high priests. He rambled in tongues of either the dark or the heavenly but he emphasized the word "God". These were not Gods for The Gods would not speak to us in a fashion and appear as pathetic beings of a lower race that look considerably like apes! What was this "God"? Was this their general? High Priest? Then the man woman handed the white leather book. It contained many more leather sheets. So many animals killed to create this book. These were no Gods. The man woman attempted to take the book, the grandest of dishonors, Atahualpa, seeing through the hoax, through the to what seemed a million miles. The man woman bellowed, he threw himself when he yelled the word "God" A horrendous sound was created by the weak clubs. Those were no clubs, they were thunder rods, rumored as a Gods weapon to use sound to kill. They were Gods alright. Their thrones charged at our sinful people. Our people screamed in pain, for themselves and those around them. We have done the God's a disservice. We shall not receive forgiveness nor do we did we deserve it for our disrespect to brilliance of the Gods. Our people created piles of themselves either to save themselves from becoming slaves in the after life or to show the Gods that we are begging for forgiveness, no matter what the price.
The Gods wrath continued as Atahualpa was dethroned for his insolence to their divinity.

The darkness of the trees fell upon the lands, taking us with it.