Hello, this is my first post, and I really don’t know what I’m doing! I’ve put the alt text below each panel, but if anyone knows a better way to include alt text for a bunch of images, please let me know. Any posting tips in general would be much appreciated :D

These are panels 1-15 of 30 of my new comic, HOME. (Seems like the max amount of images I can upload at a time is 15, so I will make another post containing the second half of the comic soon.) This comic is about american politics, and its tone is a bit sad. So if that’s not a headspace you want to enter right now, I suggest skipping this one. I have a variety of lighthearted comics that I will post as well.

If you’d like to read the entire comic now, you can go to my website, painteddoggie.com. You can also read the rest of my comics there if you’d like! Thank you so much for reading!

(Alt Text: PANEL 1: A car exits the highway into a small town nestled in the mountains. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “I don’t want to pay attention to any of this.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 2: Inside the car, Foxwolf, Houndmage, and Jerri’s ears can be seen poking above the headrests as they drive past houses dotting the street. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “I want to live like an idiot in a commercial who only needs sports betting or something to live the good life.)

(Alt Text: PANEL 3: Jerri is playing a game in the back seat. A character waits patiently on screen to receive their fate. The options presented on the lower screen include HIT, ROB, GIFT, and RUN. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “I would kill to be in the backseat again playing gameboy.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 4: The car arrives at a house along the river bank, and Jerri smiles at the selection they’ve made. “BONK!”
Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “Don’t gotta know where we’re going or how we’ll get there. Just gotta collect 50 wood.”)

(Alt Text: Panel 5: Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “But I’ve got to drive now and figure it all out.”
Through the rear-view mirror, Foxwolf watches Jerri play in the back seat, unaware yet that they’ve arrived.)

(Alt Text: PANEL 6: The family walk around the side of the house, with Jerri skipping happily along in front. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “I’ve been thinking a lot about how my family got through hard times in their lives. I’m really privileged to have felt safe up to this point. I shouldn’t have expected to live in the end of history.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 7: Grandma enters from the next room smiling to greet her visitors. Jerri smiles wide and waves as they enter the house, followed by Foxwolf doing the same, however, with a bit of a pained expression. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “Visiting Grandma’s house used to make me so happy. Now I can only think about today’s fresh new horror. Or work. Or what a piece of shit I am for not visiting more often. I feel guilty.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 8: Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “When I was little, Grandma told me stories about when she lived on the farm. They had a big battery-powered radio for entertainment, and her favorite toy was a real, taxidermy mole handmade by her uncle.”
Grandma as a young girl in a handmade linen dress lays in front of an old farm radio smiling contentedly at the small animal in her hand. The radio plays a crackled piano tune as an advertisement is read: “Nature is stingy -STINGY- at least when it comes to tooth enamel. So be safe! Choose your dentifrice with care. Switch to Pupsodent, the only toothpaste containing Irium.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 9: The advertisement continues, but the child is focused on holding the paws of the little mole, dancing with him to the jaunty tune in the background:
“Yes you can have complete confidence in Pupsodent for it alone is made with this sensational new ingredient that highly polishes teeth safely. Now that every tube of Pupsodent on sale contains Irium, you can buy it with utmost assurance that the days of disappointing dentifrices – (obscured)”
Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “Grandma was there for things I was learning about in school. It amazed me that she lived without plastic or electricity. I was relieved to hear the farm kept them fed through the Great Depression.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 10: The sun is beating down over the mountainous horizon and casting a shadow from the farm house onto the rutted land between two dead trees. The little girl stands with a small suitcase looking over the barren stretch of land towards the house. An adult takes her hand to hurry her on her way. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “They moved to town after the mine bought the land up around them and turned their farm into a wrinkled wasteland. She was still little then.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 11: Foxwolf is passionately making a case to her concerned relatives:
“Mom, I might not even be allowed to have a job. I’m a woman in a “man’s” field. What are we going to do once I’m considered a ‘DEI hire’? What could our future here possibly look like on the current trajectory? I’ll never forgive myself when it’s inevitably too late.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 12: “Foxwolf, you’re a good worker. They need you. I don’t think you’re going to lose your job. And your whole family is here. Your support system is here. None of you even know the language!” Her mother responds as she sits next to Grandma around the dining room table. Foxwolf looks past their worried expressions to the photo on the wall.)

(Alt Text: PANEL 13: It’s a photo of a Grandma and Grandpa as a young newly married couple. The groom appears annoyed, while the bride squints out half a smile. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “Grandpa once told me I’d wake up dead if I went to sleep in a room with the chemicals at the steel mill where he worked.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 14: Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “I thought that meant he must be strong.”
The young man drips with sweat as he labors in a dark industrial building. A vat of liquid steel glows beyond him while another worker attends to the pouring process. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “I wonder if he ever thought about running away.”)

(Alt Text: PANEL 15: Rows of identical grey factory buildings and smokestacks stretch into the horizon. Along the fenced perimeter, striking steel workers are gathered. Company guards are dispersed throughout the crowd, antagonizing and assaulting random workers. One guard raises his gun and fires at a man with his hands in the air. Two strikers seeing the scene unfold run to the target’s side, as others turn at the sound of the gunshot. Foxwolf’s inner monologue: “The union stayed and fought. They were good workers.”)