Papal Petrol Productions!
What is Papal Petrol Productions?
Papal Petrol Productions is the brainchild of R.T. Barnham III; whose mission it is to promote and publish comic strips and books online and in print. Hopefully one day to become Mr. Barnham's full time career, he works tirelessly when not working for his regular paycheck. Papal Petrol Productions is always looking to host, draw, or write for or with other serious artists.

Projects:
Theworldexplodes!
This is my comic... A surreal adventure through the depressing banality of Newark, New Jersey. With an odd cast of characters; Sanchez the Sausage, Gnome, Cunt Gerbil, Polar Bear Step-Dad and Baby Panda, The Penguin King, Maria the Hooker, Jesus Christ of Nazereth, Bulgy Tom and Carl the Gimp, and Rotten Tooth and Archer Cat.

Follow these ingrates and malcontents, evildoers, and jerks through their day to day misadventures and screwed up reality... Tales for the morally bankrupt and terminally nonchalant.

Monstergummibear
A comic by Melissa Peterson, hosted by Papal Petrol Productions. Monstergummibear is exactly what his name implies, a creature of the night, but full of gealtinous goodness. MGB isn't flat out evil, but certainly does have some monsterous tendencies. Features great characters such as Ted (MGB's foolish if pleasant roomate), Bee, Babie (the satanic Chipaupalo), and others on their goofy adventures. Surreal, bizarre and painfully cute.

Drawing Blanks
A twisted comic in upbeat form! These poor souls never knew what hit them!

Two Kinds of People
Follow Dennis, Sh, and Sarco and Co. around their daily, mildly screwed up lives!

Fred the Fish
Fred is a fish, he has grand adventures. He's also hyperaware that he's in a webcomic, and he's not too happy about it.

Barista Girl
A web and print comic by Ratchet. Explore the world of Barista Girl, a world full of battles and misery in retail servitude. Watch her dish up heaping helpings of angry ranting and customer abuse! Updates every Monday and Friday.

About R.T. Barnham his Work and His Wants:

I was born in the year of our lord, nineteen hundred and eighty four. I shot out of my mothers womb like a bullet, at speeds unheard of by that of a regular newborn. I took aim at the doctor's chest, center mass, intending with all my young will to destroy this man for no other reason than to establish my place in the world, and to show dominance over those with less gristle than I.

Unfortunately his hand and eye coordination was superior to that of your average man, and he snatched me from the air like a pigskin on the gridiron.

I did not weep. I grimaced, and the world shuddered.

I began to speak at ten months of age. No, not your normal goo's of an infant, but rather twenty minute soliloquies on the state of the prolitariate. To pacify me, my mother forced a crayon into my hand and the rest is history.

I update my webcomic thrice weekly, and I force my limited talent to improve each strip by sheer force of will. I try and use my hosting to promote others as much as I am able, and will continue to do so until my server space is full to bursting, at which point my bytes, kilobytes, and gigabytes will begin a conquest through neighboring servers to expand my empire.

I wish to do what I do for a living, as quickly as possible. The more I work under the yoke of another mans dreams the more I become hostile and violent. I'm always interested in collaboration and promotion of others. Contact me if your ones are brass, whether ovary or testicle.

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