The SketchBattle Saga comes to a close with the last comic I ever made for that hole of a website.

I had entered a tournament shortly before deciding to leave the site, but I resolved to keep all of my obligations on the SketchLadder and SketchWar. My opponent in the first match-up no-showed, and thus I advanced to face who was perhaps the favorite, Watson.

Now, unlike ninety percent of the other members, Watson was actually an artist. This, perhaps, made him worse than the rest, 'cause when a narcissist has the slightest scrap on which to cling, for which to get praise, they get worse by ten-fold.
He didn't have a webcomic. Or a site. I guess not even a deviantArt or equivalent. He had ideas, tho', and whenever someone goes on endlessly about their ideas, it always means that nothing will come of it and they just like attention. From my experience with idiots, it always seems to work, too. People can't find faults in things that never exist, and any perceived problem can have just as non-existent a solution pulled from the aether to make everything better.

He drew a picture once in a while, promising this and that and some emaciated lookin' monkey creature that lived under some protagonist's bed. All of the members fawned over how great it was, but it really wasn't anything more than a picture -- maybe two -- and some promises: there was no comic, there was no timetable, and there really wasn't much more to it than the simple concept of a dude and a creature that lived under his bed.

Because anyone was allowed to join SketchWar, however, this was the only thing I really had to go on. His other masterpieces had been erased from history, and by doing so, people could only recall that they were omg awesome! instead of the more than likely bland claptrap they were.

See, Watson was one of the few members during my SB tenure that actually made a comic against me, and it really showed a lot about his thought process -- that being none.
The main joke he used in it about my comics being long was taken almost verbatim from something I had said in the chatroom about myself. He frequented the chats, too, but I'm sure this was prolly unintentional.
The big selling point of his comic was that mine were not only long (which is true more often than not) but apparently veered off-topic and focused on such things as heavenly battles and Star Wars.
Star Wars. Something he was a nerd for, and never mind that I had not once mentioned the franchise ever. This is apparently how people viewed my strips, and why people are morons.
Fact is, my comics never even slightly deviated from their insulting aim. I machined gun my opponent with jokes or did combat with them -- only them. At least with other untrue insults that SB artists frequented, you get the intrinsic comedic value of questioning someone's sexuality. Whaddaya get with this? Nuthin'!

I was unlucky in my first draw, but at the second round, I knew this opponent would actually show. There was no chance I could win, but I at least wanted to rip him apart as much as I could. This one was even inked; I spent the most time on it over any of my other comics because I knew I would lose.
I hoped that some wayward soul out there would look over the brackets, see the measly five or so percent vote I received, and become just as confused and disgusted with the site as I was. Lord knows I wasn't trying to appeal to any of the regulars.

A few months after I left, SketchBattle disappeared. Hilariously enough, some of the patrons were becoming discontent with the influx of actual webcomic artists, coming in and winning by being funny instead of relying on a friendly vote. They rebelled and began to form their own site shortly before the actual SketchBattle completely died.
Now, they eek out an existence under the proper name at a different domain, but instead of relying on such things as webcomic artists or any artists, really, they only rely on their own sense of community. As far as I can tell, the current roster is just a trimmed version of what it was when I last visited. Since nobody there can code, the main page battles do not exist, and it really is only a lowly forum. The place is 'bout dead, at that, and no one ever battles.
But, hey, at least no one is making funny comics. They seemed to hate that stuff.
Mexican. Phallus. Rib who you want instead of who you are battling. That's apparently how it is done.