webcomic

Okay, this is really serious you guys, and I know that. I am really sorry I took so long to tell you. I tried, I wanted to, but I was too scared of what you would think of me.

If you want to stop talking to me or admitting you know me, I will understand. I will also understand if you refuse to use the same toilet without disinfecting the seat first. If you see me at a con impersonating Jhonen Vasquez so I can pretend people actually want me to sign something (hopefully their pert underage rack), I am not going to be angry if you start throwing heavy, blunt objects until I have to be taken to the ER for head trauma.

Okay here goes:

I have a webcomic. And I update it regularly. And when I do not, there is filler. I even link to other webcomics.

It all started late last year before I went to Sweden. My friend and I wanted to try making comics. We thought maybe it would be fun; it was just a joke. We had no idea what we were getting into. And the peer pressure got worse when my friend made Moralicide. My comic has been up for about two months now.

I realize this makes me despicable, an Internet travesty. This is worse than the time I took a picture of my weirdass, gigantic birthmark and made you all look at it, or uploaded my melodramatic vampire stories back in 1996. If you can, please forgive me. And if you cannot, I want you to consider this...

AT LEAST I AM NOT WEARING A FURSUIT, FUCKERS! HAHAHA