A comic about life, love, death, and expectation, in about three colors.
Sometimes they come back. We meet again, Superglobals. Evil lurks in the twenty thousandlines of Russian code before me.

Evil in the Woods


I thought the evil had been buried with PHP3.

I was wrong.

I was put to the task of fixing a Russian form-handler. It was like traveling back in time. The includes included includes (which included includes…), nothing was type cast, and all form data was haphazardly called by superglobals.


A five year old girl could hack this shit with a cellphone.

Luckily the security issues were outside the scope of my obligations. Haha.

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