A comic about life, love, death, and zombies, in about three colors.
I am such a fascinating character.



Am I a comic because I lead an extraordinarily interesting life?

Or is my life extraordinarily interesting because I am a comic?

Not that it really matters, of course. I am loved by the people and worshiped as a god by several independent flocks of emus in the sclerophyll forest.

It’s true because you’re reading it.

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