This style was pretty quick once I committed to it and buckled down. There are hours that I lost track of; I'm not sure what to blame it on. Internets may have been involved. This comic is brought to you, mostly, by this and this.



I'm 25 now. Them's some serious numbers. The years slough off me as I shimmer in the mesosphere, flaring briefly before reentry. The air roars. I just want to make a crater.

-Tyrus Peace