Da Misandry of Chessboxin’
This fullpage epic finds its origin in me listening to a fair amount of Wu recently.
Thank Harry Myland of Nomad Tofu for donating the scanner that got this full page epic in front of your eyes, live and direct.
(I don’t get paid anything for linking that, and in fact owe him a meal.)
Thank my parents for the severe mental deficiencies that made me spend two hours trying to install scanner software last night, screw that up, try to uninstall that, screw THAT up, give up, wake up this morning, google “freeware scanner software” and discover, uh, Windows Fax and Scan is a thing. A thing that works.
Tumblr went down last week or so, and everyone on Twitter made the same joke at the same time, picking on their gif-loving, feel-having younger brother like it was a reflex.
Unfortunately, the heartwarmingness of it all overloaded me, and I exploded from all the feels building up in my circulatory system.
…Oh! I read Akira this year. YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO TELL.
(Hey, isn’t the world supposed to end today?)