End Times

This ridiculously long series that doesn't actually have an ending brought together almost all of my earlier recurring characters in a heart-wrenching tale of religion, necrophilia and bestophilia. It won't make much sense unless you've read a lot of my previous comics (especially Adventures of John Pienaar, which is a kind of prequel to this), and even then making sense won't be its forté. Having said that, though, it's probably the best thing I've ever done. I mean in my life, ever. Looking at it after all this time, I'm impressed by all the fancy narrative tricks I was using, like flashbacks, and the mysterious foreshadowing in the first two comics. These days I only do jokes about penises and cunts. If I'm really bored one day I might try to finish this story. That cliffhanger probably has everyone on tenterhooks.