Comic: A North American Brown Bear’s Brief Stream of Consciousness |
A bear contemplates his bear life. |
Comic: Bourbon, Antarctica |
Glaciologists tempt fate by venturing into barren arctic land for scientific evidence that could change the world. But the harsh desert climate has other plans for the two explorers. Meanwhile, in the early 1930s, a man struggles to distill bourbon from the waters of a strange river, where snails seem to live forever. All while prohibition threatens to derail his pursuit of a 92 proof medicinal breakthrough.
Nature’s strange relationship with man is traversed, in a place called Bourbon, Antarctica. |
Comic: Hollow as Legs |
New England townies struggle with quarter life crisis’s while slouching around in varied domestic residences and bars. But when a blizzard starts drowning their city in snow, a zombie virus from the Jurassic period starts bringing people back from the dead. Slowing metabolisms and career confusion become the least of their worries. |
Comic: Low Mein |
Meet Chun-Li Mein. An East Asian immigrant, who travels to Rhode Island to pursue the good life at a family owned restaurant. What he expects to be a triple dollar sign on Yelp, turns out to be a triple rowed Chinese buffet in a run down plaza.
Follow Mein as he sleepwalks through the American dream, and cooks his way to the bottom. |
Comic: Space// |
Eight year old Alair, home sick from school, goes on an ultra trippy adventure in the haze of space. Bourbon sipping southern gentlemen, shipwreck encrusted planets, purple groundsloths and a vampiric satellite-eating moon all inhabit the strange space between the stars. |
Comic: The Coked Out Toucan Groomer |
The oppressive Florida heat drives a man already on the edge, to an even edgier edge. |
Comic: The Slums of Hawaii |
Roy Rangoon resides in a city of endless sun and paradise. But as his life grows more meaningless every day, Roy begins to notice that not everything is how it seems. And that sometimes, the rut that you’ve found yourself in may really all be in your head. We’re born to hula in The Slums of Hawaii. |