Mama, we’re meant for the flies.
His boots kicked up dirt as he shuffled through the ridge, musket slung over his shoulder. The large boulders that lined the narrow passage on both sides were cool even when the air was thick and hot. Cannons blasted in the distance and with each crack, his heart beat faster.
It was 1865.
Wait. No, it wasn’t.
America froze in his tracks because he remembered.
He remembered dying.
Continue reading “The Five Countries You Meet in Hell”
Ever since the winter Olympics when the two Koreas took flamethrowers to their chilled and strained relationship, a diplomatic firestorm has been raging in East Asia–and that is not necessarily a bad thing. With an inter-Korea summit and Trump-Kim summit on the rise, the region has been a flurry of wild political activity. But how did this all unfold and what does it mean to and for the countries involved? In this, I try to explain.
Continue reading “Current Events: Everyone Wants a Piece of North Korea”
No comic this Sunday but have some bad sketches. They’re, like, all Japan, sorry.
(Clicking them makes them big.)
Testing out the pencil brush
More pencil brush
america + japan. gender isn’t real
This is maybe a random question, but if the US and China were to suddenly stop existing, what would happen?
Where politics is cold, love is warm.
Can you guess who wrote which one?
(It’s painfully easy.)
Chill guy, super powerful, crazy rich, really hot, great sense of humor. Ordering pizza after sex is mandatory. Preference: anything that moves. If you curvy that’s all good; big is beautiful. I’ll be more attracted to you if you blindly agree with me and support everything I do even when I’m wrong.
You think you’re worthy to breathe the same air I breathe? You insignificant beast. Love me. Praise me. Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. You’re less than dirt. Pathetic, pitiful, powerless. Tell me how much you want me, pig. You’re just the jackal howling at my door. My love is a gift you are not worthy to receive. I grant you mercy because I take pity on creatures of lesser intellect, beauty, and purity. Perish, worm.
Continue reading “Country Dating Profiles”
North Korea detests that name, both in fiction and reality. The country (and its people) will always use the official name, DPRK. You may also hear DPR Korea. Calling the country “North Korea” is disrespectful and imperialist. That’s why everyone calls him–to his face, at least–Korea. If you don’t, he will scream at you.
“If you could go back in time and kill anyone, who would it be?”
The idea is the same, even if you’re a country.
“They say it can open a door to the past,” China said as North Korea dangled the red and gold talisman from the silk thread between his fingers.
“Have you ever tried to go back?”
“Do you really think I want to re-live any part of my life?”
Continue reading “The Agro of His Fury”
“Whoever drinks this elixir shall be granted the gift of sight–to see into a person’s heart and know their true character.”
In that particular wing of the United Nations, the air was thick with secrecy.
“Did you bring it?” whispered America.
“Yeah,” Japan whispered back. From her shirt, she pulled a small glass vial that stored a vibrant bluish liquid. America stared at it in awe while Japan reached into her pocket, procured a slip of paper, and read from it. “‘Whoever drinks this elixir shall be granted the gift of sight–to see into a person’s heart and know their true character.’ You try it first,” she suggested, holding it out to him. He shrugged his shoulders.
Continue reading “The Contents of One’s Heart”