And as we rapidly approach the climax of our issue the first the stakes have been raised. It seems that a force of unknown origin–mostly unknown–has begun increasingly badgering our mortal souls. Josh is trapped in some weird time vortex, where 3 minutes could mean 3 hours or vice versa. Me? I can’t even tell if I’m dreaming or awake. Each page is a race against time, and a labor of pure bottled rage. So, yet again, we remind our loving fans (all 3 of you), stay tuned, issue one’s end approaches.
See you in silico,
Jake
