Work in progress zines of pure neon chaos. A spectacle to someday behold, stay tuned.
THE BURN TRIPTYCH
Poor Ursur. Finally on the brink of insanity, pushed hard by the mundane drone of making sandwiches every day for too many hours, he agrees to another one of Crotalus’s double-edged deals. Finding himself on the operating table, it is certainly a sight to see and a sound to behold.
our leftover sins
The Unholy Pilgrims of Fester has called off their crusade–Ursur has been declared to be anything but Void, God of Hell. Crotalus is miraculously alive after his sacrificial feat, boasting a new, plastic heart. But everyone reels in the wake of Fester, and they are all still very haunted and very, very tired.

