When I died, I experienced life so fully and so thoroughly that it will take me an entire lifetime to sort it all out. So when I woke up, I found the 'unlife' rather dull, providing me little to no insight as I tried to pick through my experiences. That is, until, I got tired of thinking.
Bored, I searched for something to make my 'unlife' something more enjoyable, something to make the heinous task of figuring out what 'it all meant' more bearable.
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Love the contrast in the outlines of the first two panels. I'd love to know how you colour the backgrounds in these. Keep it up!
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