Well, I hate to say this, but it’s time to close up shop.
I started this webcomic back in December of 2010 with the goal of making comics about stuff I liked. Science, games, movies, you name it. I also wanted it to be a place where I could express myself artistically and intellectually. This was to be a place where Nadir and I could freely talk about topics of rationality, superstition, religion, and science. Both of us being artists, we wanted to accompany these thoughts with goofy drawings to help convey the meanings. Frankly, we had a good run. A great run. We covered many topics, and gained a loyal following whom I am nothing but proud of. Really, you all rock. We have nothing but good memories of drawing comics and waxing philosophical with you these past months.
It’s a shame that the Rapture is tomorrow.
There was so much in store for you all here. From humble beginnings, this comic swelled with grand designs. We had comics on acupuncture and chiropractic lined up, there was a gallery and an etsy page on the way, and we were on the verge of launching a series of iPad apps. There was so much we could have done. We just need more time. Just need more time.
You may ask yourself,
“Why did Jesus pick tomorrow to come back? Why not wait until I could buy an Angry Wizard t-shirt from Maki and Nadir?” Procrastinus 21:17
Well the Lord works in mysterious ways, and you should have just asked for a damn shirt. Out of everybody on Earth, God told Harold Camping, through the mysterious code hidden in the Bible, that May 21st, 2011 was the big day. He purposefully ignored the Methodists, and with great Justice, cock-blocked the Mayan Calendar by 19 months. That is the power of the Lord.
Nevermind that the bible was written hundreds of years after the events recorded in it took place, and that the scribes who penned the tome were probably drunk shepherds who sought to figure out why the moon isn’t as bright as the sun. These same jokers added
“Oh yeah, and you cannot mix fabrics. Just ’cause. Also don’t be gay and tattoos are for posers. Also, slaves rule. lol” Leviticus 18:2-8
Lets ignore the fact that these ramblings have been translated back and forth across several languages, and then again at the whim of any king who wanted to add stuff in. The Lord’s secret code in indelible in the writings of bronze age nomads and post-concussive, blind, Roman tax collectors. Lets all hold hands, and trust that some radio host has figured out the end of days for real this time. Despite the fact that Jesus, who probably never existed, kinda sorta said that no man can know when he will return (Matthew 24:36). Right?
We have to give Camping credit. By throwing a date on the Rapture he has at least made it a falsifiable claim. This is the first logical thing that religion has done in years, surely a sign of the end times. On top of that, he has assured us that if we wake up on May 22nd, it’s because we’re in hell. Special pleading? Maybe. Exit strategy? For sure! You clever, crazy, old asshat.
But before I risk sounding faceitious or even sarcastic, I want to thank you all again for coming here and reading this comic. It has been the highlight and joy of my short life here on Earth, and I hope it has brought you all just as much happiness before the Lord swoops down and turns us into empty piles of clothes like Obi-Wan Kenobi (SPOILERS!!)
See you all on the other side, kids!