I vaguely recall a webcomic from long long ago in the beginning days of the internet. It wasn’t gory, mind you, but it was certainly dark. I only saw a single page, I think it was one of those random idea comics instead of an on-going story.
Anyhow, the comic was a narration about what you’d do if you were absurdly rich. From the first panel to the last, it was only filled with one character over and over, and was something of a clone factory leading to a slaughterhouse. The narration concluded with asking if you’d dine exclusively on clones of yourself, and the last panel was a well-dressed version of the character at a dinner table.
Rich people and their clones, man. What is it with them?
rich people like making people. it’s like a god thing. that’s my guess. plus, it’s taboo. tell someone they shouldn’t do something, and a billionaire will be at your door in a hot minute with a fist full of take my cash.
I vaguely recall a webcomic from long long ago in the beginning days of the internet. It wasn’t gory, mind you, but it was certainly dark. I only saw a single page, I think it was one of those random idea comics instead of an on-going story.
Anyhow, the comic was a narration about what you’d do if you were absurdly rich. From the first panel to the last, it was only filled with one character over and over, and was something of a clone factory leading to a slaughterhouse. The narration concluded with asking if you’d dine exclusively on clones of yourself, and the last panel was a well-dressed version of the character at a dinner table.
Rich people and their clones, man. What is it with them?
rich people like making people. it’s like a god thing. that’s my guess. plus, it’s taboo. tell someone they shouldn’t do something, and a billionaire will be at your door in a hot minute with a fist full of take my cash.
She should not have said that ….