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Apocalypse page one hundred three. Panel one: Death's son tells her 'I want to make cupcakes! But I want to make one Really big cupcake!' Panel two: Death condescendingly asks 'So... a cake?' Panel three: Her son stares up at her, disappointed. 'No. Just a big cupcake.' Panel four: We switch to a chat format like discord or facebook. Plague types 'Come on Mom get it together.' Famine says 'Consider the icing ratio. Completely different.' Death replies, 'I can make it happen.'

Posted September 25 2022