Classic infictive tales comics page six

You put the change in, pull your semi-erect penis from the fly, and you bend over the machine for a quick four penis shots, moving the organ to a new angle for each photo-copy.

The pain and degradation of poverty: this is raw entropy. You can feel the system strain under the pressure;

the only glue that holds it together is your ability to suffer. Fucking retard mage! If I could only share my self hate and watch the world explode... would that ease the burden, ease the weight, ease the shame?

Rage magic, with a goal of destroying yourself in a way that takes the whole world down with you. It doesn't work.

When the suicide ritual is finished you live and so does the world. Your wrists are gashed open to leave horrid disturbing and obvious scars however...

THE END