Chicanery. It's Earthbound. Gone completely ga-ga. WARNING: By reading this comic, you legally join Ness and the others in a lengthuous hunt for fortune. You will be required by law to see Mr. T throw people, Battles between giant objects, and things that float gracefully over the comic, begging to be defined but cannot be explained. Disaster labs cannot be held responsible for any injury or fatality involving photons emanating from this comic. Do not read while operating heavy machinery. Do not read while watching Alf. If accidentally ingested, consult god. This comic contains explicit scenes of violence and gore. And Clinton being sniffed in the crotch by his dog.   Counter of fortune         [coming soon]   [Back to Disaster Labs]

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©2001-2003 Disaster Labs, but onlythe comic material. Everything, except for a scant few nightmarish collages, isan image created my somebody else. The majority of said images are by Nintendo,APE, and Sanrio. I just wanted to make that clear; there are people out there who are not getting the message. For instance, when I was moving the comic, I recieved a few offers. One of them was offering to put the characters on cellphone plates and screens. Can you believe that? Merchandising! I DO NOT MERCHANDISE. It sort of breaks a hell of a lot of rules and kicks you a mile into the dirt. Why do you think the FBI conducted raids on all those people making pokémon bootleg merchandise? Because they didn't own it. I mean, comeon. Anyways, this comic can be considered arguably as an artform, a parody, or,as many people like to put it, f***ing screwed up. The sole reason that I keep doing this is because it is a hobby that keeps me from going insane and killing myself or something. See it this way: some old guy in a desert is bored one dayso he takes a welding torch and makes a work of art out of the stuff in the old jalopy sitting out on his lawn. It turns out to be incredibly brilliant and recieves hundreds of viewers a day. However, he gets busted because the statue was partially held up by a Midas brand muffler. All he ever did was take thestuff around him and make something beautiful out of it. I also don't see anylaws that prosecute people who make their ransom notes out of a Marlboro ad. Now, to make a long story short, restraint would be silly in this case. As forall the more minor things, it would be pretty much going way out of the way to inform me that a 50x50 pixel block of comic space contains the head of the cheshire cat, and it is there for no reason. Pretty much everything is there for no reason. Welcome to the club. It's life. A cup of hot chocolate filled with the backwash of a thousand generations. Deal with it. I have. That is why thispage exists. So, I end this lengthy chunk of mumbo-jumbo by reiterating, I DO NOT OWN MUCH OF THE IMAGE MATERIAL THAT YOU SEE!. Cough. Ahem. Thank you. All rights are reserved, Callahan!