Here it is. Triple digits! Time for some hyperventilation!
Now that we have that out of the way…
This is an old Dungeons and Dragons trope, where, when the Dungeon Master was fed up with the game/the people playing/wanted to be a jerk, he would proclaim this and end the game. I don’t play D&D, but I’ve picked up a few things in all my years of internetism. If you’re into D&D, you might also want to check out this. It’s hilarious. There’s also a shirt devoted to it on thinkgeek.com (a very awesome website).
You know, I think the post itself was funnier than the comic… well, I never promised you good, just inane! Muahahaha.
Anyway, I think now is the time to insert some sentimentality (if there’s going to be any at all), so… thanks. Thanks for sticking with me for almost two years and a barrage of comics. I appreciate your support, and it’s been a blast.
Ciao for now!
PS: This is not the end of the comic. It will continue to update every Monday (usually. Unless the world gets thrown into chaos/comicking gets pushed to the back of the itinerary).