I seem to recall writing earlier this year that I would retire from comics if I didn’t return to Starfist Gemini by my birthday… and I, uh, didn’t do that. But y’know the funny thing about that is… nah. I’m not retiring from this shit as long as I can still hold a brush and still spit in some billionaire’s face.

This is the story of if those bastards get every single thing they want.

The first five pages have already happened.

The rest is up to us.

This is What’s Coming…