What is it like to sign a woman's chest?

We occasionally produce comics.

I used to love that book.

Comic Con is in full swing and we're having a blast. We thought that some of you who have purchased one of our shirts might be wondering how exactly your money gets spent. I think today's comic strip is a pretty accurate representation of our spending habbits.

Hello, there.

Div wanted to touch briefly on the auctions that surround the Massively Multiplayer genre. Who are we to disagree, really.

I made some changes to the comic for today in order to make it read better. I think it rocks now.

This shit be hot!

San Diego Comic-Con is this week and I wanted to remind you all to come out and buy loads of our shirts and posters so that Tycho and I can purchase fancy yachts and name them Jimmy Fantastic and Jesse’s girl and then race them around Lake Washington while we drink Sprite out of wine glasses with diamonds in the bottom.

Lots of times people ask me if I ever get tired or drawing Penny Arcade. It’s true that Penny Arcade will be turning five years old in a few months. For two guys in their mid twenties, five years is a long time to have been doing anything. Now that I think about it, this is the longest I’ve ever held a job. Honestly I think I probably would get bored with it if I didn’t feel like I could do stuff like today’s CTS comic strip whenever I wanted.

We wondered how concise we could make a Cardboard Tube Samurai Story. The answer? Fairly Concise.

MC Frontalot has a new track.

There is a game so sinister in its execution, so perverse in its design that it must be stopped. I mean, just look at what it is capable of.

More fabulous inventions and applications. Thanks, Russell.

The newspost went up before the script even revealed the comic. You may have questions as to the precise location and identity of The Man. I submit that he is before you.

I avoid practitioners of medicine, automobile repair, law (with one caveat), and law enforcement. Where Gabriel nurses an all-purpose fear of things outside his apartment - convinced the world is somehow inherently corrupt - I take a different view. I submit that it is simply an ecology I am poorly equipped to succeed in. It would be like putting me in close proximity to famished lions. These are entities with immense power that roam quite freely in that region, by which I mean the world, and I make crude efforts to elude them. Brenna called and made a Doctor's appointment for me, duplicitous harlot that she is. These were my unedited thoughts as I eyed an industrial-sized silo of K-Y.