Everyone is looking for the fountain of youth–but dare we say, we probably found it.

It’s a fact, that laughter extends your life. Nothing rejuvenates the mind, body, and soul like a good chuckle. And we mean that whole-hearted laughter that comes from actual human-made art, not whatever algorithm-generated slop is currently clogging your feed like arterial plaque.

A scientist in a white lab coat stands on a ladder, pouring a small blue figure into a large yellow laboratory flask filled with bubbling blue liquid. The flask is heated by flames underneath and connected to tubes, suggesting an experimental setup for creating longevity.

Now, here’s our proposition: You get the ultimate longevity hack, the key to an endless stream of funny stuff, and we get to make a living.

Our supporters on Patreon are already in on it. They’re not just getting bonus comics, early access, and downloadable art – though they are getting those things. No, what they’re really getting is more life.

Think about it. Every comic you see before the general public is another laugh you get ahead of the mortality curve. You’re literally time-traveling into a funnier, longer future. The rest of the world is brain-rotting away while you’re chuckling at Sunday’s comic on a Friday like some dashing Doc Brown.

The experiment has grown into an enormous, complex contraption with multiple levels, gears, tubes, and chambers. Scientists work at different stations around the towering apparatus. Blue figures appear at various points in the machine, with one visible in a display window. The machinery suggests an increasingly elaborate longevity manufacturing process.

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A Funnier, Longer Life

If you want to take your hack to the next level, you can sign up for an actual physical love letter. In the mail. Remember mail? That thing that used to bring us things other than bills and ads?

This love letter arrives filled with a holographic sticker, a surprise item from the exclusive subscriber vault of wonders (cartoon magnets that will hold your nephew’s drawing to your fridge way better than those real estate agent freebies; bumper stickers that might cause a pile-up on the freeway; key chains that will hold your keys while also broadcasting your artistic taste), sealed with actual love and confetti.

When was the last time you opened your mail and confetti fell onto your driveway? When was the last time anything in your life involved confetti that wasn’t shredding financial documents before your shady boss’s tax audit. This confetti celebrates your longer life.

The final stage shows a scientist packaging blue figures (representing humor/laughter) into a box at a desk. A delivery person with a hand truck carries stacked boxes labeled 'Funny Comics' with a smiley face and an upward arrow, ready to distribute the longevity product to the world.

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Don’t Die

The science is unimpeachable: human-made art makes you laugh, laughter releases endorphins, endorphins are basically tiny maintenance workers repairing your insides, and boom: you’ve just extended your warranty.

And unlike those sketchy supplement companies or that one guy in Yoga class who won’t shut up about intermittent fasting, we’re offering you a path to longevity that involves more laughter, not less food.

So really becoming a Patreon supporter isn’t just supporting an artist. It’s an investment in your own continued existence. Your move, mortal.

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Panel 1:
A therapist sits in an armchair, holding a notepad, and says to a client, "Now, remember we talked about setting realistic goals for the new year." The client, wearing glasses and a dress, is the "thirsty scientist" character, looking attentive. The room has a cozy atmosphere with a plant in the background.

Panel 2:
The thirsty scientist responds confidently, "Yes." She holds a piece of paper and looks determined.

Panel 3:
She reads, "'Embark on a romantic adventure with an Alpha-Centaurian Prince.'"

Panel 4:
The therapist looks at her

Panel 5: The thirsty scientist is looking back.

Panel 6:
She says, "You're right. I'll settle for an admiral." She scribbles on the paper.

4-panel-comic by War and Peas Panel 1: Lord Nibbles, a black cat, sits at a wooden table, his paw resting on a Ouija board. The witch in a pointed hat stands beside him, asks, "What are you doing?" Panel 2: Lord Nibbles, still focused on the Ouija board, declares, "This one demon still owes me money." Panel 3: He continues working the Ouija board, "He's raking it in with a new hellish meme coin!" Panel 4: A red, horned demon sits at a cluttered desk, an energy drink can beside his computer. His mother peeks through the door, saying, "It's for you." The demon, clearly annoyed, replies, "Not now, Mom!"

Panel 1: An angel stands at the gates of heaven, speaking to a woman who has just arrived. The angel says, "Sorry, you must have taken a wrong turn." The background shows fluffy clouds and golden gates. Panel 2: The angel continues to speak, "This is cat heav—" Panel 3: The woman grabs the angel by the collar and shakes them. "I heard you the first time."

Panel 1: A red-haired witch ("Slutty Witch") stands at the counter of the "Bureau of Broom Services." She says to the horned goblin lady behind the counter, "I'm here to get plates for my broom." Panel 2: The goblin lady offers a pamphlet and says, "I'm sure you'll enjoy our options: Sorcery Insurance, Invisibility Plus, Weapons." Panel 3: The witch, holding the pamphlet, asks, "What's the 'Plague Special Edition'?" Panel 4: Later that night, the witch is seen flying on her broom over a city. The sky is filled with swarms of insects, rats, and frogs. The witch laughs, "Hahaha."

6-panel-comic by War and Peas
Panel 1:
Santa Claus sits at a desk with a computer, typing "Tap Tap" while looking at the "Naughty List" on the screen.
Panel 2:
A speech bubble from outside the panel says, "Oh you... Haha."
Panel 3:
Mrs. Claus is flirting with a very muscular elf whose clothes are torn because he is too big. Other elves are wrapping presents in the background.
Panel 4:
Mrs. Claus rubs the muscular elf’s shoulders and says, "Oh, your neck must be very tense from all that wrapping."
Panel 5:
Santa Claus watches the scene from a distance with an angry expression.
Panel 6:
Santa Claus, back at his desk, types "Mrs. Clause" onto the Naughty List on his computer screen.

9-panel-comic by War and Peas Panel 1: Santa Claus sits at a desk with a "Ho Ho Ho" coffee mug and a nameplate that reads "CEO". He asks "So, you have no previous Christmas factory experience." Panel 2: A man wearing an elf hat responds, "No." Panel 3: Santa Claus calls out, "Dear?" to Mrs. Claus, who is off-panel in the next room. Panel 4: Mrs. Claus, now visible and dressed in a naughty, sexy outfit, responds, "Yes, honey?" Panel 5: Santa asks Mrs. Claus, "Did you promise this young man a job?" Panel 6: She answers. "I thought he made a very capable impression." Panel 7: Santa Claus, with a slightly frustrated expression, says, "We don’t even have a uniform he fits into." Panel 8: The muscular elf stands half-naked in the center of the room, his elf clothes torn because they are too small for him. Panel 9: Mrs. Claus, stirring a bowl in the kitchen, says, "I think it fits perfectly."

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4-panel-comic by War and Peas Panel 1: Santa Claus stands on the roof of a decorated house and asks the Grim Reaper, who is on the ground, "Hey! You're coming to this house, too?" Panel 2: The Grim Reaper responds, "Yeah." Panel 3: Santa Claus, still on the roof, says, "What a shame. They're getting a lot of presents." Panel 4: The Grim Reaper, holding a scroll, says, "Let me guess. One of them is a chainsaw."

4-panel-comic by War and Peas
Panel 1:
Two elves stand in Santa's workshop. One elf says, "Santa? Do we really have to test all the gifts?"
Panel 2:
Santa, looking confident and cheerful, responds, "Well, of course. Every item!"
Panel 3:
The elf holds a large phallic ornament and says, "Okay."
Panel 4:
The elves, now visibly distressed, stand at a workbench. Santa walks out of the workshop saying, "How do you think I made it to the top?"