I just have to state that I’m not a fan of techno in any of it’s numerous genres. Sorry guys, but I’ll be a rocker ’till the day I die. However, if the interest of proving that I actually CAN make a dancing fool of myself when I WANT to, I just mentally transported myself to an of Montreal show and cut loose at the Saturday dance… and this comic pretty much wrote itself. I will never again wonder why rave kids insist on wearing so little. That was MURDER. Between this, my lack of eating, and the fact that I didn’t sleep all WEEK before the con, it’s a wonder I haven’t killed myself at one of these things.

Also, dehydrated me is one of the creepiest things I’ve ever drawn. @.@;;;

(Historical Notes: The most objectively dated part of this comic is me even bothering to venture into the dance at a convention, even just for the sake of seeing what was going on.  However, the part that really sticks out to me is citing going to an of Montreal concert like a thing I normally do.  At this point, that feels like as much of an anachronism as anything else here.)