Death might actually be the only way out of your dead-end job.
How it feels to say nothing for 40 minutes at a party.
"Oh! The sweet satisfaction of instilling blind fear in a child!"
A glorious tale of mistaken identity.
When 'zine-making gets personal.
Tencha the raccoon finds out that intimate activities with vegetables rarely end well.
An artist reevaluates her purpose in light of her expectations.
When your social anxiety makes you seem like an insane stalker.
An educational tale about dancercising and caterpillars.
Clementine's one-legged, ex-junkie boss tells her how to avoid being a source of deep-seated resentment.
Sometimes it's not so much a "party" as it is a "drinking a six-pack by yourself."
"I'll just tidy up a little..."
Introducing the squmpkin, the megasquash, and gourd that looks like a dick.
Clementine and Kyle head to the cemetery with Doug on the anniversary of his dad's death.
VICE art editor Nick Gazin reports on all the superheroes, anime cosplayers, and Christian proselytisers at the 2015 NYCC.
"They never built over Central Park, because a dragon lives there."
Never come between a cat and it's favorite chair.
Turns out rats like to catcall random women on the street, too.
In this week's column, VICE Art Editor Nick Gazin hawks his wares at New York Comic Con, talks up an obscure psychedelic French comic, and asks, "Hey! What about me?"
No number of well-wishes or compliments preceding it can soften the word "no."
"Well, the thing is..."
Today's hot topic: Who's hotter, Ben Carson, Ted Cruz, or Bernie Sanders?
Heather Benjamin's drawings take the "girly imagery and emotions" of vintage romance cartoons and transform them into grotesque nightmares.
But flies and stale beer are all that's available.