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sicc-nasti · 1 year

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"No snow nor rain nor heat nor exploding body parts flying down onto ya head stays these couriers from the swift completion of their deliveries or whatever. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how that quote goes." - The Courier

Meet. Your. 10th Class. The Courier Also known as Brodie! He hails from New York. He enjoys a good pizza, long rides on his motorcycle and reading other people's mail. But really, he has a passion for committing fraud of all kind. Mail fraud, tax fraud, embezzlement, insurance fraud. It's how he kind of got hired in the first place. His very strict contract for Mann Co came to be from a forged inheritance of australium that landed him in prison and soon quickly found him being put to death. And die he did! Though with a few shenanigans in identity fraud with the Devil, and much to Miss Pauling and the coroner's alarm dismay, Brodie came back with! With a proposition. And now he works making deliveries for the mercs. Medic needing more baboon hearts? Catch Courier a couple cities over in the local zoo. Sniper out of kidney pills for his Jarate? Fear not, Courier is picking up that shipment this week. Every. Day. He has ammo crate deliveries for Sasha. You need it? He'll go get it. He's your Courier!

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stil-lindigo · 2 months

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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.