In the near future, gun deaths reach historic lows — angering GunZilla! If America doesn't resume our ritual human blood sacrifice, the One True Gun Death God will decimate humanity with 350-foot-tall radioactive reptilian gunfire and fury!
North American White Racists are nearing extinction — dangerously weakening society's immune system defenses against viral bigotry. But the conservationist nonprofit WARP has a solution.
Our overpopulated, resource-depleted planet is dying. But the winner of the Nobel Prize for Genocide believes it's not too late to save Earth's remaining species — by radically reducing our own.
Do you feel out of place in the world? So different from others that it's like you don't belong? If so, there's a perfectly rational explanation: YOU'RE AN ALIEN! AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL FROM ANOTHER PLANET! Want proof? Take our test now!
There once was a man who was extremely sick. He had the world's rarest (and weirdest) disease: Cartoonitis. His bizarre symptoms were both excruciatingly painful and humiliating. Beyond the limits of human conception, really — but not the limits of human endurance.
Have you been literally dying to know the linguistic origin story of my name: Benjamin Edison? Of course you have...not. But I'm going to tell you anyway. Because, even though I'm purely fictional, I'm probably even more egotistical than you.
According to Science, a person is dead when their body becomes a corpse. When we die, we no longer experience anything or exist. We are then no longer real. We become fictional.
The silver pirate lives in Golden Gate Park about a block from Mat’s tiny apartment. He is a life-sized fictional metal person with two swords, two peg legs, two hooks for hands, two eye-patches and two seeing-eye parrots on his shoulders.