WARNING: This interactive webcomic is based on Notail Simulator, which is very heavy on social horror. Reader discretion is advised.
Cosmic Funnies
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Origami Around

shark vs the universe
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Love Begins
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KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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occasionally subtle
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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WARNING: This interactive webcomic is based on Notail Simulator, which is very heavy on social horror. Reader discretion is advised.
[Note: You may listen to the provided music to enhance your reading experience.]
You are a notail, and despite the odds stacked against you, you are incredibly lucky. A majority of your batch was mutated. Horribly. Out of the hundreds of other notails in your batch, only a handful of you were less mangled than the rest. You're smaller than many other notails, but your hair seems to have inherited what height you might have had. You don't particularly focus on this detail, but others may be more critical about it. You always wondered why your batch was so small, but that didn't matter now. You are finally ready to be sent outside, and it's time for you to pick out a face. But fate has a funny way of handling things. Some things caught your attention more than others. That "=3" face looks good.
[Newborn Learning] - Baby's first trait As you begin to shuffle your way to the bus, you hear that you will be heading to Crow's Nest. Whatever that is. Adults all around you are chatting to themselves, worrying about your batch and what wrench might have been thrown into the system. Other children are crying, not wanting to be separated from their caregivers. For now, what do you want to try doing?