Shelldon’s existential crisis is brought to you in part by Eldritch ants
Jesus Fucking Tap Dancing Christ On A Stick.
That, uh, that'd do it. Yup.
I'm gonna make Mikey feel it later.
Hey, remember in Mirage when Michelangelo had a nightmare about being a giant turtle deity brought down low by the world, and Splinter blamed it on too much TV? I think there's screenshots of the pages somewhere.
ANYWAY I fucking love existential dread and eldritch creatures. My old social circle called me and husband eldritch wanderers, a flare and a beacon.
















