COMIC BOOK | THUNDERCATS #1: EXCLUSIVE VARIANT by Steven Ahola

I was having one of *those* days—the kind where you wake up with a sense that the universe is going to hand you something unexpected, like a pineapple in your cereal instead of milk, or a stray cat playing the ukulele on your front porch. You know the kind of day I mean. So, naturally, when my morning coffee tasted suspiciously like strawberry jam, I knew I was in for a ride. But nothing, *nothing*, could have prepared me for the odyssey that was about to unfold.

It all started with a mysterious package on my doorstep. No return address, no hint as to who sent it—just my name, printed in a font that screamed, “Something weird is coming.” Now, I’m not one to shy away from intrigue; I've watched enough detective shows to know that these things usually lead to hidden fortunes or obscure curses. So, I tore it open with all the enthusiasm of a kid unwrapping a birthday present.

Inside, I found a… rubber chicken? Wait, no, that was just the packing material. Beneath the absurd poultry, there was an old, dusty journal with the phrase "Read me if you dare" scrawled across the front in a handwriting that could have been straight out of a pirate movie. Naturally, I dared.

The journal’s pages were filled with what seemed like the ramblings of a madman. “Find the eggplant of destiny!” one page screamed in bright orange ink. “Avoid the screaming toads!” another page warned. But in between the bizarre proclamations were references to an ancient secret society, "The Keepers of the Ink," and their eternal quest to uncover the greatest story ever told.

I was hooked. I had to know more. I packed a bag, grabbed my trusty flashlight, and headed to the library, because where else do you go when you're about to uncover a world-shattering secret? There, I stumbled upon a librarian who looked suspiciously like Morgan Freeman in a wig. She pointed me to the rare manuscripts section without a word.

There, in a dusty corner, I found it—a book that seemed to pulse with some sort of energy, like it had a life of its own. “The Lost Chronicles of MBArtists,” it read on the spine. As I reached out to grab it, a loud “THUD” sounded behind me. I turned around to see… nothing. When I looked back, the book was gone. In its place, there was… a comic book. And not just any comic book—this was *the* comic book. The one I didn’t know I needed but now couldn't imagine life without. A work of sheer brilliance, madness, and pure entertainment. It was like someone had crammed every genre into a blender and hit "puree."

A voice echoed in my mind—was it the book, the journal, the Morgan Freeman lookalike? "The true secret lies within these pages," it whispered. "You must read."

I flipped open the comic to find an epic tale that began in a futuristic dystopia, complete with cyborg ninjas, mutant penguins, and a talking alpaca named Dave. I thought I had a handle on where this story was going—a typical comic book adventure with a quirky cast of characters, a few laughs, and maybe a lesson about friendship or courage. But oh, how wrong I was.

The plot twisted and turned like a rollercoaster designed by a caffeinated squirrel. One moment, our hero—a down-on-his-luck robot repairman named Clive—was battling intergalactic pirates; the next, he was baking cookies in a cosmic kitchen competition. I was engrossed, spellbound, and thoroughly confused. And then, just as the cookies were about to burn, the story took the wildest turn yet. Clive found himself holding… a comic book. *This* comic book.

That’s right—the story inside the comic was suddenly about *me* reading the comic! My heart pounded, my palms sweated, and I glanced around the room to make sure I wasn’t being watched. Was the universe playing some sort of cosmic joke on me? The walls seemed to whisper as if urging me to turn the page. So I did.

And there, amidst the chaos, was a full-page ad: “For the finest, most unexpectedly exhilarating comic books, visit MBArtists! Because sometimes the story isn’t where you think it is. Sometimes, the story is *you.*”

It was in that moment I realized I had been expertly, hilariously duped into an elaborate marketing scheme, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I mean, who wouldn’t want a company that can take you from lost secret societies to ninja pirates and end with a personal meta-journey that bends the very fabric of reality? MBArtists, you’ve done it. You’ve broken my brain and stolen my heart.

And the best part? You can get your hands on this mind-bending comic too. All you have to do is check out MBArtists. They’ve got the stories you didn’t know you needed until you were already hooked. Just be warned: you might start off thinking you’re reading a simple comic, but you’ll end up on the wildest ride of your life.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Amazing comics and packaging was perfect!

Amazing comics and packaging was perfect!

Very well-packaged. Beautiful cover by Steven Ahola especially. Thank you!!

Perfect