Actually, Jack was the one from whom we first heard the term. It just kind of caught on.

It always starts with him, doesn't it?

-Joe

This isn't the end, though, right? There's still a bit more?

Could we have at the end some long shot of puppy/babies playing the yard, Jack and his children tossing paperbacks around, scary-but-titillating monsters creeping around the edges startling Those Who Have Become Complacent In Their Lives? I'd like to think that in the end, everyone who has earned it gets a Scarily-Happily-Ever-After...

I am kind of hoping your next story will involve Eve, in the fantastical world Zandra fell into for awhile. Didn't she say Zandra would meet her again?

Soooo, it's like Monsters Inc.? Have they tried telling jokes?

"It always starts with him, doesn't it?" Haha! Awww man the truth of that statement and the collective feels around it.

Bloated on fear...

Although I am loving the ecology you’ve build here!

If I had a way to influence the story (hint, hint) I would like to see Tomie be able to talk to other people as well as Jack. She is a book after all. They are supposed to be good at communication.

As a nod to her origins, she could be like the character Mrs. Who in "A wrinkle in Time" that talked only in literary quotes.

The reasoning here doesn't quite make sense to me. Is it like a feeding thing? Monsters somehow need fear to survive?

Or is it just like the amusement park industry? "Let's scare people because it's fun." I'm not sure that one would go down as well.

The boobage is really getting out of control.

I knew it! That dream about Khazandra of the Eastern Lake" was a prophecy! Kinda.

I've a friend who's postulated that we really do need to be scared every so often; that we need to occasionally redline all our systems with that primal fight-or-flight response to keep everything working properly.

I kind of think he has a point. That's basically the reason we ride roller coasters, go to scary movies, do extreme sports... in my case, one of the reasons I've been doing full-contact armored combat for most of a quarter-century. Being in the middle of a melee, surrounded by hundreds of other fighters, riding the edge of the adrenaline rush that comes with your hindbrain being convinced that you are in an actual life-or-death situation is amazing, and you can do things that are flatly impossible.

My friend's also a heavy fighter, has been for forty years. He took up ice climbing when armored combat didn't scare him anymore.

Out of all creatures only Humans seek Terror.. Any other creature hears or sees an Accident they run..But Humans we Like to watch.... Cars crash we watch... Some say that's our Compassion Still Others Are Honest..

Joe, I'm sensing some Miracleman influence in this chapter. Right track or not...? Anyway, it's great to see you wrap this up on your own terms!

I know that all good things must come to an end but it still make me sad to see this great comic racing to it's final end which entertained me for so many years.

I understand your decision.

But DON'T DARE to end this great comic without finally revealing who the fuck Mr.Chalk is!!!

I'm waiting soooo many years to know who he is.

So in the end, Jack really screwed Sandra over, taking away her life. She never gets to live and love,having to settle for the demonic overlord bit. Sour lemonade out of lemons, I guess. Sad, a bit. She was a good and happy person, with a lot of normal hopes and dreams.

Why does Sandra have her wings out all the time now? Used to be she only popped them out when she needed to fly. When she's not flying they just get in the way and poke people's eyes out.