The series follows the life of Johnny C. Main article: JtHM first issue. Main article: JtHM second issue. Main article: JtHM third issue. Main article: JtHM fourth issue. Main article: JtHM fifth issue. Main article: JtHM sixth issue. Main article: JtHM seventh issue. The series is set in the mids in an unspecified city; the city resembles the same one seen on Invader ZIM.
Decaying urban streets, shadowed back alleys and filthy convenience stores serve as the series' backdrop. Crumbling and covered with litter and graffiti, everything is in a state of bleak decay, overlit by the neon signs of trashy consumer capitalism. Johnny lives in a decrepit, single-story house with the street address The house has an extensive labyrinth of tunnels underneath.
Johnny uses the subterranean rooms as dungeons and torture chambers, as well as a storage place for corpses, though he also buries the remains of his victims. The tunnels also provide him with a network to various locations, such as his neighbor Squee's residence. Johnny perceives the layout of the house as constantly changing, though he does not state if this shifting is the result of the supernatural forces at work within the house or his own psychosis.
Johnny states that he found the house and moved in some time ago. He also constructed an unidentified flying object landing pad on the roof. Throughout the series, there is no case where the authorities or the police are looking for Johnny, and seem unaware of his existence. Stuffed with pure venom, you vile, lint-infested bastard!! How many more, like you, are there!! How many more?!!!
You can't even imagine the things I've endured!! And always at the hands of shit like you!!! I don't suggest you ever lock it again. I ran, and finally lost it, and made it home!!! It's really popular with the homeless insane. Movies, books, T. But I needed it! You see!! It changes color when it dries! I HAVE to keep the wall wet! What the hell kind of word is that? I HATE that word!! Fewer words are as excruciatingly stupid!!! And used in description of me!! You flies with your unyielding little minds!!!
I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me. That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive. We've begun something lovely, and, as with all things that start, it, inevitably, ends! The beginning is always so fine!!
But decay soon follows. A degeneration into the tired old situation. The rot sets in. This way, there is only the beauty of the start! I like Squee better. Nothing more. Not a monster, not a bogeyman. Nothing but another reason to feel better about yourself.
Understand that it's just a person - not worth devoting any nightmares to. At least I'm under the delusion of doing something productive. Victim "It's Fine! It tastes okay. I haven't cleaned my fridge out in awhile, and well You know. We become prisoners in our own cages. We begin to speak in badly constructed melodramatic prose! Make this stop!! I wish someone would just switch me off and I'm the one that's been killing all those people.
But I'm also the creative force behind Happy Noodle Boy, so forgive me and shut up. Resorting to the same old, monkey brutality, afraid to look up from your bloody dicks. Afraid of transcendence. And how stupid was I? I, actually paid attention to you! Devoted precious thought to it. I used to love the noises I heard in my head.
I never should've left my room It's gone now I'd rather not be dead Don't want to die This is worse than goth poetry It's such an easy thing to say you hate something I thought I knew I wish I knew something I've done horrifying things with salad tongs. It's really eaten into my social life. Hideous things! People are suffering, and people like ME, heh, are running around!!
Suicide, genocide!! You buy a video game system, and a better one comes out in a month!!! Powdered eggs?!!! Self esteem is so low, girls are buyin wonder bras!!!
Do you see!? DO YOU? I'm alright! I think my spine has exploded, but I'm fine. This is awful. At least alive there were nice people mixed in with the social maggots. Hell makes a yummy bagel. You're all idiots!! I admit to being weak and catering to some minor transgression or two, but this place is sick.
But I won't let myself give the issue respect by addressing it any furth Focusing on the mundane! Cream cheese!! You're in Hell and you're too stupid to know it!
Go find a cheerleader and saw her legs off. OKAY, that answers that. I've got better things to do. Besides, I find it frightening - to awaken and be unsure of everything you remember about life not being just part of a dream. Waking means I've slept, and sleep dissolves what certainty I have left.
The one where you just know you're going to projectile vomit out of every orifice? I feel that right now. I want you away. Leave me to my vomit. Imagine the flattery known to anybody who is told they've inspired some noble aspiration in somebody.
The student then presents our sculptor with a work fashioned after the sculptor's own style - a likeness of the student himself. It is a monstrosity!
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