Issue #2
Revenge of the Hive
"Posers"
They wear the stripes, but they ain't earned them.
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The Hive's Garage. Night. Prop is slumped over a workbench, tools scattered around him. A half-empty jar of Hive Mind Fuel is clutched in his grip. His antennae twitch. SFX: Zzzzz... bzzzz...
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SYNOPSIS
Prop passes out in the Hive's Garage after too much Hive Mind Fuel. What follows is a fever dream of fog-choked highways, a menacing Yellowjacket with a cheap unpatched vest, and the kind of neck-snapping hospitality that makes you question your life choices. When he wakes up, Stinger is there to remind him it wasn't cool.
CREDITS
StoryFlesh to Death Honey Co.
ArtFlesh to Death Honey Co.
LettersThe Hive Mind