I’m going to be at MoCCa Fest this Saturday (April 6th).  I don’t have a table or anything, but I’ll be walking around checking stuff out, and maybe attending a panel or two!  If you’re gonna be there and wanna say hi/punch me in the face, let me know on Twitter (@corpse_run) that day, and I’ll do my best to find you in the crowd!  

Hope to see you there!

NEW LIVESTREAM UPDATE (April 5th, 8:20pm est):

Time Warner Internet is out across portions of Queens and Brooklyn right now, and after giving them a call I have been told that there’s no ETA for it being fixed.  Unfortunately the stream will have to be canceled tonight.  

I apologize for the inconvenience.


Hey guys, the next livestream will be this Friday, April 5th at 10pm est!  There will be doodling (post your suggestions in the comments), chatting, and some game playing afterwards.  Neat!

Like last week, I’m gonna try to mix it up with the games I’m playing, so I’ll be diving into my Steam library to find something new!

The stream can be viewed either here or here.

See you then!


Woah!  Do you know what this is?  Today’s strip is the 300th strip of Corpse Run!  JEEBUS!

Even though I probably said the same things when I hit the 200 strip mark, I’d just like to thank everyone who has had anything to do with the comic.  Whether you’re a friend of mine who I bounce ideas off of, a family member that has resisted the urge to murder me, a livestream regular, sent me mail, participated in the Halloween costume contest, or a casual reader, you are a part of this comic and are a the biggest reason why I bother getting up in the morning.

So thanks.

Really, you guys mean a lot me.

Keep on being awesome!

On to regular story-posty time!  My mother gave me a gift certificate to my local grocery store this week (possibly in reaction to Monday’s strip), so I figured I’d head over to grab something small just to see how the store would ring it up.

My purchase total was roughly three dollars and forty five cents.  I handed the gift certificate to the cashier, who looked at it, puzzled.

She looked at me.

I… looked back, I guess.

She produced a walkie talkie from a shelf and called a higher-up.

In the few minutes that it took for the guy to arrive, the line behind me had grown considerably, and now I started to feel responsible for holding everything up.  Anyway, the guy showed up, looked at the certificate, then at my purchase total, then me and said, “I can’t give you cash back.”

He was referring to what would be the remaining balance on the certificate.

Obviously he wasn’t going to give me cash back, and I was confused why he said that.  “That’s completely understandable,” I responded.

“You know I can’t give you cash back,” he repeated, brows furrowing.

“I… didn’t expect you to.”

“I’m gonna write on the certificate your remaining amount,” he said.

Well, duh, I thought, that’s what every place that uses paper certificates does.  The guy pulled out a walkie talkie of his own and called a manager.

More waiting; the line gets longer.

Some lady appears, takes the certificate and says, I kid you not, “I’m going to take this in the back and make sure it’s real.”

At that moment, it finally hit me; they thought I crafted a gift certificate and was buying something inexpensive so I can get a bunch of cash back.

These guys are jerks.

More waiting.

I felt pretty embarrassed that the whole line was held up, especially now that they were treating me like some kind of criminal.

She returned with my certificate, said it checked out, and rung up my purchase.

I really hope this doesn’t happen every time I use the gift certificate.

On the other hand, I do like eating.