I just...I have no words. Absolutely none. Before I began reading this spellbinding, incredible series from beginning to end in one sitting with my bloody, strained eyeholes, I was homeless and naked 24/7, relegated to drinking my own blood and scavenging whatever I found in dumpsters and public restrooms. Then I the moment arrived when I discovered this masterpiece, this testimony to mankind's greatest achievements, and my life has never been the same since. The second I finished the first issue, I found myself a girlfriend and my dad returned back home. I now have a mansion, 10 wives, and 7 kids, and we all read Sonichu together in our hourly family meetings. Though I'm not sure where my distant cousin Barbara has gone ever since I finished #12.
9/10