Man Comics has taken some criticism for being too one-dimensional in its manliness. It doesn't bother me since that's how they're designed. If they weren't comics, they'd be quad-bladed robots blasting beechwood aged beer straight up your dickhole. That's good enough for you and me, but some men don't keep it as real as us. So for our intellectual friends, I've added a mystery element to the already dangerous level of intrigue you've come to expect from Man Comics. Can you solve the mystery before the end!?
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.