And here we have the next character who is too deeply into “enjoy-your-second adolescence-“mode to be fully effective in their current role.
On some level she is able to realize that giving people PTSD is not an effective way of convincing them to join a cricket club…and that PTSD, in general, isn’t actually something you’re looking for specifically in potential members of a competitive sports team*.
On the other hand, giving people PTSD is so much fun for her – and she’s never had a better excuse to do it! …not that she’s ever felt she needed an excuse for it, anyway, but it’s still nice to have one.
And I guess on some level it’s just nice to see her enjoy herself for a while. At the expense of nobody any more meaningful than unnamed extras, I mean. It wouldn’t be quite as nice if her victims would be named characters the audience is supposed to care about.
This strip is also from August 2024, but unlike the previous one it has gained in relevance with its hellscapey mood going on. That’s the other side of the coin…plus, if events conspire to make a pre-prepared strip seem more relevant, you get to feel like some sort of prophet. Now I know what Cassandra must have felt like: it sucks.
More on Monday.
* Some sports obviously excluded, but cricket isn’t one of those.
On the other hand, actively seeking damaged people with PTSD, drug addiction, feelings of worthlessness and the like are in the handbook for cult recruiting.
Pass the Kool-Aid!