London Break

Last month, I partook in a family trip to London for a couple days. On our last night there, there was a guy standing on a stool in Leicester Square, yelling at nobody in particular about how they were doomed to hell, and handing out copies of this very tract. Of course, I took one off him. He asked me if I was a Christian, to which I replied in the negative.

The tract itself is classic scare-you-into-converting material. Hit the jump.

Making Jack Chick look like ART!

Yippee. A comic tract, as found today on Sauchiehall street. I found this one on the ground, but there were a bunch of preachers with a sketchpad handing out tracts down the road, so I guess it was one of theirs. Most of the stuff I get from them is ENDLESS WORDS, so the comic one here is an exception really. It also contains some atrocious drawing and bizarre use of motion lines.

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