It is the beginning, but also the nihilistic end, of one teenage addict’s attempt to find happiness in the late-stage capitalist hellscape that is the year twenty-nineteen.
All this and more conveniently compacted into a cyberpunk comic told from the perspective of the girl with Red hair— armed with only a deathwish and the cigarette between her lips.
There was a district in the City, they called it the 16ths. There was a club— the Colors Club, to be exact. Then there was a girl, and they called her Red.
Red was the best of the Colors you could get. Selling herself, a fantasy— along with a couple drinks, a couple pills, and red dye number 3.
And everything was fine. She was dancing, she was smiling. She was laughing, she was crying.
And she was fine.
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They Call Her RED: It is the beginning, but also the nihilistic end, of one teenage addict’s attempt to find happiness in the late-stage capitalist hellscape that is the year twenty-nineteen.
All this and more conveniently compacted into a cyberpunk comic told from the perspective of the girl with Red hair— armed with only a deathwish and the cigarette between her lips.
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