A really poignant chronicle of the prolonged tragedy of the Breckenridge Jazz Hands, laid out using words from the game itself. A lot of my favorite illustrations in this zine are the pieces laid out in silhouette- your art style is wonderful, and I love seeing it in all of its detail, but something about the stark black against the pale blue background feels so expressive in its contrast. Your commentary on each event is minimal, just enough to convey each emotion; a quiet expression of grief. It's fitting, really, in the way that so many Blaseball tragedies can be swept away in the rapid pace of the game- there's so little room to express the pain of experiencing it all.
The Tower, the Tower, the Tower- endless cycles of loss, and the emotion that comes with it.
good zine. good zine. love this one.