Here's the thing. We don't wanna pitch you anything.
Doesn't it feel like the mystery has gone out of everything?
We aren't a streaming platform. We aren't infinite choice.
We make deliberate, weird, unique and beautiful things - things meant to surprise you. Things we give an arguably unhealthy amount of care to.
With the simple goal that you’ll read them.
We’re not making comics for a movie studio. We’re not asking you to buy ten copies to collect, frame, or lock in a vault.
We just want to tell you stories.
Made in NYC.
Not always in a snowstorm, but sometimes.
All of this is produced and shipped from a tiny office in the shadow of the Manhattan Bridge.
An unreasonable place to live.
A great place to make things.
Deathray.
Making cool stuff since earlier this week.
