Nerfocalypse Now comes from a genuine love of NERF. As a kid, I had a few friends who had a crazy selection of NERF guns and we would have these huge, house-spanning NERF wars. They would last hours, they were so damn fun.
We’d split into two teams, and each team would have a base on the other side of the house. Each side would hide four of those foam discs somewhere on their base, and the other team would have to retrieve them and return to their own base. Think “capture the flag” but with NERF guns. If you got shot, you had to freeze until a teammate unfroze you. There were a bunch of other obnoxious rules, but all in all, it was fun as hell. A true Nerfocalypse.
Here is our Archive of all published Mousebear Comics. Marvel at how terrible the quality used to be (or still is). These are merely cynical musings of two cautiously handsome Schadenfreudes. That’s right, we are increasingly bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic.
We welcome you to our accumulation of visual historical records organized over the lifetime of Mousebear Comedy. These comics have been selected for permanent or long-term preservation on grounds of their enduring personal value.
