Creation Details
Panel prompts:
- #1“My name was Kenji Tanaka, and I died because of a pickle. Not metaphorically. Literally. I was twenty-six years old, an overworked salaryman at Yamamoto Foods Inc., a mid-tier pickling company in Saitama. For three years, I had spent my life staring at spreadsheets that tracked the quarterly performance of fermented vegetables. My coworkers called me "Pickle-kun" behind my back. My mother had stopped asking when I would get married. My only joys in life were the convenience store onigiri I ate at 11 PM and the seasonal anime I watched while pretending to file expense reports.”
- #3“I was twenty-six years old, an overworked salaryman at Yamamoto Foods Inc., a mid-tier pickling company in Saitama. For three years, I had spent my life staring at spreadsheets that tracked the quarterly performance of fermented vegetables. My coworkers called me "Pickle-kun" behind my back. My mother had stopped asking when I would get married. My only joys in life were the convenience store onigiri I ate at 11 PM and the seasonal anime I watched while pretending to file expense reports.”
Art Style: Classic Action
Color Mode: Full Color
Panels: 2
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