First half of the issue we start with Jace waking up relatively fresh faced (for an Australian Macedonian Armenian) and looking through Tinder swiping Right or Left (contact a non-Boomer for confirmation on the direction which indicates Do Wan Fuck) on everyone. Goes through the day being a good productive Jace, trying to make the world a better place. Petting puppies. Walking old ladies across the street. Assisting a pregnant lady about to go into labor into the hospital. Dark Jace watches edgily. Dark Jace writes in very edgy diary about how he will bring all of Jace's aspirations to a tragic end.

Second half is the next day and begins with a quick cut kaleidoscope of hands of all colors/shapes/disabilities/attractivenesses all swiping Right or Left (consult with non-Boomer once more for direction indicating We Will Never Fuck You, You Fuck). All the productive good Jace things fall apart this day. The puppies have all died from IBS related microscopic poo particles they inhaled which gave them all brain AIDs, the old ladies all walked across the street to kill their husbands and collect on the life insurance, the hospital the pregnant lady went to is now surrounded by dead bodies as she gave birth to the anti-christ. Other bad stuff happened too probly.

Final page - Jace is huddled in the corner crying. Dark Jace is huddled in the corner crying. Dark Jace has realized he can never make Jace's life worse than it already is. He cannot out Jace Jace, Jace truly is the impresario of his own depressario. El Fino.