WHERE THE BAD BREED CAME FROM — THE REAL STORIES BEHIND THEIR SCARS People think I “created” the Bad Breed. Cute. I didn’t create them. I survived them. I lived through every version of myself until they carved their way out. Every character I write… every scar I draw on them… every detail in their design… is pulled straight from something I felt, fought, buried, or clawed my way back from. The Bad Breed aren’t mascots. They’re memories with teeth. They’re chapters of me that refused to stay quiet. Here’s the truth behind each one. RAGE — THE