The setting of the Toon Moon is a scenario that was thought up between my friends and I created that involved an unusual form of therianthropy, where the moon is replaced by a cartoon representation of itself and a select few humans find their bodies twisting, warping, gaining thick black outlines and the laws of physics soon escaping them. From here, the mischief of toons cause them to spread their infection onto others in ways that their respective forms do best, be it splatterings of ink, slapstick humor, loud music, you name it! How long can you hold out before the toons come to you?

Art by  DustyError as well as co-creator credits to him