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Infestation Review! Punching Zombies and Fisting Cthulhus!

Infestation Review! Punching Zombies and Fisting Cthulhus!

Zombies, and ninjas, and tentacles, oh my!




Zombies? Check! Ninja Turtles? Check! Ghost Busters? Check! Boob cuddling pygmies? Check! Optimus-Freaking Prime?! Double Check!! Elder God eating blobs of amorphous goo?!?! Check!!! Obnoxiously long checklist?!?!?!?! CHECK!!!!

Review done!

No?

Crap.

Infestation is the massive title-crossing world event composed by the collectively unhinged minds of seemingly everyone at IDW. They manage to jam all of their licensed and unique properties into one situation that allows them all to loosely connect with one another, while avoiding the fiasco that would be Raphael and Spock being locked in a room together (or would that be brilliant?)

Infestation is broken into two weakly constructed apocalyptic scenarios. Part one: zombie shambling dead peoples. Part two: Cthulu flavored apocalypse!

Now, part one seems a slightly more architecturally sound world, in which there is a given link between the worlds anchored into the CVO universe. Various artists and writers compose their scenarios, and despite it being absurd, zombie Autobots and Captain Kirk Bashing 2x4’s over walking corpses is a fun ride. The art through the first part of the ride roller coasters, as the menagerie of tales are all undertaken by various hordes of colorists and inkers, but really, it is a fun ride. The writing, well, it takes itself none too seriously, and the team seems to have no notions of hitting high-brow literary marks.

Part two, our Cthulhu world ender, has a bit less integrity structurally, as the link forcing various worlds into their death throws is sort of tossed out there and just expected to be the whole explanation. Elder gods everywhere! All the time, every time, wherever they want, Bam! Shub Niggurath in yo back yard, son! Though less composed as a whole, the individual story telling in the 2nd setting is actually stronger. It feels less like a world event and more like a series of whacky one-shots with a similar theme, and that makes it oddly much more digestible. Plus, its simply more fun to watch Optimus Prime hack up Elder Gods with a buzz saw than it is to watch him squish zombies beneath his shiny, shiny boots.

In summation, this book is a fun read that is actually two books. Part one is a giant world event, and that makes some queasy. You already know if that is not your thing. Part two, is just a series of loosely linked tales in which you get to watch some of your favorite characters squish tentacle faced things for just shy of no reason! And that is really pretty fun! Bonus, this book is 550+ pages thick, so in the event of an actual zombie apocalypse, this brick also makes for a viable weapon! Bonus! Visually, there are no huge failings here, but there are simply too many fun moments to try and compile them all.

3 ½ out of 5.
 





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About the Author - CajunBean


He was born in the swamps of Louisiana, where he spent his days punching gators in the crotch and funneling gumbo til his eyes bled. Then one day, a powerful foreign entity dragged him across several state lines, and tethered him to the Colorado Rockies, where he lives in perpetual fear of freezing to death and there is nary a gator crotch in sight for punching. Now he hides inside, dreading snow flurries, and hammering away reviews and non-nonsensical ramblings for the outhouse overlords (cuz apparently someone saw fit to lord over outhouses). 


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