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).
Zombies, and ninjas, and tentacles, oh my!
James Stokoe goes full crazy on us... and it is kind of nice.
Bows, Babes, and Big Ol' Dinosaurs?! How can this not be awesome? This issue somehow found a way.
Blade Runner meets Bushido code in this Detective NoirSamurai tale.
Robot punchings for everyone! Plus a cameo by the Dude!
Judge Dredd melts faces and punches everything in the face for freedom! A blazing tale of amazing quality.
A good werewolf tale, tragically cut short.
Arrogant elves? Thieving little people?! Looking for some innovative fantasy ideas?!?!?! Maybe look somewhere else.
Monsters punch each other... A LOT! If you you are seeking further depth, turn around right now. Seriously... its not much more than monster mayhem. Do we need more than that?
Hello-boy, er, Hell Boy... finds himself painfully adorable. Also, Roger has forsaken pants, and for some reason that is cute too? Yeah, this is just adorable.
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