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).
Another indie work of love, as zombies, cars, and Cthulhus tear the world to shreds in this chaotic, comedic, ride. Yeah that sentence was a mouthful!
Tim Seeley and Jim Terry bring out the crazy, as this perfectly Halloween friendly story continues.
More money to charity! More comic books! More exclamatory sentences!
Jonathon Hickman and Nick Pitarra recreate the story of the atomic era... and somehow manage to make it way scarier. And perverted? With a hint of cannibalism! And Xenophobia!?
What happens when the Flash is hunting you, the Human Torch wants to BBQ you, and Cupid turns out to be a homicidal psychopath? A perverted version of The Running Man... and its Gail Simone and Jim Calafiore's fault.
Humble Bundle... trying to bankrupt us pennies at a time... while raising money for charity. And then they have THE NERVE to provide tons of great comic books to us in exchange for our charitable contributions. I say we flog em! Or donate to charity for neat stuff, that is an option I suppose.
The movie continues, as someone finally addresses how stupid, bald, mute, alien guys are actually connected to creepy giant, alien, cockroaches! Well, sort of.
We wanted to put something snarky in the headline... but with a title that long, ain't happening. Inside, boobs, blood, and excessive eviscerations!
Zombies, and ninjas, and tentacles, oh my!
James Stokoe goes full crazy on us... and it is kind of nice.
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