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).
Hellboy... a being from the depths of hell, and still clowns can scare the shit out of em!
The Crow is a bird prone to long poetic rants apparently.
Judge Dredd would kick a puppy for littering. What happens when a city is flooded with adolescent arsonists?
Vampires, Werewolves, and Mad Scientists, oh my!
Metron3 loves him some leather.
King Conan just wants to bludgeon a bear, but he has to file all these bloody forms first!
Villains: some of them are just 2D rambling fools!
Within these pages lies a bit of madness, and a ton of head scratching.
Valiant is bobbing and weaving in an innovative attempt to break that 1% market share.
Ships go boom, and Vader sparkles like never before in this new review by CajunBean.
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