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).
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.
IDW Continues the UK Invasion, and the Outhouse welcomes our new rulers! Er... our fantastic new titles?
"To know this story is to know Japan."
Well, we done gone Indie, and to be frank, it is an enjoyable ride.
Dark Horse continues its super hero lineup, with the soulless resurrection of Ghost.
Krampus goes all Cajun up on Christmas, and it is AWESOME!
Menton3 crafts another visual masterpiece, but stumbles about his story.
The end of the road, as Wagner wraps up his long running Grendel mythos!
The little green men are back, and they sure hate literature... and Christmas... and puppies. Damn, these guys are jerks!
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