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).
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!
Little Green Men step into the ring with Sci-Fi's crochetiest lawman. Let the bodies his the flooooooooooor!
Get to da choppa!
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!
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