It’s also very nice, with what appears to be the eye of Howard Quartz in the centre and the warriors (plus Rojaws) fanned out around him in an eight pointed chaos style.
The redness is eye catching on the shelf and the balance of the piece is very nice indeed.
Did I tell you that it’s red?
Well it is.
Very, very red.
Inside, Yewtree Tharg is giving us more diarrhoea about the kickstarter/Nerve Centre shenanigans. He’s also clearing the pipes for a brand new line up next Prog.
Sadly this looks less than stellar.
The art continues to be great and certainly unique. My only complaint is that the Klegg royals seem to be of inconsistent size and Hershey bears an uncanny resemblance to Angelo Muscat on page 1.
That Klegg Queen has a fine pair of baby dinners, though. Reptilian or not, I’d motorboat those scaly puppies in a heartbeat.
There was a great panel of the Kleggs looking at the singing in mouth cupping horror.
The story ends in suitable madcap and frenetic style with a rousing musical number and the revelation that the zen master has been eaten by the dragon. Again, it needs to die.
The Ferrero Rocher joke was groansome and I had no idea that the Kleggs were cannibalistic. That puts a whole new slant on them, especially where delicate discussions are concerned.
With his hat on backwards (sure sign of a cunt), Sensitive Klegg is every inch the annoyance and proves the point expertly. Despite this, the negotiations are successful and Dredd’s happy at the end because he gets to swing his daystick.
Despite the protestations of the unrelenting Scojo this is decent enough and being purely comedic it is not unlike some of the more bonkers stories of the early 80s. To further try to explain the validity to him would be like a monkey trying to explain to a cat a dream that it once had by throwing a lump of shit at it.
This looks beautiful but it reads like a cheese nightmare.
The violence is beautifully drawn and is a distilled form of chaos presented as eye porn and even the street scum get in on the huge wyrm battle.
This chapter ends with our heroes confronting the giant wyrm and then burning the Jim Christ out of it. We’re left with a fine wrap up and the threat of a new incursion in the future. It seems that our time travellers know when and where the shit will hit the fan. With some 23 years til the next incursion, Bacon is already doing the prep work and putting his mad skillz to good use. It remains to be seen who will be around for the next one, though.
The homoeroticism continues with the dialogue “Pump, Browne! Pump the black gold! Now damn you!” announcing the immediate commencement of vinegar strokes and the exchange of manchowder. Browne is later sexually assaulted by a man with a giant handlebar moustache. This is some Armistead Maupin shit right here.
We discover that the wyrms have learned to hide in bodies having observed Rittershitter and his bodyswap ways. The metal bastard is now going to get a new bodysuit, possibly with wheels. And flame throwers.
Despite the cleverness of the script this hasn’t been easy to grasp in instalments and may have benefitted from a stint in the Meg with longer runs.
From the crazy to the downright odd.
The art continues to be eye popping and that splash page was something special indeed.
Best of all was the close up of Rojaws where you can see every speck of rust.
As for the story, we get a recap of the last 11 episodes just in case we have all dozed off along the way. It’s been tempting at times. Overall this has been ok but not one of the better instalments and as a curio it is probably of greater merit since we get a bit of backstory. Not Uncle Pat’s best but not his worst by a long chalk.
There’s not a lot else since this entire thing has been a juncture; a branch point connecting Quartz to this present so our Meknificent Seven can go against the Trifecta of Twats. No, not those lot, I mean Sturn, Volkhan and Quartz.
There was a nice joke by Deadlock, ably complimented by the art showing the faces of the Warriors in shock and best of all was the “It’s Hell Something himself” line.
I liked this.
The art is simple but effective and had a fresh and raw appeal to it. I thought the small droids were excellent, particularly as they even had the same facial hair as their owners.
Storywise it is decent enough but perhaps a little too convoluted and maybe it would have better as a Time Twister due to the nature of the twist.
The idea of the temporal anaesthetic was a good one as was the concept of speaking to the victims after death to establish both motive and intent.
It was short, sweet and a good effort from the newbies.
Gene completes the job and some redshirts die. We didn’t really know them and we’re not likely to now. Let’s move on.
There’s some nice hierarchical politics in play here with Canis being put firmly in his place by Gene. Our alpha himself shows that his experiences have made him not totally subservient to human will and he will only comply if there is alignment with his own values. Henshall is made fully aware of this.
With the escape craft rescuing the survivors the revelation is made that the naughty humans have bred the ticks from Leezee and weaponised them, putting them on the pure breeds before sending these poor mutts to get killed and infect Them. That means that a tick infected hive forced the rapid evolution of Them. This tick infected swarm is now on its way to the Kingdom while Gene is in orbit.
So, we end on a downer of sorts and lining this up for the end run.
Great art across the board, here.
Kingdom easily walks away with it.