We live in an age where chickenshits with guns are all too common. Give your average angry man a chance to get even for being last in the queue when it came to handing out a healthy BMI, supply him with a firearm and a rudimentary knowledge of it and he will use it to smite his perceived enemies from a distance. Change the firearm to a set of brass knuckles and watch him suddenly grow the fuck up.
John Wagner and Alan Grant go all postal and Ron Smith draws the carnage.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
Dredd takes on a sniper.
IT’S CULTURAL, INNIT?:
Oswald Plaza is presumably named for Kennedy assassin and all-round sucker Lee Harvey Oswald.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
The artist confuses the bike cannon with the bike laser once again and uses the cannon to vaporise the falling sniper.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
Standard. It’s probably telling that the sniper is wearing a crucifix earring.
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