For a few years, Orlok didn’t read this story. It was simply because he couldn’t find an issue with it in and none of the reprints he had seemed to touch on it. Finally he got his filthy paws on a copy of the Prog in question only to find out the story was a bit shit and a bit of an anticlimax. Still, it is not like it is The Sugar Beat or Frankenstein Division or anything…
John Wagner and Alan Grant deconstruct society while Ian Gibson gets to go to space.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
While hunting for an escaped perp, Dredd makes a gruesome discovery.
WHO’S THAT IN THE HELMET?:
Judge Krebbs is on patrol in Old Town on the lookout for escaped perp Reuben Henk.
IT’S CULTURAL, INNIT?:
There is a hint of Arsenic and Old Lace about this one.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
The Forensic Judge has “Forenzik” on his helmet. Is that in case he forgets how not to spell it?
When Dredd almost drops through the trapdoor, he is very far away from the chair he is meant to drop into, even though this should be underneath like it was for Henk.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
Gibson throws in some
HOW MANY LINKS?:
There’s not much to this tale, sadly. Three links and only for the art.