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Written: Raven Gregory Penciled: Robert Gill/Novo Malgado Colored: Michael Garcia Lettering: Crank! How well do you know your neighbors? Are you guys acquaintances? Friends? Best buds?? And how about your closest friends? How close are you? Well, here we have a story of two men. Rick and Danny. They are good friends and good neighbors. They have a good relationship and respect each other. And life is normal…for a while. OUR STORY We start with a man begging for his life. (What a great way to start an issue huh?!) He’s standing in a very large hole in the ground. A hole just about the size of a human’s grave. It’s pouring rain and it’s dark out. Two men are standing above him at the edge of the grave. He is asking them what he did, why they won’t talk to him. But all he gets is silence. As he is pleading for his life, the two men are still standing over him, one with a flashlight, one with a revolver, both with shovels. The man in the hole screams that he hasn’t done anything wrong as the guy with the gun raises the firearm and takes aim and responds to him that he NEVER will do anything…and shoots him dead. The two men ditch the gun over the side of a bridge close by, get in their car and drive away. The men in the car are Rick and Danny. Rick is driving. And he seems at ease with what just happened. He was the one who pulled the trigger. Danny, on the other hand, seems upset, guilt oozing from every pore of his being. While driving home, they have a discussion where Rick is trying to tell Danny they did the right thing but, Danny isn’t taking it very well. He’s nauseated and just wants to get home to his family. Arriving at Danny’s house, Rick repeats his feeling that what they did was the “right thing”, tells him it’s okay, to get some rest and they part ways. All night long, Danny is feeling overwhelmed with anxiety and guilt. He can’t sleep and is consumed by his thoughts about what they did that night. Rick, however, walks in his door, cool as a cucumber. He talks to his kids and then has a very romantic night with his wife. (Obviously not a guilty bone in his body.) The next morning as the guys are getting ready to leave for work, Rick’s wife notices that their neighbor, Anthony, is not out mowing his lawn like he would normally be. She mentions this to Rick, who was hanging out with Anthony and Danny the night before, and he says Anthony is probably just hung over and heads off to work. Now, we flash back in time to two years prior. A man is unloading a moving truck by himself. Rick goes across the street to help his new neighbor and introduce himself. As they are working, Danny pulls up and offers to help as well. The three men go through the typical introductions and become fast friends. Rick and Danny both have wives and kids. Anthony does not. Still, being the friends they all are, Anthony attends the family parties and cookouts, etc. Some time later, when they are having a chill day at Anthony’s watching a game, Rick happens to see a piece of Anthony’s mail on the counter. It is from the “Department of Public Safety, Staten Island Parole and Probation”. Rick is puzzled but doesn’t mention it to anyone and goes about the get together. A little bit after that incident, Rick is outside mowing his lawn when he notices that Anthony has a visitor. Although Rick can’t see who it is at that time, he can see the car they drove to get to Anthony’s house and it has a “Parole and Probation Department of Corrections” decal on the side. So, now Rick has seen a letter from these people at Anthony’s house and now they are physically AT his place talking to him. Rick starts putting two and two together and decides to ask Anthony what’s going on. Anthony says that it’s nothing to worry about and blows it off, with no explanation. Rick isn’t satisfied with Anthony’s answer (who would be, human nature causes us to be curious and nosy folks). He decides he’s going to Google Anthony’s name and see what comes up. He is shocked and enraged to find out that Anthony is a registered sex offender for molestation of a child and sexual conduct with a minor. He is also classified as a Level 3 Risk which is extremely high. Rick doesn’t sit on this new information long. He gets together with Danny to have a couple beers…and a discussion. Eventually, after talking about how important family is and how much they love their kids and how there’s nothing they wouldn’t do for them to keep them safe, Rick tells Danny all about what he found out. Now, the conversation changes to a more sinister and morbid tone. They both start getting angry, beyond angry, embroiled in rage. They start spouted about how this man was around their children, chilled in their homes, ate their food, became part of their lives. And now, knowing what he’s done, what he’s capable of, they are just consumed with hatred and vengeance. They want to make sure he can’t ever hurt their kids…or anyone else’s. They devise a plan. They take Anthony out for drinks and get him wasted. Then they drive him out to where they have the hole, dump him in it (which sobers him up really quick) and eventually shoot him, kill him and bury him. Danny is not cut out for murder. The weight of his secret begins to really interfere with his life, his relationship with his family, his job…everything. He talks to Rick about it and wants to go to the police. Rick is NOT okay with this at all. He implores Danny to take some time to think about it but, Danny says his mind is made up. Later that night, Rick is determined to take care of Danny and his guilty conscience. With a bottle of booze in one hand and a gun in the other, Rick heads to Danny’s house to confront him. He uses the spare key from above the door to enter the house. Danny’s wife and kids are visiting family so, Danny has the house to himself. As Rick strolls around, still drinking, he mutters to himself the frustrations that Danny is causing. He finally goes to the bedroom, ready to kill his best friend. He pulls back the blanket on the bed to shoot Danny and the only thing there is an envelope with Cindy written on it (that’s Danny’s wife). Rick quickly realizes Danny must be onto him and bolts for the door to leave. As he exits the house he is stopped dead in his tracks by a huge spotlight pointed on him coming out the door and tons of cops in front of the house, weapons drawn and pointed at him. They announce they know who he is and he is under arrest for Anthony’s murder. Then we cut to another suburb, in another town. We see Danny, unloading a moving truck into a house. His new neighbor comes to say hi and asks him where he’s from. Danny replies he hasn’t decided where he’s from yet. Through these frames we get excerpts from his letter to his wife. He tells her how sorry he is everything turned out this way and that he was going to turn himself in but, he just couldn’t and changed his mind at the last minute. He tells her he loves her and the kids and wishes her the best. He says he deserves to suffer and that she and the kids shouldn’t have to be a part of it. He signs it Love, Danny. And starts his life anew. THE END OPINION DOMINION I really enjoyed this issue. Although I wasn’t thrilled with all of the artwork, there were definitely some panels that were awesome. You must remember that in each of these issues there is a small side story with a couple pages in the front and back. Those are always a nice little punch of added fright power. There is also a narration going on along with the story that gives much more balance and insight into the characters. I do like the way Gregory sets up the story, giving us a little information here and a little more there until it all pieces together. It’s a well written story. Definitely worth the read. RATINGS Overall 3.5/5 Story 4/5 Artwork 3/5
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Here we are! The long-awaited conclusion of Thin by Jon Clark. I have been so anxious to get this read and get this review up for all of you. If you are just joining us you can get the first two reviews here Thin #1, Thin #2.
Now, let’s get into the meat of the finale… OUR STORY Doris is still trapped, her torso and head on the floor, her legs on the bed, an ankle wrapped in one of the ties that had been holding her down. There is a worm monster heading towards her head, it’s razor sharp teeth exposed, ready for attack. She starts to try to pump her self up, telling herself she can do at least ONE sit-up in order to save her life…but, she can’t. Resigning herself to the fact that she can’t even do the one sit-up, she decides to fight back against these worm creatures in her own way. Laying there, looking helpless, she starts to feed off of her anger and she waits for the worm to get closer…closer…closer still. By now, it’s right in front of her face. She opens her mouth, as if it’s an open invitation to devour her from the inside out, and just as the creature is close enough to bite her, she grabs the thing with her teeth and chomps down with all her might. (Interestingly, clenching your teeth together in such a manner can generate around 5600 psi of pressure or more, or so I’ve read…chewing is roughly about 20-40 psi. The human jaw and bite can exert an enormous amount of pressure. Grinding your teeth exerts about 250 psi.) Now, she’s bitten this nasty intestine looking thing’s head off and she spits it out onto the floor, with force I might add. See, now Doris has attitude. (And maybe a little more…) She begins to talk smack to the dead worm, talking about how she beat it, she won and (here’s the kicker) she starts laughing…a lot. (It’s creepy. All I could think of was Jack Nicholson’s The Joker in Batman…that eerie psycho laugh to go along with that devilish and evil smile. Just…yeesh.) While she’s celebrating, Doris doesn’t notice the worm wriggling toward her foot. It bites her (probably just to get her attention) and she screams out with the sharp pain. At this point, adrenaline pumping at incredibly high levels, she actually does manage to sit up, reach the worm at her foot and grabs it. She clenches it so tight in her fist that she squishes it to death, it’s guts and blood splatting on her as she continues her celebratory taunting. She hears that “slurping’ that she’s become so in tune with and as she looks over there is one more worm. The worm that killed Martha. Right next to her. Having had more than enough of this craziness, she harnesses all of her anger, rage, courage, fear, everything she’s been feeling through this whole ordeal and SPLAT!...one dead worm. After the battle for her survival, she frees herself and calls the police. A patrol unit drives her home. As soon as she walks in the door, good ol’ cheating hubby immediately starts in on her, yelling at her, asking when’s dinner, what’s dinner, berated her as if she’s some kind of a moron. (Now, if he even remotely cared about her at all he would notice that, even though she’s being somewhat normal, something is terribly wrong here. I mean, with what she just went through, it HAS to show on her face, in her demeanor, in her voice…something!) So, as he’s going on and on about how she’s late and dinner is late, Doris goes to the kitchen and takes something out of her purse. It’s a jar. With two of the worm monsters in it. (Is she friggin’ nuts??? She’s keeping them? If you want a family pet lady, might I suggest a dog or a cat, maybe a bird or some fish? How about a ferret or a chinchilla? But, truly, pass on the killer worms, yeah?) She agrees that it’s dinner time but, she’s just been through what probably tops the worst day of her life. She feels, like any addict, that she deserves a reward for making it through. So, she sneaks off to the bathroom with a gallon of ice cream and a really big spoon as her treat for, I don’t know, call it good behavior…determination…perseverance…but, mainly, survival. Yet, something in Doris has changed. Looking into the back of her spoon and seeing her reflection, she changes her mind about the ice cream and doesn’t eat any of it. Then, she takes the worm monsters into the kitchen and plops them into the sink, grinding them up with the garbage disposal. And all of a sudden, we have a new Doris. And she’s on a mission. She walks right up to jerkface, who is comfortably ensconced in his recliner, and smacks him across the face…HARD. She tells him that that was for sleeping with the accounting slut. Then, she slaps him again…HARD. Apparently, that one is for talking to her and treating her the way he does. She says from now on that he WILL treat her with respect or she’ll give him a Hell he’s never imagined. Stunned, he sits there, dumbfounded…and says nothing. She tells him to reply “Yes Dear”, mostly for his own safety, and he does. She also informs him that there are going to be some changes around that house. And salad is for dinner. THE END OPINION DOMINION I will always be willing to recommend this miniseries to a horror comic book fan. I really enjoyed the whole story but, the ending…it made me wonder if a man actually wrote this!! I really felt for Doris through her terror. The heartbreaking moment when she discovers her husband cheating and then the feeling of utter defeat when she realizes that even one sit-up is just plumb too much for her to accomplish was truly embellished by the artwork defining these emotions. And, as someone who DOES NOT condone domestic violence or abuse in any way, shape or form, I am one of Doris’s biggest cheerleaders for standing up for herself. (Though it’s not recommended for actual victims of domestic abuse to confront their abuser like Doris did, since this is fiction, it’s okay.) All in all, I thought this was an excellent tale with a great ending. So worth the wait and the read. And even though I have given so much information in these reviews, it still does not encompass the story writing and the art put together, which invoke many emotions as we ride the rollercoaster of horror with our new-found friend. RATINGS Overall 4/5 Story 4/5 Artwork 4/5 See below for preview images I picked up this two-issue comic book miniseries because I am a fan of Edgar Allan Poe, demented and tormented as he may be, he’s a fabulous writer. This is an adaptation, by Richard Corben, of TWO of his stories put together, The Fall of the House of Usher and The Oval Portrait. I must admit, it’s been years since I read House of Usher and I have never read The Oval Portrait so, this was an interesting tale to read.
I can’t really begin to summarize this story. It’s dark and twisted and utterly disturbing, to say the least. Admittedly, I’ve done what I can and I have to say this in NO WAY does this comic book justice. Part 1 So, we have a guy, Allan, who goes to visit a friend, Roderick, who is an artist. He is obviously losing his grip on reality as he has compiled an array of decomposing bodies in his dilapidated house. At the same time, he is completely focused on this portrait of his sister that he is creating. So, focused in fact, that he doesn’t realize that he’s pretty much abandoned everything else in his life except this painting. He stands for hours perfecting every brush stroke while his poor sister, Madeline, sits as still as a statue, exhausted from being deprived of sleep, weak from hunger, barely able to even keep her eyes open, and Roderick screams at her to get herself together and be the good model. During a period of rest during the night, Madeline comes to Allan with a handful of notes, which she hands him, explaining that Roderick is obsessed to the point of insanity and that when Allan leaves, he must take her with him. She further writes that her brother has unnaturally sharp hearing, like Vulcan hearing, and that she fears for her life. But, the exchange is interrupted and she runs off. Later, as Roderick is applying the final brush strokes to his masterpiece, Madeline’s face contorts in pain and she clutches her chest in agony. Yet, Allan and Roderick, too mesmerized by the finished piece, notice not and boast how Madeline will now live forever. However, when they hear the horrid THUD behind them of Madeline’s body hitting the floor, then they see something is terribly wrong. Part 2 So, now that Madeline has kicked the bucket, they wrap her in a shroud and place her in a box in the basement that will act as her tomb. While placing her in the makeshift coffin, Roderick cops a feel on his own sister, actually a couple. Allan notices this and obviously thinks it’s creepy. Days start to pass and Roderick grows increasingly unstable. After what seems to be a dream sequence (though honestly, it’s not very clear what is going on at this point), Allan finds the rest of Madeline’s notes. They explain that the painting is supernatural and as her brother continues to bring “it” to life, she loses HER life. She also expresses that Roderick will bury her prematurely and if the worst should happen, Allan is to destroy the painting. Having learned this, he runs to the basement to free Madeline…but, he is too late. He bolts back upstairs, is confronted by Roderick’s butler and swiftly kills the large man in his rage. Then, he’s off to Roderick himself. He steps into Roderick’s bedroom and sees him making out with the painting, which is actually caressing and kissing him back, for it is alive now. Allan, knows there’s something strange about the painting and starts to touch it, which sends Roderick into an absolute frenzy and a fight ensues. Now, remember that this old house is severely dilapidated and is falling apart. As all of this has been happening, a massive storm of rain, wind, thunder and lightning has been pounding relentlessly on this ramshackle stone dwelling. And a fatal flaw in the foundation is about to give way. Lightning strikes as the two men exchange blows until Allan gets his hands on the painting and chucks it into the fireplace, thus destroying it forever. As he does this, a terrible scream comes from the basement and bloody feet start to trek up with the steps to the main floor where Allan and Roderick are still fighting wildly. Then, as sudden as can be, the wall comes crashing down and Madeline, in all her deadened, rotted glory appears before Roderick…and attacks him. Though he and Roderick have been trying to kill each other, apparently, he has now had a change of heart and cries for Madeline to stop trying to murder Roderick. The house is crumbling beneath their feet and time is running wickedly short. Grasping at only air, Allan screams and falls into the rubble, which is rolling into the sea. The rest of the house, Madeline and Roderick follow shortly after him…until nothing is left. Then, slowly a hand rises from the water, reaching for the shore. A man climbs out onto the land. It’s Allan. The only survivor. THE END OPINION DOMINION Well, this definitely highlights certain parts of the demented world of Poe’s mind. I mean, good grief, making out with a painting of your sister??? Totally creepy. I mean, as if either one by itself isn’t creepy enough (making out with a painting, making out with your sister, ugh just nasty) but, come one, you gotta put them both together and give it that super extra creepo factor, huh? Well, it worked. While there are a couple parts where it is difficult to figure out what is going on (I’m sure a more extensive Edgar Allan Poe repertoire would help but, it’s been so long, those brain cells in my head must be dead or sleeping), it’s still one hell of a twisted rendition of what I vaguely remember of House of Usher. The artwork is, in my opinion, is actually pretty good. Even though these images seem almost like tame caricatures of what people could look like, it’s not completely unbelievable that someone like this might exist, either in flesh or in personality. I actually read the whole story twice before I started to write this review trying to get a better understanding of what the content was but, honestly, I feel that is going to be somewhat subjective. I do think, however, that if you are a fan of psychologically twisted tales and a fan of Poe, you should definitely read this and decided for yourself if you think it’s a worthy adaptation. RATINGS Overall 3.5/5 Story 3/5 Artwork 4/5 Oh dear…the pressures of a bitter divorce. Two people who, at one time, loved each other so much they longed only to spend eternity together and now, the end of eternity cannot come soon enough.
And the impact of such a vicious turmoil…like what we have here in Tim. A lonely, broken man spiraling downward in the wake of a cheating, deceitful wife. A woman flaunting her tactless indiscretions as if they were gifts for her husband and finally heaving the final blow of asking for a divorce. The pain and humiliation driving him to madness…but, is he crazy? I mean, the right divorce can make anyone feel psycho. Feeling as though he’s going nuts, Tim decides to see a therapist. And so, it begins… OUR STORY As any therapist visit begins, she asks him to tell her what’s been going on. Poor Tim is looking frazzled, disheveled, like he hasn’t slept or eaten in days. He nervously sits on her brown leather bench (seriously, this is a couch with no back…in a shrink’s office…ummm, okayyy) and begins to tell his tale of woes. He starts by explaining about this one restless night he was having. (I’m sure there were many for Tim.) He was tossing and turning and looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom when he saw a hole. It didn’t seem especially unique. By the looks of the house, he hadn’t been doing much to keep up the property since wifey left. Apparently, she let him stay in the house until it sold because he had no other place to go. There’s dirty clothes everywhere, food trash and beer cans all over the place. It looks as if this guy didn’t just fall off the wagon, he plummeted. The next day he patches the hole. And thinking it’s fixed, he finally gets what he feels is a good night’s sleep. When he wakes up the morning after the fix, the hole is not only there again but, it’s bigger. Now, that’s not right. If you patch it, it shouldn’t come back AND get bigger within 24 hours…right? Concerned that something is really, truly wrong with the house, Tim calls his soon to be ex-wife, telling her it’s not a good idea to sell the house because of this hole. She, of course, doesn’t want to be bothered and tries to hurry him off the phone so she can continue her exploits with her new beau. But first, she agrees to come by and look at this “hole” but really, she wants to make sure he’s not wrecking the house before she sells it. Meanwhile, Tim is curious about this hole. He decides to do some investigating. In doing so, he finds that is not some regular hole in the ceiling. He realizes by reaching up through the hole (thinking into his attic) that there’s actually nothing there. He throws a few tennis balls up there, they don’t come back down. He chucks a ball of yarn, a broomstick and a flashlight up through the ceiling and they are nowhere to be found as well. Then, he decides to put a neighborhood cat through the hole so he traps it in a box and forces it up there. It kicks and hisses and then…nothing. He waits awhile to see if it comes back down but, it doesn’t. He even put out some tuna hoping to lure it back out but, to no avail. However, the box that he shoved next to this mysterious hole, was covered in black goo when he brought it back down. Having no idea what it is, he takes it to the backyard outside his shed to burn it. That’s where he sees a video camera. He decides to video whatever is up there through that hole. But when he looks at the video, there’s nothing there. Just black nothingness. Then he goes up to the attic to look for the hole from the opposite side. Yet he finds nothing. Now his brain really starts to turn gears. And he calls his daughter…having a little chat with her as she is packing her stuff to leave her cheating boyfriend, although she doesn’t tell her Dad that’s what’s going on. He asks her if she’s coming to see him but, she says no. Then the wife shows up. She’s pissed as hell at the fact that she has to come to the house. Tim takes her to the bedroom and shows her the hole in the ceiling. He tells her that he needs her to climb the ladder and reach through the hole so he can find it on the other side in the attic. Annoyed, she complies and climbs the ladder. As soon as she’s high up enough, Tim pulls the ladder out from under her and stuffs her up into the hole…to be gone forever. Just then, the doorbell rings. It’s his daughter. They hang out for the evening and fall asleep in the living room. When the daughter wakes up the next morning she decides to patch the “hole” before her Dad wakes up. When Tim finally rises, he frantically looks for his daughter, realizing she’s gone up the ladder to the hole. He braces himself to be thrust into nothingness but, when he pokes his head through the hole this time, he sees his attic…and his daughter is nowhere to be found. Back at the shrink’s office, they are out of time for the session. She walks him to the door and heads back to her desk to make notes on her patient. She’s talking into her little handheld recorder about his delusional thoughts, increased depression and some form of dissociative disorder when she notices a hole in the top of her desk…just like the hole in the ceiling at Tim’s. And she begins to pick at it… THE END? OPINION DOMINION This was an excellent issue. It reminds me a little of Stephen King’s story Thinner, in the way that the wife is supposed to die out of revenge and anger and yet the daughter falls victim as well, unbeknownst to Daddy. The guilt that must follow something like that has got to be horrible. In Thinner, he handles it differently, he doesn’t go to a shrink. The artwork in this issue is good but, not as good as some others. Although, I will say the story did flow well and it didn’t take long to get going like some comic books do. All in all, this was definitely worth the read. RATINGS Overall 3.5/5 Story 4/5 Artwork 3/5 Oh Doris. Dear, sweet, desperate Doris. Desperation often leads to far worse situations than where a person began initially…don’t you think?
We rejoin our sad, married, overweight friend in the midst of an emergency…a tragedy…possibly the worst day of her life…and perhaps the last. Now, remember where we left off at the end of issue #1? Doris was strapped down to a makeshift operating table for a “back alley” type operation to lose weight given to her by a home dog breeder that moonlights as a weight loss physician, who has subsequently been killed during the beginning of the operation by little worm like creatures that resemble the monsters from Tremors on a miniature scale. The implication is that these worm things will enter Doris’ body through a cut in her belly and eat away the fat. These worms are mostly in a jar and supposed to access this cut in her body through a tube aimed at the open wound. But, something has gone horribly wrong. We’ll pick up from there… OUR STORY It’s obvious by now that there are at least SOME of these man-eating worms on the loose. Doris is almost completely immobile except for the very limited use of her right hand. It has a very small range of motion as it is strapped down at the wrist. There is a worm monster that is heading to the tube and one at the foot of the bed inching its way near her right foot. Doris is getting very scared and nervously begins to laugh for no reason, like a defense mechanism. She starts trying to talk herself down and then she actually SEES the worm coming towards her foot. This REALLY freaks her out. She starts yelling at Dr. Romero, who can’t hear her (or answer her) because he’s dead, wanting to know what the hell this thing is and if THIS is his big miracle cure idea. She decides to distract the creature from her foot by shaking her hand on the bed and getting it to move upwards towards the cut in her belly. As it slithers that direction and gets within her reach, she grabs ahold of it and squishes it to death, suffering a bite or two on the hand in the process. Now, the one in the tube is making its way closer to her. Just then, she hears a voice holler, asking if anyone is home. Doris frantically responds, begging for help, yelling out her position in the basement. A hefty blonde woman shows herself in the door and is immediately horrified by what she sees; Doris lying there, the blood, the dead doctor. Doris begs the woman to help her but, she is terrified and turns to leave. Crying out, Doris pleads for the woman to reveal her name and she does; Martha. Now, Doris begins to try to create a bond with Martha. Realizing that Martha is there for the same operation, she explains to her what has been going on and that she needs Martha to untie her. She even appeals to Martha’s greed and emotional void by bribing her with an “all you can eat” ice cream trip if she frees her. This is just the ticket and Martha begins to work on the straps holding Doris down. But, the help doesn’t last long. One of the worms bites Martha’s foot while she is standing next to the bed and swiftly an attack to her body begins. The worms bite her foot, her hand and then her neck, ultimately killing Martha. Now, there are two dead bodies on the floor in the room with Doris and she is STILL trapped tied down on this damn table, bleeding and hungry killer worms at the ready to devour her fat cells and thensome. However, she notices a possible saving grace. One of the straps…Martha got it loose!!! Yes!!! Maybe there’s a chance at true freedom. Then she looks over at the ominous tube…the worm is almost at the end now, its razor-sharp teeth moving ever closer to the slice in her gut. She’s violently racing to break free now. She gets one of the straps undone, gets her arms free just in time and WHACK!, she slams her hand into the tube and chucks it out of the way just as the creature exits the end of it. At his point, she’s wrestling with the other straps and fighting with a worm that is trying to bite her foot so, her right leg is flailing about while she is writhing around on the bed. But, the worm is successful and sinks its teeth into a toe of her plump right foot. As she tries to shake it to release it’s grip she starts to slide off the bed and she begins to fall to the floor. Her foot, bitten and bloody, gets tangled in the straps and she hears (and feels) the horrifying crack of the bones in her foot breaking. Another chomp into the side of the same foot. Now, she’s upside down, calves to feet on the bed, the rest of her on the floor, no way to get up (completely top heavy and unbalanced, no core muscles), broken foot tangled in bed straps, in massive pain all over, bleeding from multiple wounds and monster worms trying to eat her. THE END OPINION DOMINION This issue was awesome. I still don’t care, in fact I like, that it is in black and white except for the blood and the worms. The story moved so well in this issue. So much happened and even though I give so much detail in my review the artwork really makes the story have a life. I can’t possibly get across to you, the reader, in just words, what Jon Clark does so uniquely with his combination of slightly geometric and black and white art and storytelling. He gives the reader enough information that you know exactly what is happening yet, there is still a space for you to fill in your own feelings of dread and anguish, just as what the main character must be feeling. I am definitely looking forward to reading the finale issue. I can’t wait to see what happens! RATINGS Overall 4.5/5 Story 4.5/5 Artwork 4.5/5 |
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