Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #4

Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #4 – “The Death and Resurrection of Major Titans”

* Part 4 of 6 of the Avengers World storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #4 – “The Death and Resurrection of Major Titans”! And that sounds like a sad tale, indeed. I once served under Major Titans, he’s a good man. In the previous installment, which seemed like the end of a storyline but I suppose it’s really NOT, the entire Avengers team showed up to Mars to fight. It turned out to be pretty pointless, because some lady that I’ve so-far dubbed Universe Lady showed up and told Ex Nihilo, Abyss, and Aleph that they were done doing their thing now. Go do something else. So that’s the end of that! Sex Nihlio is going to keep playing around on Mars.

That’s it for now, I don’t know where we’re headed at this point at all. But, since this is a Jonathan Hickman run, I’m told that he sets shit up years in advance. I mean, that’s what I heard about East of West in any case. Maybe Hickman saved up all his thinking for that one, and phoned it in for Marvel? That would be funny!


Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #4 [March, 2013]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“The Death and Resurrection of Major Titans”

Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #4

That’s Hyperion on the cover! I know him now! Mr. Belt Buckle.

This issue begins on Kobe, Japan, a location where one of Ex Nihilo’s big and farty stink bombs landed. S.H.I.E.L.D., a fucking name I have to copy and paste here every time I use it or I’ll go goddamn nutso, have successfully put the town in a bubble. Ergo, they contained the impact zone. Other impact zones are reporting the same conditions: a 10-mile radius of big, nuclear, space bees…or something to that effect. I just wanted to type out “space bees”. They’re more like egg sacs with scary non-bee bugs.

A rugged, unshaven Captain America is being briefed on all this by some other Avenger-types. He asks about S.H.I.E.L.D.’s status in Perth and Regina, the locations of the first two bombs. In Regina, the Canadian government is insisting that S.H.I.E.L.D. stay out of it! In Perth, the Australian government is insisting that S.H.I.E.L.D. stay out of it! So it’s going well. But the other, more recent impact sites are contained. They’re fine!

Maybe. I mean, those sites are fine, but Cap’n is told that there may be another bomb, a SHADOW BOMB, that came into the atmosphere with the rest! And who knows where it could be! So they’re looking into it. Go to where there are suddenly a lot of bugs, ok?

I still can’t tell who all these 47 Avengers members are without their costumes. Some guy is nerding around on the computer, saying stuff like “the friction coefficient is wrong here” and “eliminate any vector greater than 15 degrees” while pretending to figure out a shadow bomb impact site, but really he wants to play Minesweeper once everyone else leaves. But, then, he accidentally finds the right impact site about six seconds later! Good job, we don’t expect any task to take longer than three minutes in Avengers World. This is Avengers World! Anything that takes longer than a commercial break is a failure.

All of a sudden, there’s some narration about two titans, each called Hyperion, from an Earth that no longer exists. The first, a well-known legend, he escaped his exploding planet and flew to Earth where a man called Father raised him. “Marcus” he was called. Not the Father, he was “Father”. The little boy, I mean. Father taught Marcus all sorts of stuff, like how to be a good public speaker! Also, that a society and/or a community shouldn’t be seen as any less than its whole. Also, some moral code.

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Thought without error! Never make a mistake! PERFECTION. AND LESS THAN THREE MINUTES.

Yeah, those. Especially the “Thought Without Error” part, that seems perfectly reasonable. Anyway, Father and his children remade Earth. It was pretty cool.

The other Hyperion was the Hyperion within himself, so it was a trick all along! There aren’t two Hyperions at all! What the fuck! THIS Hyperion saw the things that the people couldn’t, and that the people didn’t know Hyperion could! Electrons orbiting nuclei, protons and neutrons, atoms within the compounds, all sorts of crazy minutiae. He saw the society and the community, but, against Father’s wishes, he saw the people that made up the community as well. He saw them dance and mingle and eat and poop and fuck and sing and, like, poop some more. But he hid this fact, because he wasn’t supposed to see all that.

There were two Hyperions.

Very profound.

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You heard the woman. Everyone grab a broom.

Later, at “Site Six: Fallen Heights, the Savage Land. Infected”, a gaggle of suited-up Avengers dorks leave their weird ship to do a sweep of the land. JUST AS THEY THOUGHT! The “infected” area is small and stops abruptly. It’s like a little circle of land. Nothing’s moving, but there are plenty of heartbeats. JUST AS EXPECTED! They’re cocoons. These Avengers already know everything. Why bother? Even Thor doesn’t want to be here! In fact, here’s his take about this particular plot of land: “Surtur’s Sweaty Orbs, it’s hot.” By the hammer of Thor, sir, that’s quite a scandalous thing to say!

Hyperion observes that the planet they’re on is warmer because of the troposphere or climate change or farting penguins or some shit. Thor offers to share a bottle of a drink called fimbulvinter, stolen from the Frost Giants when Thor and his brother were lads. “It’s like vodka, but for men.” he proudly claims! Hyperion scoffs at the god. He doesn’t eat or drink! He takes in light! Like plants! And alcohol is for deadbeats, that stuff should be beneath Mr. Thor in the first place.

So Thor begins to enjoy his Man Drink alone, and Hyperion notices something six miles away: hazmat suit-wearing dudes drawing liquid, with needles, from a strange plant-sac on the planet. They have to hurry up, though, they heard the unmistakable sound of an AVENGERS QUINJET landing and must make all manner of haste!

These anonymous hazmat dudes decide to perform their experiments here and now before the Avengers show up. They’ll never let them leave the planet with the samples they just extracted! So they drag in their confident, stupid-looking, un-hazmatted intern to perform the test on. He doesn’t know what the hell is going on, but he’s all for it! Whatever it is! Don’t worry, son, you’ll be ok! They’re just checking to see, you know, if the virus from Ex Nihlio’s weird plants interact preferably with the immunosuppressant they fused it with. And by “interact preferably”, they mean “work to fuck you the hell up”. Now, son, we’re gonna just inject this here, and –

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Yo nerd, your t-Virus is showing.

Beautiful! You’re dead! Not what we wanted exactly, but at least we’re getting somewhere! Oh shit, there are the Avengers.

Before we get to that though, there’s more about Hyperion that needs to be talked about. Apparently. This second-rate Superman’s world was exploding. You see, “the children”, Ex Nihilo and Abyss, made a second world to replace Hyperion’s. And, well, you know.

OK, maybe you don’t know. I still don’t know either. It sounds like this Hyperion cat was attempting to prevent this new world from colliding with this current world. And he was successful! But not really. The two universes ended up collapsing around him.

And do you know what happens when two universes collapse at the same time?

I dunno.

You start floating around a white void if you’re separate from the two universes, I suppose. Just like that episode of Futurama where Fry and Al Gore and Uhura and Stephen Hawking ended up playing Dungeons and Dragons in the endless white void. It was like that.

But it didn’t last long.

Or maybe it did, you know, and they condensed 900 centillion years into three panels. Either way, eventually, a large robotic arm ripped through the time-space continuum and pulled Hyperion through the Stargate into OUR universe! Earth! Yuck.

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At least he looks comfortable.

And now we return to our regularly scheduled program: Avengers Babies.

The team demands to know what these hazmat scientists are doing on the planet. In about 40 words they say “research”. And ALSO that they have diplomatic immunity on the planet. Hyperion informs them that they don’t have a blessing from a god, and points to a smug-ass Thor.

Before the hazmat guys have enough time to really rebut that, some tentacle plant tendrils emerge from the intern’s dead body, grab some dudes, and start snarin’. The Avengers act fast! And then learn that cutting off the tentacles does bupkis! Gotta attack the body. But with what?

“Stand back.” Thor says. This guy thinks his hammer solves everything! Well…yeah, it solves this. He summons some lighting to strike the body. And then…that other guy…with the fire eyes. He burns the body some more. Good work team! It’s dinner time.

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PARENTAL ADVISORY: tentacle hentai porn alert

Oh, not yet? I’m hungry, what’s the hold-up? Oh, the Avengers demand an answer to why these weird plant tentacles burst out of the intern’s dead nerd body. They answer earnestly! Ok, dinner time.

Ugh, ok, not yet. The Avengers need to call a containment team pronto! Gotta make sure all these impact sites are quarantined! No more experiments!

More Mr. Belt Buckle Flashbacks. Again with the two Hyperions. They were both pulled into our universe because, as you recall, they’re the same damn person! Or god. Or whatever. He was imprisoned, deprived of that precious, precious sunlight that fuels him like so much delicious fimbulvinter.

And then Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor bust him out of the joint!

Truth without compromise. Thought without error. All things for the betterment of the whole. These were the words Hyperion’s father said.

And Hyperion, my dude, he finally sees something wrong with that!

FOR YOU SEE…blah blah blah.

Anyway, a bunch of weird zebra-striped Builder babies bust out of the planet’s cocoons speaking the Builders machine code. And Hyperion decides to let them live, or something.

He is the sun. They are his children.

?

With all the impact sites contained, the Avengers pat themselves on the back for a job well done. Where’s that dinner?

We’re not done yet! We end in Norway. Another troop of hazmat fucks approach a mysterious seventh impact site, with a mysterious humanoid entity encased in a large icicle.

Final Thoughts

Man, I don’t even know! What’s this all leading up to? Should I be reading the other 45 Marvel NOW! titles? Yes!

I wonder if that Thor guy likes his fimbulvinter with a worm at the bottom.

Catwoman (Vol. 1), Issue #4

Catwoman (Vol. 1), Issue #4 – “Consecration”

* Part 4 of 4 of the Her Sister’s Keeper storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Catwoman (Vol. 1) Issue #4 – “Consecration”! This is the end of the storyline, and the end of the limited-run first Catwoman series as a whole. Hey, I finally finished something! So what if there were only four issues total? In the previous installment, Catwoman spent most of the time looking for Magdalene, who was kidnapped by Stan “Pimpjuice” Quimbley (as it’s written on his Pimpstone above his epitaph, which reads “PIMP 4 LYFE”). Stan died while Catwoman was trying to rescue her sister. He died doing what he loved: suffering a terrible brain injury.

Batman ended up rescuing Magdalene because Catwoman wasn’t able to, but that’s ok. At this point, I’m sure she finally pivoted fully into the villain camp.

I liked this series better when it really was running concurrently with Batman’s Year One arc, but now it’s off the rails a bit. Detective Flannery’s a dickhead. Stan’s motivations were nonsensical. Hell, even Selina’s motivations are confusing.

Here’s the thrilling conclusion! No more pimpin’.


Catwoman (Vol. 1), Issue #4 [May, 1989]
Written by: Mindy Newell
“Consecration”

Catwoman (Vol. 1), Issue #4

Nice cover teaser. “Will they be lovers…or the deadliest of enemies?” How about both? Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle are similar in that they both can’t stop sticking their dicks into stuff!

Whoops, I usually start these Catwoman write-ups with the nonsensical quote from the first page. Here it is:

When the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see! Did he who made the lamb make thee!” – William Blake

Yeah, whatever man. Detective Flannery and “Captain Strunk” are talking about their rummaging through Stan’s hovel. McDonald’s wrappers and beer cans and other garbage, but no sign of any nun artifacts. Strunk suggests that maybe Stan never had the nun, but Flannery insists the opposite. “I know it in my gut.” Flannery says, and then he’s reminded that gut feelings don’t hold up in court.

They continue discussing all the unsolved threads — did Stan murder the nun, where’s the body, who murdered Stan, did she murder Stan, did the nun murder Stan, maybe the nun murdered Stan in self-defense, maybe the nun crossed state lines and murdered Stan in self-defense Kyle Rittenhouse-style — while Holly climbs up on one of the cop cars. Flannery recognizes Holly and asks why her sidekick isn’t here to pay her respects to the deceased pimp. Holly’s all “I don’t know nuthin’! I ain’t done nuthin’! I’m 12, sir! I play hopscotch and eat Kid Cuisines!”

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Nope, a steady diet of pizza rolls and Tab ensures nothing in my gut is ever truly solid, sir.

Flannery lays out his other gut feeling: Holly’s buddy and the nun are sisters. “The related kind.” Strunk doesn’t want to hear Flannery’s verbal diarrhea anymore! He looks like he wants a damn sandwich is what he looks like! Gid tha fug outta ‘ere!

Elsewhere in Gotham, atop a tall building in the windy moonlight night, Batman and Sister Magdalene have a friendly chat about Catwoman that could be done, you know, inside. Or on the street level. “She seems to enjoy the danger,” says Batman, describing his earlier encounter with Catwoman in Batman Issue #407, “playing it close to the edge. Almost as if she doesn’t care how vulnerable that makes her.”

Magdalene challenges this line of thought, almost as if she’s defending her sister’s rash actions, then when Batman gets a little peeved, Magdalene tells him to go after Catwoman if he cares so much. Stop bugging her, she’s just a nun, she can’t help him with this shit!

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Even the nun is flirting with you, Batman. Go for it.

Batman then tells ol’ Maggie over here that she’s had a rough night, she’s probably in shock, he’s going to get someone to help her. She pretty much tells him to go fuck himself and asks him why he’s still talking to her? Are you too SCCAAAARRREDDD to go after Catwoman?! You big pansy you!

He lifts her up anyway and starts swooping from building to building. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m merely compiling facts.” Batman tells her, like a wimpy pussy. Catwoman, only a few buildings away, witnesses all this happening. Batman takes her down the street where the cops are still investigating the scene and tells them that Sister Magdalene needs help. She looks annoyed. Flannery’s gonna be a jerk to the nun, I’m sure.

Later, I believe, I don’t know, who knows, Selina and Magdalene are alone in a church. Both are dressed in white. Are they at a pimp funeral service? I have no clue. This is the first time they’re talking to each other since just before Mags was kidnapped. Selina comments on how thin she looks, to which Maggie replies “That’s okay. I needed to lose it anyway.” and pisses off Selina for being so FLIPPANT and GLIB about this situation. Selina asks her to cry, scream, curse her out, anything else other than make jokes. Magdalene says she’s been there done that, sister, she was in the hospital for three weeks and she’s done all that already. She also thought about killing herself.

Magdalene starts getting really dark, son, and it’s giving Selina the willies! She tells her to cut it out, she’s freaking out enough already with all the damage and bad luck that the Catwoman rompin’ has brought for her. It’s revealed that Selina has the costume in a big paper bag. Magdalene picks it up: “What were you planning to do? Sacrifice her on the flames of three dozen mass candles? I don’t think it would work, sis.” But that’s exactly what Selina wanted to do! Bad hoodoo! Bad voodoo! Bad juju! “You don’t understand. That’s not just a costume. I put it on, and something happens…” she whines to the nun. Meow! “Nothing hurts her,” referring to her split personality “It’s like she’s dead.”

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Lookin’ good, Holly! New eye shadow?

Holly is standing behind the pews. For how long she was there, it’s unclear, so they didn’t say anything about “that little ratfuck Holly”! Standing in the shadows, she tells Selina not to be mad at her for coming to a church (“I know you said never to come here, but I didn’t know where else to look”). Selina asks her to come out of the shadows, and Holly will if Selina can promise her that she won’t do anything stupid.

Selina barely takes one look at Holly before Magdalene warns “Don’t let the cat out. Let it hurt.” Who did this shit? Why, it was Captain Strunk! Holly done got Strunked up!

Immediately, and I do mean “immediately”, Selina teleports out of the church and into Flannery’s office in the very next panel! She even changes her clothes! She’s wearing some dumb blue thing with a dumb puffy white neck trim. She rats on Strunk, and Flannery doesn’t believe her!

Believe women, idiot.

Flannery goes into a big dick-sucking Strunk defense: Strunk is a 27-year veteran! Strunk goes to church! Strunk doesn’t mooch! Strunk knows all the cops’ families! Strunk knows all their birthdays! Strunk promoted a woman once! Strunk’s kid married a black lady!

“The bastard attacked Holly” Selina says, simply.

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Pffft, Flannery’s the biggest whore in town. Projecting much?

Flannery changes the subject and tells her that Holly was at the crime scene the other day. The Dead Pimp Crime Scene (DPCS). Where was she at? Hmm? Huh? Doesn’t matter! Dead pimp. The nun is safe. “Gordon says everyone should be happy, so I’m happy — got a lot of unanswered questions, but I’m happy.” Flannery says pointedly like a man who has never been happy in his life. ANYWAY, the point is, Holly was climbing on top of Strunk’s car to get a better look at the dead pimp action and Strunk was a little rough with her. Perhaps she’s trying to get some revenge on him? Faking a beating, sister? Givin’ him the ol’ whore one-two buckle my shoe, eh?

“And justice for all.” Selina grumbles as she gets the fuck out of Detective Cuntface’s office.

Holly is sleeping in the convent. Selina is wearing her costume, sans mask, sitting on her bed. Magdalene comes in and Selina gets defensive before Mags can even start reciting Hail Marys. “What’s your problem, sis? I’m only taking back what’s mine.” she claims while pulling on the cat head.

“What about Holly?” Magdalene asks. “What about her?” Catwoman responds. “You’re a liar and a coward. And I won’t keep quiet this time. I’ll tell Flannery everything!” Magdalene cries. “HISSSSST!” Catwoman responds, forgetting that she’s just a lady wearing cat clothes.

And wouldn’t ya know it, Batman shows up four nanoseconds late! “I heard about Holly. I heard that she came here.” he rasps in the shadows directly behind Mags, scaring the everliving nun-fuck out of her.

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Hell yeah he did, that guy can go Strunk himself.

Terrified, Magdalene tells him that Holly didn’t do anything, it was Captain Strunk, so don’t take her away. After a bewildered exchange, Batman tells her that he doesn’t work for the police, and that Strunk’s a DEAD MAN. You think the pimp had it bad? Batman will drop him from such a height that you won’t be able to tell his blood-splattered ass from his blood-splattered balls.

Magdalene tells him not to waste his time; Catwoman’s already on her way to fuck up Strunk. So then Batman MOANS and GROANS because now he has to stop her. Mags is like “and who are you?”. And Batman is like “I’M the BAT-MAN!”. And she’s like “yeah, half man. Just like Catwoman is half woman. You feel me? Not used to this kind of criminal, are you? You know? The kind that’s just like YOU?”; then she does a little snap snap.

At Strunk’s house, the Strunk Wife is making the Strunk take out the trash. Strunk’s like “Geez Louise, I’m gonna miss the beginning of the game!” What game is that? Gotham has sports teams? Yeah fucking right.

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lol, embarrassing

Strunk’s taking out the garbage like a Good Boy when, in the distance, a grown-ass woman in pajamas is meowing and hissing at him. He barely gets a chance to react when Catwoman pounces and flails around. Strunk’s confused, as anyone would be if a woman dressed like a cat, acting like a mental patient, started hissing at them while they were taking out the garbage. He starts swinging a large piece of wood, but she snatches it out of his hand with her trusty cat o’ nine tails! She whips it around Strunk’s neck, but a BATAMARATAMARANG comes out of nowhere to knock it out of her hand. Then, and this it funny, it lodges into Strunk’s fuckin’ jugular vein. Whoops!

But forget Strunk right now! Strunk who? Old news! “The nun is worried about you.” Batman tells the cat lady after stepping onto the scene. He warns her to back off, no one is going to defend a cop-killer. Catwoman says “As opposed to a pimp-killer?” I mean, really? Oh no, one less alive pimp in the world!

And Batman, he knows Catwoman didn’t really kill the pimp, so Stan’s blood ain’t on her hands. It was an accident. And she implies that this Strunk killing could be an accident too, hint hint.

Batman continues to shove heaping fistfuls of morals down Catwoman’s throat, but she ain’t buying it. He tells her Sister Magdalene will help, but she scoffs! SCOFFS! Help with what, prayer? Thoughts and prayers?? He says Jim Gordon, then just a lowly lieutenant, will help, but she scoffs! AGAIN WITH THE SCOFFING! Help with what, being in cahoots with Batman? And who the hell is THAT anyway? Someone not to be trusted!

Batman insists that they’re opposing players of this game, but Catwoman insists that they’re two sides of the same coin. Like sister, like Sister, eh? Both razzin’ the Batman. Batman asks her to come with him, and she refuses. She wants to keep fighting, so he has no choice but to…allow it.

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Yeah, you know you like it.

Then they kiss.

Then she smacks him in the mug with her cat o’ nine tails.

Then she whacks him again.

He’s on his back wheezing. She calls him a cop, scratches his chest, and bounces away. “First round to me, Lover.”

And this Batman guy, he’s just bleeding all over the place. This prostitute beat the shit out of him and got away with it! “First round to you…but there will be another…” he says, mouth dripping with his own blood. Like, dude, you’re supposed to be Gotham’s hero? A woman in her pajamas just kicked your ass.

The final scene is at the convent, where Holly now lives I guess. And she’s understandably a brat about it; Magdalene’s making her go to school and brush her teeth! Lame! Mags asks her why she’s staring out the window, and even Holly denies a reason, Mags knows what’s up. She’s looking for her Cat Pal so she can go back to a life of suckin’ and fuckin’. “I know, Holly, I miss her too. But she’ll never come back. Never.”

Meanwhile, Catwoman is a stone’s throw away on the next roof.

She’s close enough that Holly could easily see her. So that’s dumb.

Final Thoughts

So there you go, the Catwoman origin story. Yuck.

Batman hasn’t fully defeated her because he wants to fuck her, right? Is that why Batman hasn’t fully defeated anyone? Probably.

The Flower Kings, Hath, and Superchunk

Neo-progressive rock! Progressive blackened death metal! Indie rock by a group of progressives! The Flower Kings! Hath! Superchunk! The Super Kings! Flowerchunk! Superhath! The Chunk Kings! This is dumb. I hate intros.


The Flower Kings – By Royal Decree
(March 4, 2022)

The Flower Kings - By Royal Decree

Neo-progressive rock sure has its devotees, and god bless ’em. Scour the Prog Archives user-submitted reviews for any album within the last 50 years and you’ll find endless 3- to 5-star ratings. Even the most mediocre trash gets high praise from boomers who can barely string seven words together. Nobody ever has anything more substantial to say other than “this is so complex, it’s very good, I love how complex this good album is. A point off for this part here that’s not as complex as the other parts.”

And Roine Stolt, the visionary behind the Flower Kings project, is a master at catering to the average, seasoned neo-prog fan. I’ve spoken before on Stolt’s inability to edit his work. As predictable as the goddamned sunrise, here’s another 90-minute double-CD slab of Peter Gabriel worship. It’s the 15th album by the Flower Kings; it’s just like the one that came before it, and is, assuredly, just like the one that will come after it. If you’re into that, you’ll love this album. It’s overlong and whimsical and corny as shit, rife with sappy lyrics and musically saccharine yacht rock sensibilities.

That in of itself isn’t even the problem. I don’t mind that crap in small doses; some of this album is fantastic indeed. But you could literally trim fifty fucking minutes off this thing. The problem is that I can’t shake the image in my head of Roine Stolt driving to the prog rock landfill and scooping up piles of prog rock compost into the back of a pickup truck. He’s in and out in less than a day, hauling off whatever he can carry, and using it all fast enough to drive out there again to resupply. How can the music possibly not feel tepid and disposable?

And look at that cover art. Disgusting.

Early Verdict:


Hath – All That Was Promised
(March 4, 2022)

Hath - All That Was Promised

Hath, huh? I Hath not heard of this band before! Progressive blackened death metal with Dante’s Inferno-style Slayer cover art? OK, I’m game. Take some cover art notes, Flower Kings.

When I think of progressive blackened death metal I think of Slugdge, who was in turn inspired by Akercocke, and both of these bands are fucking fantastic. It’s a high bar to compete against. The slippery slope with adding progressive elements to an extreme metal genre is undercutting the heaviness with cheesiness. Whether intentional or not, it’s not a good look, but a lot of these pitfalls are avoided on All That Was Promised. The soaring clean guitar solo of “Kenosis”, for example, doesn’t dilute the ferociousness.

Also, notably, Hath incorporates all the twists and turns of progressive metal song structure without any of the jarring about-faces you’d get from bands who aim to constantly show off their technical prowess. “Iosis” is the standout in this respect, making the most of six minutes with lots of seamless dynamic shifts, tempo changes, clean tremolo riffs, and quiet-to-loud tension-busting transitions. On top of everything else, I really like these vocals. Kind of this hollow, airy, hoarse growl. Not chunky, not screamy, it works well.

This is definitely one to continue absorbing, but I can see this one only getting better over time.

Early Verdict:


Superchunk – Wild Loneliness
(February 25, 2022)

Superchunk - Wild Loneliness

Oh man, you guys, another Superchunk album! One of the most consistent and lasting indie bands in existence shows no signs of stopping with their twelfth studio effort!

♪ What ♫♬ a time ♬♪ to be ♩♪♩♫ alive…

As it turns out, though, Wild Loneliness is a little bit different than the usual Superchunk fare. Raucous liveliness is replaced with thoughtful introspective reflection and even-tempered middle-agedness. The melodies are rich with lush arrangements, incorporating some rather pleasant wind solos in a few cases, such as the lounge jazz trumpet in “Highly Suspect”, or the smooth experimental (oxymoron?) jazz sax solo in the title track. It’s all still upbeat, but in a very restrained way. Like the band is vacationing in the Sunset Strip. The guitar isn’t as forward this time around; it hangs in back and lets Mac McCaughan’s vocals carry much of the heavy lifting.

It’s all fine and respectable, but I’m lukewarm overall about this. These tempos and lyrics make it sound like McCaughan’s whining, and his voice is already kind of childishly whiny. “I’m not ready for an endless summer, no/I’m not ready for an endless summer“. “Hey, I’m clumsy and I’m sad/Can’t even find the grip I used to have“. I don’t know, it doesn’t land for me without the usual vitriol.

Maybe I, too, need to go through my own phase of thoughtful introspective reflection and even-tempered middle-agedness! Until then, I’ve still got enough fuel in me to burn my flame of sarcasm and contempt for years to come.

Early Verdict:

Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3

Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3 – “The Garden”

* Part 3 of 6 of the Avengers World storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3 – “The Garden”! In the previous installment, we see a flashback of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark assembling an Avengers team to take on some new huge threat unlike anything they’ve faced before! And right now that’s a good thing, because most of the A-Team Avengers are stuck on Mars right now, and Captain America needs to go there with his now-assembled Z-Team of losers that kind of didn’t want to be there in the first place. Some of them did, like Captain Marvel, but some of them kind of didn’t, like Sunspot (?) and Cannonball (??).

Ex Nihilo, meanwhile, is very interested in enhancing Earth with about a million of these “origin bombs”, which unleashes creepy bugs that aren’t good for humanity. I’m on Ex Nihilo’s side with this one, though. Humanity sucks. If Ex Nihilo fails to do this, though, Aleph is slated to destroy Earth anyway. So either option sucks…in theory.


Avengers (Vol. 5), Issue #3 [March, 2013]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“The Garden”

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On Mars, there’s a very large green thing that looks like a weird, space egg sac. One of the eggs of the egg sacs goes “BLOORP”, signalling that a miracle of life is about to commence! Aleph alerts Ex Nihilo of this bloorp.

Ex Nihilo is going to be a new mommy and he couldn’t be more chuffed! It’s gonna be the “Adam” for his new world, made from the very best pieces and god particles! Oh boy!

Abyss forces Thor to watch as a hand slowly emerges from the big dumb sac. “Ex Nihilo is going to restart your world — erase it all and start over like he’s done on thousands of other worlds.” she tells him, and then whispers an offer for a “sweeter way out”. And this “sweeter way out” amounts to marrying her so they can be, like, god-betrothed.

Abyss looks like a Helena Bonham-Carter character. Thor asks her if she thinks him so simple, and after she lays a big wet kiss on his Thor mouth, he says “Well argued. You will be spared when the reckoning comes.” She didn’t like that response very much.

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Whatever you say, Bellatrix Lestrange.

A large, gross, bald, nude man squelches out of the egg sac. He speaks that alien language you see once in a while on Futurama, and this is alarming to Abyss, to say the least! He should be speaking English!

Big Gross Adam’s eyes turn all-white. He gets on his knees, emits a radiant, blinding light, and speaks more gibberish. The Builders’ language, as it turns out. Or rather, the Builder machine code. A wisp of runes emits from his head. He looks pissed off.

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Translation: “I’m aroused.

And then Big Bald Adam either passes out or dies. Abyss is confused as SHIT, but Ex Nihilo carries this sizable naked dude in his arms and declares a success! Possibly to save face, though, because his new kid sucks ass and everyone in the room knows it.

He doesn’t blather long about his “success” before he gets blasted in the chest by someone’s X-Men Cyclops-ripoff eyeball firebeams. Aleph points out some approaching apes, who turn out to be Captain America and two other newbie Avengers: a guy with a stupidly enormous WWE belt buckle and flying fake-Cyclops. Aren’t superheroes supposed to constantly be referring to each other during fights? Like “GREAT WORK, SPARK-BOY!” or “FAST FISTICUFFS, THE HUMAN BLOWJOB!”. I don’t know these doofuses!

Captain America smashes his shield in Aleph’s robot face. And, oh damn, it’s Mr. Belt Buckle who’s firing off the laser vision! The other guy is just floating there, like he’s just around to be the hype man. Cap’n tries to approach the downed Aleph and give him a taste of his own medicine. “Yield.” he tells Aleph, trying to turn the tables on the unpleasantness he encountered in Issue #1, but it doesn’t work. Aleph knocks that bitch down!

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I will ZZZRRRNNNNN! you to death, sir.

Abyss snaps Hulk into attention. “Beast! Serve me! Cast a ferocious shadow — blot out the sun!” And Hulk goes “rarr!” and gives Fiery Belt Buckle a big green fist to the face! Fiery Belt Buckle is named Hyperion. I don’t remember anything about him, nor do I remember him being recruited for the Avengers. But here he is anyway, crashing the party!

Ex Nihilo is a smoldering pile of flames, whom the small Avengers team thinks might be the end of it. But that’s pretty naive, this is only the third fucking issue!

There’s no way that someone like Ex Nihilo is going down this quickly. Aleph approaches him and “talks”: “QUERY: STATUS STABLE?”. Ex Nihlio picks himself up, dusts himself off, and responds “No, Aleph. Never static…forward. Always forward.”

The guy I didn’t know, not Hyperion, I can see now that it’s one of the women, but I can’t fucking tell who. It’s not Captain Marvel, Spider-Woman, nor Black Widow, unless one of them suddenly dresses sort of like Cyclops.

Anyway, she finds herself surrounded by dozens of egg sacs that burrow their way to the surface from underground. Summoned by Ex Nihilo? Ah, these are a bunch of origin bomb plants! A cavalcade of hideous creatures bursts forth from their sticky, squishy, blue eggs.

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Listen Steve, I know you’re not that bright, but come on, dude. This was your idea.

Captain America finally starts to get up after an eternity of just chilling on the ground. Tony Stark, hanging about four feet away on the Mars tree, lifts his head, gives Cap’n an icy glower, and says “uhhhhhh, what about the plan, chief?” And Captain America goes “buuhhhhh, uh, yeah, the plan, uh, I stuck to it already, heh heh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

And then Cap’n presses a button against his ear and radios the rest of the team. “EDEN! FIND ME!” he messages to Manifold, who does his space magic to fling everyone else into space. So now everyone’s on Mars for a BIG AVENGERS BATTLE! So that happens.

A bunch of costumed ninnies start punching egg sac creatures. One keeps Hulk at bay so he doesn’t keep doing more of Abyss’ bidding. Fake-Cyclops actually does have laser eyes too, I guess. I still don’t know who she is. Some other Avenger on the ground hits on her during the fight, I don’t know who he is either. Maybe I shouldn’t have started reading an Avengers series that has about 45 Avengers instead of, like, 4.

Captain America tries to lead his troupe. “Quickly. Let’s get everyone out of this thing and back into the fight.” He points to the sorry bunch still strapped to the Mars tree. Cap’n can easily throw a shield and cut them all down with one boomerang toss, but instead he’d rather sit back and jerk off and delegate.

Spider-Man proves useless, as usual, against trying to cut the snaggly Mars vines. This is Wolverine’s time to shine! And it must be some unwritten rule that Wolverines retractable claws make a “SNIKT” sound effect. Here’s how I’d write the onomatopoeia: “SWIIISSSHH!! HONK!”

Captain America helps Stark down and gives one of his ass cheeks a little squeeze, probably. He notices the Falcon (Sam?) staring up in a trance at some demon Ex Nihilo sac birds flying around. There’s a point made here that Falcon used his Falcony bird telepathy to make the demon birds start leaving. This makes Ex Nihilo sad. “My creations abandon me? Who leaves their creator’s garden willingly? All is lost, isn’t it?” he frowns, giving up pretty quickly for an almighty shiny yellow god.

Wolverine works on cutting everyone loose. Thor tells him to shake a leg, it’s taking fucking forever. Abyss sees her new lover Thor summon his big Thor hammer to do dangerous Thor things with it. “KRAK-A-THOOM!” goes a bolt of lightning! It strikes the three mean gods. Or, rather, the two mean gods and their robot pal. It’s at this point that Abyss realizes, maybe, that he’s just not into her.

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*punch* How about now? *punch* Now? *punch* Feeling even better yet? *punch* *kick*

What’s his face, Hyperion, Mr. Belt Buckle, socks Hulk in the face and that makes him turn back into lowly Dr. Bruce Banner. Hyperion, therefore, has Hulk Reversal Powers! Hyperion makes a face that looks like Stephen Malkmus from Pavement.

Another Avenger hurtles through one of Aleph’s legs, snapping it from his body.

I forgot to mention: during this whole fray, a disoriented woman wearing a bodysuit, but no mask of any kind, and obviously not involved with the Avengers, had appeared on Mars when Captain America called the rest of her team. She doesn’t know where she is, how she got there, and the last thing she remembers is some shaking and some violence! Nonetheless, she’s curious! And, she just noticed Big Bald Nude Adam lying down in a makeshift cocoon of Martian plants. “Oh! Systems!” she says to him, and he looks up at her with normal eyes. He says a couple lines of that Builders’ code.

The battle rages on. Stark’s getting nervous, he thinks the game is starting to shift in the gods’ favor. “Keep pressing!” Captain America tells him, never one to listen to naysayers and Negative Nancys.

This mysterious confused lady, she’s starting to get less confused. And a bright blue light washes over the red Mars landscape for a second, enveloping everyone in its pacifying glow.

This lady hovers in the air and addresses her ugly children. “Please…Equilibrium. You recognize this form? You know who I am?” To this, Ex Nihilo and Abyss bow with phrases of reverence like “The Legend.” and “The Mother.” and “Goddess.” and “The Universe Herself.”, but Aleph says “ERROR: DEITY NEGATIVE.” like an asshole.

Universe Lady corrects Aleph. “Deity POSITIVE.” It’s kind of like a Wayne’s World “No way.” — “Way.” exchange, just more…uh, pious?

“My children — your Builders — are adrift. They flail, and their actions — YOU — have become insufficient. That cycle is broken. The systems are broken.” Now go to your room! Universe Lady is really letting them have it, by god, she’s going to whack them with a rolled-up newspaper in about two minutes if she hears any lip. “Destroy/transform NO MORE inhabited worlds,” she orders.

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If she’s the universe, then how come I’m not in her right now? Huhh-huhh-huhh.

Abyss and Ex Nihilo are confused. This is what they exist for! It’s who they are! What are they supposed to do now? Paint? Make websites? Collect Magic: The Gathering cards? They look to Aleph for guidance. “DECLARATIVE: NO.” he beeps like a microwave.

“QUERY: THIS ALEPH HAS DETERMINED THAT THE HUMAN WORLD MUST BE DESTROYED. MUST THIS ALEPH NOT PERFORM ITS FUNCTION?”

And Universe Lady’s main argument is “What good is any system built by children? Stand down.”

This scrambles Aleph’s circuits. He sizzles and shorts! He sparks and twitches! He jizzes and farts! “DECLARATIVE: I CANNOT OBEY.” He creates a large ball of energy in front of him, intended to be a projectile for Universe Lady, but she makes short work of that. She touches the ball and obliterates Aleph into seven trillion pieces with a “ZZZRRNNN”.

Everyone just stares up at her while she floats there.

JUMP CUT! Ex Nihilo and Abyss are neutered shells of former gods in only a matter of 10 minutes, just because mom said so. Thor’s got Nude Adam in his arms, and Ex Nihilo stands there whining. “This is wrong…why are you taking my Adam?” he asks, morose and bewildered. And Universe Lady tells him, duh, you made a human. He belongs with the humans. And Ex Nihilo is like “I guess…so…uh…now what?”, and he is advised to continue making Mars as long as he leaves Earth alone. “Do you think you can restrain yourself?” Cap’n asks him, and Ex Nihlio, having no other choice because mom might smack him with a switch, claims that it’s not gonna be a dang problem. “But you have to wonder, don’t you?” Ex Nihilo directs his attention toward Captain America, “I have remade thousands of worlds, and seen the destruction of far, far more — and yet it is your planet she has chosen to call home. What is it that makes your Earth so special?”

And Steve “Brain Genius” Rogers, he thinks about that for a minute.

“It’s an Avengers World.”

Final Thoughts

And just like that, the threat is neutralized?? These gods have been doing this for hundreds of thousands of years, and some Universe Lady tells them to stop? And they’re like “yes’m”.

The Avengers did nothing! Useless! Who cares?!

I’ve always thought they were useless anyway. Give me Batman any day. That guy fucks.

East of West. Issue #6

East of West, Issue #6 – “Justice”

* Part 6 of 15 of the The Apocalypse: Year One storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: East of West, Issue #6 – “Justice”! In the previous installment, we get a backstory on how Xiaolian and Death met, why the prophecy foretold their betrothment, what happened between them, why Death still has a boner, and why their son (presumed dead by Xiaolian) is still alive! And Death’s gonna go find him! And Xiaolian’s like “see that you do, bitch”.

Elsewhere, at the “Lair of the Beast” Xiaolian and Death’s son is being held captive by the Matrix and is being fed all sorts of knowledge by a machine. To prepare for what, exactly, I’m not sure yet, but Bel Solomon is sad and angry about it while Andrew Archibald Chamberlain remains serene and amused by all the shit going down.

Read on, nerds.


East of West, Issue #6 [September, 2013]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“Justice”

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Remember the Armistice? The meeting place of the Chosen from Issue #2? There’s a giant obelisk shaped like the Triforce? Such a blatant Zelda ripoff yet again? Anyway, at the Armistice, Baldy Pointy Nose (Ezra Orion, Premier of Armistice, Keeper of the Message, Pussy Champion) announces to the rest of the congregation that there is a traitor among them. He knows this because he stuck his head in a hat and the Message told him that one of the Chosen would CHOOSE to betray them.

Bel Solomon is sweating bullets, whispering to his good buddy Chamberlain that they shouldn’t have returned to the Armistice. Chamberlain tells him to sack up, cowboy. He’s got an ace up his sleeve! In front of everyone, Chamberlain calls bullshit on Baldy Message Guru’s claim and asks for some proof.

“You want proof?” Orion snarls, and then presents a dismembered hand clutching a sword hilt. “Here is your proof. Would you like more?” he snarls again, and then presents a second dismembered hand clutching a flower.

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Pretty gross, dude. Wear some gloves if you’re gonna handle chopped-up corpse parts.

Chamberlain, of course, gets cute. “I swear is there no one that keeps a hold of their extremities these days?” Ha ha, this guy. Now what do these severed hands have to do with anything, he continues to nudge. But Ezra Orion, Keeper of the Message, the Mother of Dragons, he dusts his hands off and simply responds that the Message told him! It is not he who makes the accusations! He only snarls about them!

Now Lenny Kravitz (Crown Prince John Freeman of the Kingdom of New Orleans, Snappy Dresser) sides with Chamberlain on this one. He asks Orion why the fresh hell he didn’t tell anyone before. “What good is the Message if it fails to reveal itself in time? What good are you as its keeper?” And it’s at this point that the President of the United States (Antonia LeVay, Secretary of the Interior, Former 456th in Line of Succession or Some Such Shit) butts in and drops some Message facts. Prophecy and all that. Things don’t reveal themselves until previous events occur. In short, cool it Kravitz.

Then she explains the facts, Jack: “That bitch, Xiaolian, has rebuffed our overtures directly, and it was she who sent the hands. They belonged to her sister, Hu, and in her message to us…we now see the Message.”

“Well, sounds like bullshit to me, Bel. How about you?” Chamberlain haughtily asks his buddy, the Skeptic, who is naturally going to be skeptical too! So, Bel plays it cool, and agrees that Ezra Orion should really provide more substantial proof than just the words in a dumb Message! Chamberlain then accuses Orion that he’s just waiting for someone to confess to make it easier on him.

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Ha, look at this guy’s ears. Nerd alert!

Au contraire, farty pants! He has more than just the words in the dumb Message! Ezra Orion has a weird box with a weird Hell creature in it! “A gift from the Horsemen…” he explains. The monster will takes turns chewing on each of the Chosen for a bit, then, after swallowing some flesh, it can determine where everyone’s loyalties lie! Sounds like fun, no?

Chamberlain is like, FUCK that. “Bel is the traitor.” he announces, and beside him Bel goes “BRRRTT!!”

“This slippery-tongued devil tried to convince me to join him in his shenanigans.” Chamberlain explains without a hint of shame. That Bel Solomon, he has a way with words! But, oho, Chamberlain was narrowly able to side-step all his shifty advances! Can’t you all tell? Don’t be a victim like he was!

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The old man can run!

Orion sics the creature on Bel while the rest watch with frowny validation. Bel tries to quickly draw his gun, but Crown Prince John “Morgan” Freeman is quicker on the draw! Freeman shoots Bel in the shoulder, Bel shoots the Hell Demon. Bel starts running away, but Frowny White Pigtail Man (Cheveyo, “big magic” of the Endless Nation, Lunchables Enthusiast) revives the creature with some magic dust and it sprints off after Bel.

Bel calls for his ship using his fancy Year 2064 Apple Watch, but the demon grows pretty big and starts gaining on him. He tries to shoot the demon more, but now it’s too big and impervious to be greatly affected by the bullets.

Bel crashes through a window and starts falling from a few dozen stories high; his ship waits directly below. The demon spits out some ropey tendrils, which successfully nooses that fucker on his way down! But Bel shoots the tendril clean through and continues his fall straight to his ship.

He gets away.

Atop the giant Triforce Obelisk, Cheveyo comments to Chamberlain as they stare out the broken window that it was interesting that he let Bel get away. And Chamberlain simply says that he was unarmed…as everyone should have been at these meetings. Cheveyo asks if Chamberlain agrees that no one should be trusted among the Chosen. And Chamberlain, that sneaky bastard, tells him that no one should be trusted among the Chosen but Chamberlain. “Best you remember that.”

The old magic stays with you forever. If you have been marked, there is no erasing that stain.

All lies die in the desert.

That was just the intro?! Man, I’m already bushed! I already wrote, like, 1000 words!

So, in the desert (where all lies die, apparently), a robot hound scopes out the wreckage of Bel Solomon’s ship. The hound uses his torch-cutting powers to cut a square hole in the ship’s side. “I’m injured…and I need to see him.” Solomon says, injured, but in need of seeing someone! I’m great at these commentaries!

We’re hit with a flashback montage and some narration. “True as any true thing ever spoken, back then there was a saying: The only thing more corrupt than a politician was a judge.” The flashback montage shows a man, with his robot dog, racing in a ship toward a destroyed ranch-house of sorts. He discovers a woman, dead, hanging from a noose. There are many others hanging from nooses, but this particular woman is important to him! He cradles her body in his arms as he sits on his knees on the floor.

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Sounds like every American presidential election.

The politician/judge sidebar continues by saying that the two are essentially the same. “Both had long lost their souls. Both were totally corrupt. And both were always for sale… The judges were just cheaper.”

Next, we see another flashback scene of Bel Solomon THE LAWYER lawyering in the court like a real bonafide Law Boy! The judge floats above the courtroom on a hovering chair. He’s about a trillion pounds and he looks like he smells like all the poop that he can’t reach that’s still stuck to him every time he has to go shit in the toilet. Which is probably every seven minutes.

This judge announces that he dismissed the jury because he will be issuing his own verdict, as is customary for any trial where the prosecution has failed to make a case. BEL SOLOMON OBJECTS!

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I will not be silenced by Jabba the Hut!

The judge kindly reminds him that he should dollop his objections over a spiked club and then fuck himself with it (my words), but Solomon needs to make his peace! And here it is: the defendant, Phillip Hollingsworth, sucks! He sucks, Your Honor. When he was arrested, he had about nine murder weapons on him and he was covered in about a gallon of other peoples’ blood. So bite me, Judge. Bite my butt! How’s this for “failed to make a case”? *grabs dick*

Bel Solomon also must point out that the Hollingsworths are rich, and they paid for almost all of the judge’s re-election costs. So suck it. Sir.

“We have asked you repeatedly to recuse yourself, sir. With all the respect I can muster…we ask again.” Solomon concludes. And this hovering whale-sized tub of jizz is like “yeah, w/e, moving on…anyone else want to speak up before I finish this and go grab another lunch?”

And yes, someone does: the victim. The man in the flashback, the one who discovered his dead family. He asks for mercy. And then he yells for mercy. And then he screams for mercy. And then he starts wankin’ it for mercy! “Mercy from the corrupt so I can sleep at night.” he yells, among other things. The judge yells to have this man thrown out of his courtroom, then he swings his gavel down and declares the defendant NOT GUILTY!

And Mr. Victim, who is being hurried away by a pair of guards, is somehow able to grab one of their guns and shoot them both in their legs. He wastes no moment of hesitation to gut the fatass with a crater-sized hole.

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With that out of the way, judge, NOW it looks like you’re ready to have a conversation!

The judge drops to the floor with a monstrous THUMP!

“JUSTICE!” yells the guy who just shot up a courtroom. He walks over to the judge and removes his weird facemask thing, puts it on, and saunters over to Hollingsworth. The defendant cowers in horror. “Didn’t you hear – weren’t you listenin’ – I’m now a free man. Not. Guilty.” he stammers unconvincingly. “You say that like it’s supposed to matter.” says the victim, and he blows his head off.

Lots of people losing their heads in this comic book series! In more ways than one.

From that day forward, no more judges. No more juries. Just lawmen. Rangers. Chuck Norris style. Shoot ‘em up, yeehaw.

When the rangers had finished with the judges, they turned on the politicians. No thieves, no liars, and no whores were left alive. Amen.

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I don’t know, I always make sure I have it with my keys and wallet.

So Bel Solomon and this guy who shot the judge, they’re buddies now. The weird demon tendril is still wrapped around Solomon’s neck, at least what’s left of it. But it’s still moving! And Judge-Killer helps unravel the sucker and throw it into a fire.

Bel needs this guy’s help to assassinate every single one of the Chosen. Baldy Pointy Nose, Lenny Kravitz, and especially that shithead Chamberlain! “They’re working to bring about the end of the world. They are twisted…evil… I want justice without mercy.” Solomon croaks. And this Judge-Killer, this Ranger, he tells Solomon that the Rangers all hung up their stars because they finished the job they set out to do in the first place. Plus, if they kept at it, then they would become that which they hate. PLUS, he is apt to point out, Solomon is one of the Chosen too. Nitwit.

And Solomon doesn’t have much to defend. It’s like cutting out of work early! It gets easier every time you do it. Eventually, you do it so often that you become a shell of your former self. I guess the point Solomon tries to make here is that, fuck you dude, just kill these bastards. Aight?

And this still-unnamed judge-killing Ranger dude, he agrees to do it. He owes Bel Solomon a favor or two anyway, you know, for all that lawyerin’ and standing up to Judge Fatty and all that.

“I owe you. So I want to promise you somethin’… When the time comes… I’ll kill you last.”

Final Thoughts

Shit’s getting better and better! I feel like there’s a connection between the Rangers and the way Death carries himself. There’s a similar “fuck the judges and the juries, I’M the judge and the jury” vibe. I wonder if it’ll mean anything later. AH WELL, I’ll probably forget that I even thought about that in about three seconds. Bye.