Bram Stoker’s Death Ship: The Last Voyage of the Demeter #1
It’s not often I sink my teeth into a tale of the macabre – will I bite off more than I can chew?
It’s not often I sink my teeth into a tale of the macabre – will I bite off more than I can chew?
It’s a three-for-all from IDW that evokes the classic sounds of Mr. Loaf as he reassured us that sometimes 66.67% just has to be good enough.
“In this issue, Hamlet begins his quest to ressurect his dead father. The only catch? He needs to kill a reclusive wizard named William Shakespeare to do so.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.
If all of the things I love start branching out into all of the media in which I partake, I will go very broke, very fast.
It’s a double dose of Mike Costa as I file a paternity suit against IDW for packing so much awesome into one week, I think they made me pregnant!
IDW’s Joe relaunch picks up some steam as one Joe dies for the second time in the past year. Seriously… some guys just aren’t fit for active duty.
Opposing factions aren’t created as a result of war, wars are started by opposing factions. Just because your war is over, Hot Rod, don’t assume those red and purple insignias have lost all meaning.
The infiltration of Cobra continues, and not everything may be as it seems. Who knows? We’re only on issue two!
Greetings from Indianapolis, where my gilfriend being at class means you get your reviews more-or-less on time.
I never thought I’d dig on a book starring Chuckles, but with the Hawaiian-shirted Joe absent for most of this ish, I actually missed him.
Garrus-9. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Isn’t that right, Fortress Maximus?
Sometimes fighting an evil terrorist organization means sailing a boat across the desert in a sandstorm; sometimes it means renting a Mustang and pretending to be a college student. If I were Flint, Mutt and Shipwreck? I’d be pissed.
Somewhere between expendable and KIA, the GI Joe team operates to face the threats the rest of the world doesn’t even want to know exist. Welcome aboard, Beach Head.
The tenacious yellow bot’s second issue is a drastic improvement over the first, but there are still some… ahem… bug’s to be worked out.
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria! Ok, there are no cats OR dogs in this issue, but we do get the Cybertronian equivalent here.
The countdown begins as a love triangle turns tragic, and I add the first recurring title to my pull list. WHAT WAS I THINKING!?
Stalker and Scarlett play house, Duke and Heavy Duty hang out with a couple of tools, and Snake Eyes and Hawk give a government liaison a hand.
IDW shows us the right way… and the wrong… to tell a Transformers story. It’s too bad shipping troubles may be causing spoilage for some fans.
Dixon and Atkins bring to print what is easily one of my favorite single issues of GI Joe, ever. Period. What made it so great? Read on, soldier!
I can’t help but hum some RHCP as I think back on this issue. “… sarcasm Mr Knowitall…”
Let’s never speak of this again. Oh… the things I do in the name of duty.
I still have a hard time accepting the fact that I’m enjoying a book about Chuckles…