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I just moved, so got to read through much of my very odd comics collection. For some reason I have three complete sets of the original Frank Miller's Ronin (I have no idea if they're something to be desired). Ye gods, I have all thirty-two issues of both DP 7 and Psi Force, aka Pissy Force. They were awful in the nicest possible way, until Fabian Nicieza took over Pissy Force and sent the quintet of desperate, maladjusted, culturally diverse, paranormal teenagers off to fight commies in Afghanistan. Talk about missing the point. But DP 7 had a lot of heart. You really got the feeling Mark Gruenwald and Paul Ryan (who was the bomb, by the way) cared and were doing their best in an untenable situation. Yes, Jack, I bought The Draft and The War, too. I thought they were crap (they're even worse now), but wanted to support the line. Oh, to be so young, dumb and full of come!
Also notable: Wolfpack, the saga of another desperate and multicultural teenage quintent, this time in the South Bronx and members of a martial arts cult based on the teachings of the Lost Tribe of Israel. Their sensei was an old black man who learned this Jewish Qi Gong Fu Yoga duing his stint in the Navy before the WWII. What ever happened to Larry Hama? Also featuring a young Kyle Baker on inks.
And I get nostalgic for Wolverine, God help me. |
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