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Fantastic Four #52, 'cause
(a)It introduced the Black Panther by having him kick the FF's collective ass, single-handedly.
(b)It was one of the first comics I ever bought.
(c)It has an Indian character who doesn't spend the whole issue wearing a headdress and doing a cod holyman spiel.
(d)It made me fall in love with the Lee/Kirby FF and introduced me to, well, both of them.
(e)I still want a technojungle of my very own.
(f) It was a long, long time before Panther would get to do anything other than wear kitty tights and punch people. Gas-emitting claws and spiking the heroes' drinks is so, so far cooler than donning ceremonial kitty tights and trying to punch out, y'know, Ultron or somebody. Not that actually trying to stop Ultron just by hitting him with your more-or-less humany-human fists isn't kinda badass all on its own.
My copy is so horribly bent, folded, mutilated, and otherwise fucked at this point that it is probably entirely worthless on a monetary level. I love it even more for that, 'cause comics that show signs of use warm my heart far more than uber-mint air-tight-sealed wall-mounted collector's items. |
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