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Urgh. Spider-Clones, Carnage's kids, IT'S A FUCKING SPIDER-PLAGUE! GET THE MORTEIN!
Marvel-time is weird. D.C. started again from scratch with a new continuity when Frederick Wertham killed horror comics, and they needed to publish something reletively innocuous, but Marvel pretty much incorperated the old Timely characters from the start, with Captain America in the Avengers, and Namor in Fantastic Four. So this means the time that Namor was amnesiac, and Cap was frozen in a glacier, keeps stretching. Also, characters with ties to definite real world events keep having to be retconned or show their age, like Tony Stark's war keeps changing, but the Punisher is either gonna have to become a Gulf War vet, or start wearing adult diapers soon. And Nick Fury showing up as an older man in charge of a spy organisation in the sixties, after fighting in WW2 wasn't much of a stretch, but by the eighties they had to write in that "Infinity Formula" angle. Ha, and what about Dum Dum Duggan? How fucking old is he, anyway? Just how many people is Fury supposed to have shared his rare life-prolonging elixer with, anyway? We're supposed to believe the guy who was extorting him with the stuff for all those years supplied enough to keep the entire Howling Commandoes young enough to be a combat unit into the next century? And now Fury's body is manufacturing the drug itself, like Hourman and his son. Yeah, y'know, I wish I'd used enough beer and pot in the eighties to be able to get drunk and stoned at will, because I sure as fuck can't afford it now...
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Oh, Squirrel Girl, you're the only one who understands me... |
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