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But DD,
Not only does that insult every American, and Captain America himself, but it could be used to spawn a roadtrip to discover... something. Seriously. Cap and whomever he's dating at the moment - Carter, Diamondback, Wilson - in a big-ass car that moves gas through it at something like two miles a gallon, getting into adventures, wandering the land, and generally being something between 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' and 'Pulp Fiction'. But with scaly-mail armored tights and the Sons of the Serpent or something. If it can't be written by Gore Vidal without fanboy's suiciding, have Dwayne McDuffie or Larry Hama write it so it'll be light enough to be digested by the average comics reader and go, go, go...!
EB say, above quoted by Findo, who's certainly lived up to his username in this thread:
The two obvious options -- a) Cap resigns, gets on his motorcycle and goes to find America...
And frankly, it'd've been quite nice, I suppose, and something that might have paralleled what I think the Gruenwald run had in it, in that way you do, but actually have no idea. Sounds a bit like the first 20 or so issues of Shade, the Changing Man to me, which isn't really a bad thing, but not necessarily apropos or modern.
As it stands, I officially hate pretty much the entire comics internet - at least 90% - as a result of slogging through what a million hermits who largely are not reading this comic think SHOULD be happening (not you, mate, but really: which stage of the Fallen Son-o-meter of grief are they generally at? Rage, I should think. But not the rage of a Wolverine, no. The rage of a Shut-In.) I process grief at the death of a fictional character fast as fuck, so.
It was a really awesome event, in the sense of surprising and shocking - one I fortunately avoided spoilers for, and unlike it's American hero predecessor, one which didn't fuckin spell it out on the cover - and it's just, yeah. Well done, you don't get that - that shotgun blast of "surely not?!" plot-twist - nearly enough from the superhero grind. Really resonant, too, in a way that's not chiselled particularly obviously. Loved it.
(Of course I reserve the right to deny any of this if Ed 'fakeout' Brubaker goes for the undisputed title of Champion Death Faker with three on the board - I'm counting Darwin - already in his short Marvel career.) |
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