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There's actually two parts to this comic- in the first part, all the superheroes in the world are captured by this clown called the Grandmaster*, who forces them to fight each other to settle some asinine bet he has with the Grim Reaper. When this comic first came out they made a big show of the fact that every single superhero is in it, but don't get too excited- most of them just stand around a gigantic waiting room the whole time:
I like how all the black superheroes
naturally congregate together. The Grandmaster and the Grim Reaper only pick 12 heroes each for the fight, and for some reason instead of going with proven ass-kickers like, say, the Hulk, they mostly pick people like Defensor, the Collective Man, Talisman, Peregrine, Sabra, the Arabian Knight, and Shamrock. Even a lot of nerds are probably thinking "Who the fuck?", but these are some of my favorite superheroes, mainly because I could totally kick their collective asses with a cap gun and one hand tied behind my back. Plus no real heroes would show up at the last minute to rescue them, because nobody even knows who they are. Game and point, motherfuckers.
In all fairness, Shamrock is no joke. Check out that ass. Anyway, the Grandmaster wins the bet, but he gets punked, so he dies. That leads to part two, which is unbelievably retarded. Basically, a known bad guy who wants to bring the Grandmaster back to life tells a bunch of superheroes that the only way to help their dead friends is to commit suicide by drinking poison, so they do. What??? None of them thought that this was a bad idea, or that, I dunno, it might be a trick or something? Of course they all get better by the end of the story (when you're a superhero, dying is only slightly more inconvenient than locking your keys in the trunk), but that's still the single stupidest fucking thing I've ever read in a comic book, and when you stop to think about it that's saying a lot. I wonder if it was actually a cry for help or something? It's pretty sad when your writing is so goddamn bad that the only way it could be redeemed is if you like subsequently killed yourself. So in summary: the first part is pretty entertaining - I liked seeing a bunch of superheroes no one ever heard of beating the crap out of each other - but the preposterous malarkey in the second part is just too much to handle. Part 1 gets one thumb up, Part 2 gets one foot up the writer's ass. * The Grandmaster? What a pompous ass.
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