"His monstrous steed snatched me up in its jaws, its teeth, each as long and sharp as my sword, squeezed about my middle so hard I was afraid I'd be squeezed in two. Gallons of its saliva, hot like boiling water, splashed against my skin, and I thought I'd drown in the scent of its foul breath. That's when I saw him astride its back...a giant, man-like monster made of stitched together corpses. In his left hand he held a sword, with which he had just lopped the head off of my own steed, drawing an arc of viscous red gore that hit the ground with a wet slap."Well, good night kids. Sweet dreams."
(Images from Final Crisis #7 written by Grant Morrison, penciled by Doug Mahnke and inked by every artists in the 10019 zip code)
4 comments:
Now that was hilarious.
And also more clear storytelling than anything we saw in FC.
And yet, she'd STILL be a better babysitter than Hal Jordan.
Whatever happened to that guy who wrote We3?
Don't forget the part where the teller of this story was evil
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