Xtinction Agenda

Man, the strait waistcoat that folds over struggling breast, weighs tightly. Heavy, coarse-haired, inescapable, old when history was young, he binds wrists and spreads legs. He is a charnel house. What will remain from...

The peen of a hammer unsheathed crunches the unsuspecting sternum of child trafficker baddies. He climbs their bodies, bludgeoning bone. Somewhere in all this violence, innocence huddles, waiting. "Looks like a Chinese...

Red volcanic screams, blooming fire and sucking dust, once sought peace. To no avail. Peace instead inched its way into the world, a piteous burning whimper, a thin filament of care. "My heart's pounding."

Oh, Seymour, Crank file keeper, Reach through those thin missives. Oh, Seymour, Avatar emissary, Grasp the leather-bound truth. Oh, Seymour, You are A pimple Ready to burst. "You have two more pages to fill before you...

Whether on green, unbroken crests Or across the barreled boneyard, Love fetches and lifts. Keep your ear close to the face of the wave, Let its thunderous static surround you. "Two bricks coming up."

Faced with the threat of burning, crawling, infectious hatred, Of mothers clutching babies, popping thin skulls on cobblestone, Of last days in the third Cybertronian war, The second king quested and beguiled Ripped...

He asks you to ask questions about yourself, All the while imagining a scalpel-sharp blade Severing your horizontal fissure, Soft pink cubes soon soaked in v inegar For ten minutes or more, Before washed, salted and...

Red finger selects Desired object; The pressure of sex Bending mirrored love Like a stone on spandex, Swallowing all life Like dye in a vortex. "Time to win some hearts and minds!"

How cool is this comic? We didn't even talk about the costume re-design. The costume re-design was literally the least interesting thing about this comic. And that's not a slight. It's a cool re-design. A cool re-design...

Brain hemorrhaging cadaverine cephalopod stares, unblinking. Fearing crosshairs of world's grim end, it is released.

Like grease on your beard, greed flavours the rich man's every bite. He sniffs and snorts and rummages in greed, the rich man. Crawling, he seeks just one more thing to swallow and shit. Better to burn such a creature...

Within the predator, prey, survivor types fallen into the trash-strewn streets, guilt blossoms, a black flower with leather petals, seeding some simulacrum of restored hope and the promise of brutal revenge.

Bro is just like us, bro. Sure he's an Avenger, and an adventurer and a ladies man, but--bro--underneath all of that, bro is actually a Zen slacker screw up. So it's okay for bro to like him. I mean, look at bro's...

Smirking mini-van mother, self-aware, symbol of a fallen world, pockets the cash. Its getting so you can't even tell who the gangbangers are anymore. School yard bullies turn out to be lost, wounded princesses, needing...

Stubborn rubber ring bearing hand strokes the veiny shaft, milking the bull, oblivious as hot cream pulses neighing into grey bucket. He is reminded of her yellow teeth. And yet he drinks.