Murder World #11
Everybody Fukkin Dies Limited Seres 3 of 4
100% guaranteed to be classy and not wierd.
Writer: Dennis Hopeless
Art: Riccardo Burchielli
So Arcade has decided to reform his rep by killing a bunch of teenagers with Murder World. This is, as near as I can tell, supposed to be a departure from his MO because it's a really big Murder World this time.
This issue tries hard to make Hazmat look like a coward for accepting her fate when it’s the end result of Marvel editorial acepting the fact that these kids will never be marketable A-listers. Except Reptil. Reptil is on TV so he’s pretty fucking safe.
I mean, it’s just whining and moral recrimination that doesn’t have any conflict except comic book characters yelling at each other about how they’re supposed to act in a way that furthers the story. And because that’s obviously a thin premise for a comic book, they have to physically assault the other person to make them listen because of course.
Pointless, boring, incredibly thin...obligatory. It feels obligatory.