March 9, 2012 1 Comment
Once upon a time, I wrote a comic book. It’s true. I invented a character, gave him an origin, gave him a villain, and had him fight that villain. He wasn’t particularly interesting or original – hell, I pretty much ripped off a story my brother had written a few weeks before – but in my defense, I was 10. Over the next year or so, I wrote and drew several other comics with this character, but I always started a story arc without completing it or following up on anything else I had written. No one really cared about the comic since it was sub-par at best and filled with characters that had little beyond a name, a costume, and a power set, but I loved it so I kept cranking them out whenever I was bored.
In a completely unrelated story, Rob Liefeld is bringing back Youngblood.