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News / Re: SFX COMIC HEROES - FREE 2000AD MAGNETS
« on: 18 February, 2010, 08:03:46 pm »
Oh, and it's not going to be about the Cursed Earth - it'll be about the Apocalypse War ...

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Help! / Re: Dave Gibbons' pre-2000 AD work
« on: 18 February, 2010, 07:29:17 pm »
dont have any of his professional work, though im sure i have some fanzine bits and pieces that predate 2000ad if thats any help?

Anything and everything welcome, Leigh!

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Help! / Re: Dave Gibbons' pre-2000 AD work
« on: 18 February, 2010, 06:28:51 pm »
Thanks guys, a massive help - especially that scan of Iron Legion!

FYI, according to Chris Weston, Dave's first strip was "The Wriggling Wrecker" in Wizard, 20 July to 21 December 1974 and his last published pre-2000 AD work was 24 Dec 1977. Though there was a Spring Heeled Jack in the '78 Hotspur annual.

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Help! / Re: Dave Gibbons' pre-2000 AD work
« on: 17 February, 2010, 12:06:04 am »
It does indeed, mate - cheers!

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Help! / Re: Dave Gibbons' pre-2000 AD work
« on: 17 February, 2010, 12:03:57 am »
He drew for Doctor Who magazine too.

I know. Kinda hoping someone will have the first page of his Iron Legion story from issue one of DWM, which I remembered really vividly from when I was a kid.

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Help! / Dave Gibbons' pre-2000 AD work
« on: 16 February, 2010, 11:41:19 pm »
Wow, look at me - two posts in a year! Blimey!

Am hoping someone can give me a little image help.

I'm on the hunt for images of Dave Gibbons' pre-2000 AD work...

I've drawn a blank so far - particularly on images from Powerman (Gibbons ones, not the ones Brian Bolland has posted on his website) and Hotspur - so wondered if anyone had original copies or original artwork they wouldn't mind scanning?

Cheers

Molcher

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Help! / Re: Wagner on Dredd Q
« on: 14 February, 2010, 02:50:38 pm »
You, gentlemen, are aces :D

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Help! / Wagner on Dredd Q
« on: 14 February, 2010, 11:55:37 am »
Hope someone can help with an urgent question:

Anyone remember when Wagner stopped writing Dredd in the '90s and when he started again?! :S

Cheers

Molcher

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General / Re: 2000AD Nov/Dec Art Comp: Location, Location, Location
« on: 16 December, 2009, 06:45:21 pm »
Cheers for the kind words, fellas.

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General / Re: 2000AD Nov/Dec Art Comp: Location, Location, Location
« on: 13 December, 2009, 02:04:00 pm »
A chill blows through the Land of the Young. In the great round hall, one of Slaine's indentured concubines shivers against the cold while his high priest prepares a blood sacrifice, praying for portents of his monarch's return. The throne stands empty, awaiting its true occupant, who is on yet another quest.

The hall echoes with silence. Tir Nan Og awaits the one whom the goddess has chosen...

This is The Hall of the Absent King


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General / Re: Rampots
« on: 17 November, 2009, 07:13:15 pm »
:)


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General / Re: It is incredibly important that we resolve this.
« on: 16 November, 2009, 07:03:07 pm »
Molcher - that looks great! Is this back at the drawing table or something old?

-pj

Summat old, mate. About four years old now ... geez, where's the time gone?!

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General / Re: It is incredibly important that we resolve this.
« on: 15 November, 2009, 11:03:37 pm »
I dunno, I hated all that 'let the dead fluids flow' crap ... he's an evil spirit and that's that ...







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Books & Comics / Re: Finally ... THE END IS NIGH #4
« on: 15 November, 2009, 02:32:59 pm »
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www.endisnigh.co.uk

GET IT - BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!!

15

It is raining on Pwuc.

It always rains on Pwuc now.

The catsblood bubbles acid in my belly and my shivering makes my helmet tink, tink, tink against the collar of my armour.
Mud oozes into my boots and a wagon splashes the side of the checkpoint. I would stand inside, but there are more holes in the roof than there are in my boots so it’s probably drier to stand out here. Lazfences fizzle as the rain hits them; it never stops now. Pwuc used to be dry as a bone, the only liquid for miles was the catsblood, but the skybursts saw to that: smoke ‘em out, ruin the crops. It was just politispeak - pure pazzle. It just made it rain, and rain, and rain.
Even here, even here they hate us now. “Pwuc hoi chaluck.” They spit that at us when we drive past. They used to wave little red flags, but one of those’ll earn you a quarter in the pits, so they just say it now: “Pwuc hoi chaluck”… I don’t even know what it means, but their eyes are full of hate so it’s probably something hateful.
They stare at you. Stare at you like they’re trying to will you away; tear-less eyes full of burning. It’s the butt-end of nowhere but Pwuc rose up, rose up like a corpse to bite us when we weren’t looking.
So now I stand here and have to watch them tramp in and then watch them tramp out, as they glare at me. No-one’s allowed in the liftport after dark - last week alone a spinebomb took out fifty guardsmen. The slazer rifle guard digs into my hands and the catsblood in my belly makes me want to vomit.
A woman and her child squelch past me. Eyes burn from under hoods. The child is so very young but you can tell she’ll be beautiful when she’s older. But her eyes…
Big, big sad eyes. Beautiful.
I met a beautiful girl at the bar once. Eyes. Eyes full of sad, these… great oceans of aching. Like they’d seen too much, been too far.
She told me her name and I thought she said it was ‘Hello’. I laughed and she told me I was a shmoo, threw catsblood on me. I never saw her again.

“Pwuc hoi chaluck!”

Even as I turn I know it was the mother, but all I really see are those big eyes. Burning out of the hood like stars. Willing me to go away. Willing me to leave them alone, leave them all alone. I don’t see the grenade. I hear the shots, but those eyes don’t even blink.

“Pwuc hoi chaluck!”

I met a beautiful girl at the bar once. Her eyes were sad. Not dead.

Not like the little girl.

It always rains on Pwuc now. For once, it makes those lifeless eyes look like they’re crying.

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