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Looking for some people withg a blog or podcast or whatever to review issue 1 of SENTINEL.

Please reply here or PMme - either works!

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2020/01/billys-boots-volume-one.html

 Hello lovelies. Here is the Kickstarter page to back the new comic SENTINEL by Myself and artist Ed Doyle. It's similar to the old Starblazer and Commando comics with this issue being a complete Sci Fi story "Special Delivery".

The next issue is planned to be a horror themed story that will bring back fond memories of MISTY comic if we do it right.

A basic copy is £5 posted in UK, and there is also a limited cover being done by top art driod Steven Austin. Both covers can also be had as limited prints for a bit more cash.

Top offer is the chance to put yourself (or a friend) IN the comic, as we have three characters that can be drawn around any person's likeness. Do this and you get everything we have PLUS a hand drawn portrait of your character.

As it's on Kickstarter you have to create an account if you don't have one. You pledge the amount you're comfortable with for the product you fancy, and you ONLY get charged if we meet our £700 goal.

We're not in this to make a load of money, but because we love comics and wanted to make our own, original series.

Please SHARE this and let's get this made. Thanks XX

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/sentinelcomic/sentinel-the-new-sci-fi-fantasy-and-horror-digest?ref=project_build#

Hi all. Just read Issues 1 - 3 of this self published doodah, so here's my honest review (I liked it!)

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/10/edge-of-extinction-issues-1-3-comic.html

Here's a treat for anyone who enjoys 1970s British comics! Steve "Tharg" MacManus' new novel, set in the publishing offices of Goodenough Publications. Well worth a read

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/10/the-sheerglam-conspiracy-by-stave.html

I was so looking forward to this, and quite enjoyed it but there was a lot of mess. The huge deviations from the comic hurt it a lot, I feel.

Excellent casting, some great moments, but overall it tried too hard and was too weird.

6/10

Even better than the first!

Go buy it

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/07/technofreak-issue-2-review.html

I'm writing an article on 2000AD fanzines, naturally concentrating on Zarjaz, Dogbreath and Sector 13 but am wondering if there is any online resource for older ones, as I never read them in the past.

Or if anyone here was involved in a now defunct fanzine and would be up for a short email interview that would be wonderful.

Or... anything people think might be relevant and interesting

BCB

Scrotnig etc

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/07/dogbreath-issue-36-review.html

Out next week, whet your appetite with this review from me!

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/06/zarjaz-issue-34.html

Excellent collection!

Here's my review:

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/06/roy-of-rovers-50s-collected-edition.html

here is my full, honest review of the latest issue of Sector 13, the Belfast based 2000AD fanzine. https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/05/sector-13-issue-5-2000ad-fanzine.html

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/03/fran-of-floods-graphic-novel-review.html

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2019/03/fran-of-floods-graphic-novel-review.html

A cracking read from the Williams and Willsher droids.

made an old fan very hapopy

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2018/12/roy-of-rovers-kick-off-graphic-novel.html

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-great-big-comicscene-annual-2019.html

Here's a review of the forthcoming Turbo Jones collection:

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2018/12/turbo-jones-collected-edition.html

Hi guys' here's my review of the Turbo Jones collection, out Jan 10th.

https://cool-stuff-you-will-like.blogspot.com/2018/12/turbo-jones-collected-edition.html

[Pepper's Ghost]

As per usual, vote for your TOP THREE!

the winner will get a 2000AD graphic novel courtesy of Rebellion!

Cheers

BCB

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EAMONN CLARKE

Pepper's Ghost

The boy looked spooked by the holding cell as Crain walked in with the social worker.

"Toady, Judge Crain wants to ask you some questions. Like we talked about."

"OK." The juve looked anything but OK to Crain.

"Alright, Toady," he began "tell me what happened to your friends."

"He killed them, and he wants to kill me. He's after me too."

"Who?"

"The Boogieman."

"The Boogieman??"

"See I told you he wouldn't believe. Nobody believes me!" The boy was near to tears.

"Be calm. Tell me what you saw."

"Go on, Toady. Tell him."

The boy dropped his head, "Me and Chip and Bailey, we went round old Pepper's place. We didn't mean any harm, we was going to prank him, that's all. He gets real mad when we ring and run."

"Is that what you did tonight, ring and run?"

The boy sniffed, "Didn't have time to run. He was waiting for us, opened the door straight away and there he was."

"Citizen Pepper?"

"Looked like him but the face was wrong, like someone was wearing it as a mask. Wasn't Pepper, was the Boogieman." The boy sniffed and wiped at his face with his sleeve, "He lifted Chip and Bailey off their feet like they was nothing and yelled at me."

The boy was shaking with silent sobs.

"What did he say?"

"He ... said he'd been watching me, watching from my closet in my room, and he ... he ... he asked if Mom was still putting the plastic under-sheet on my bed. No one knows about that. It was only a few weeks, after Dad left, no one knows that ... no one except the Boogieman."

Toady tried to pull himself together as he dragged another silver smear across his sleeve, "Then he pulled them inside and slammed the door. Heard 'em screaming as I ran. The Boogieman took my friends and I ran. Ran and hid like a baby."

"We searched the hab and didn't find Chip or Bailey. We found Pepper's body though, looks like natural causes. No sign of your friends."

"No Boogieman?"

"There is no Boogieman, Toady. Your friends are missing, and we've got a body, but that's it. Just another night in the block."

"He knew stuff about me. Wasn't Pepper, it was the Boogieman."

The social worker put her arm round the sobbing child and spoke to Crain.

"He needs a break now, Judge. You can question him later." Without waiting for an answer she led Toady from the room.

"You'll be ok now. The Judge will find your friends, you'll see."

"He won't" sobbed the boy. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I left my bag, I won't be a minute."

She strode back to the door and walked straight in.

"Judge ..."

The Boogieman held the Crain skin mask in one dripping hand. As he turned towards her the ragged hole in his face twisted into a ghastly parody of a smile which then spoke wetly,

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NAPALM KEV

The Excavation.


PSI Judge May pulled into the underground parking lot of the 'Donald Trump Civic Centre' and ghosted slowly toward the senior duty judge. It was Mullet.

"How you doing, Mullet? She asked, dismounting her Lawmaster.

"No time for pleasantry, May. We've got a real problem here." He gestured towards a hole in the ground and the ten dead bodies that lay around it. "Poor Drokkers, found something in that hole. At least that's what we're assuming." Mulllet scratched his chin. "No signs of radiation poisoning. No visible signs of injury. That's why we called you PSI guys in."

"Guys? As in plural?" As soon as the question left her mouth she heard two voices in her head. May turned around "Janus, Patel. Good to see you." May half-lied. Patel was ok but Janus was a massive Drokking headache. This thought was kept well hidden.

"Greetings, Judge May." Patel almost shouted. "Forgive me. My ears are blocked"

"Hey, May. Woah, I'm like totally a poet and didn't kn-" Janus began coughing violently.

May closed her eyes and rubbed them gently. They were starting to ache. Jovus wept!' She thought to herself, 'The three wise PSI's; See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil'. "Ok, let's go."

The Judges walked toward the hole, stopping well short of where the dead lay. About 35 metres Mullet reckoned. May in the middle with Patel to her right and Janus to her left. They joined hands...

...walking a path made of broken bones through a forest of burning trees they finally came upon a clearing. In the middle was a withered corpse sat on a throne of black stone. Eyes, ears and mouth all sewn shut.

"Drokk me. This is some wholly weird Stomm! What do you thi-" Janus began coughing again.

"Patel. Are you getting anything from that thing? Janus are you ok?" The light was starting to fade and May's eyes were throbbing. How did we bring our afflictions into the psychic realm?' she thought.

"H-help...me....Like.." Janus coughed her tongue onto the floor. "Uh-Hhn-Uhh..." She fell to the floor unconscious.

"Patel, give me a hand...Patel. PATEL!" she prodded him on the shoulder. Nothing. And then a voice spoke.

"Ahhhh, too long have I been unable to speak. Too long denied the pleasures of Earthly creatures."

May looked in horror at the corpse on the throne. The stitches were gone from his mouth and ears and he was moving as he spoke. Gesturing, as if to a crowd of loyal followers. May decided to cut and run. Escape this nightmare realm and find out what the drokk is going on.

"Nooo! You are not going anywhere!"

May froze and then turned to face the corpse. She could do little else. The world grew dark around her until all that was left was the corpse on the throne.

"You came to see the sights and you found me. But if you look really closely...You will see that I am not really here!"

May stared into the darkness.

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THE LEGENDARY SHARK

Mother

"Justice Department," Dredd barked into the darkened hab, "out, nice an' slow."

Muzzles flared in the shadows, panicky and wild. Dredd's Lawgiver spat twice, standard execution rounds sent instinctively towards the flashes. Two bodies thumped unseen to the floor, cries of pain loud but truncated. A third burst of fire strobed the room and Dredd felt bullets tearing into his back. As he fell, nerves suddenly useless, he fired two heatseekers behind him and heard another body hit the carpeted floor. He tried to speak into his helmet mike but his throat felt cold and dead. His consciousness faded, sucked into a deepening eddy between his eyes, and a female voice promising backup grew tinny and faint. He knew it would end like this, some no-mark creep with a lucky shot. He didn't regret it.

"Easy."

Dredd tried to move but his body was cold and inert. Ink cleared from his vision and the face of a middle-aged blonde woman smiled down at him.

"Who the Hell are you?"

The face breezed into a severe but honest smile. "Carla, I'm your mother."

Dredd scowled, the icy numbness holding him fast. "I got no, mother, Citizen, cut the stomm and..."

She brought a gentle hand to his cheek. Her touch the only warmth in the Universe. "Well, technically, that's true," she said through a frown, ceding an annoying detail. "I'm one of your mothers, anyway. I was the one who edited your genome, polished out the flaws and cemented the strengths."

Dredd scowled and took in what little he could. All about was infinite darkness, the only reality his own inert body cradled in this woman's lap. One of her hands was on his cheek, the other... He grunted. Her other hand was inside his chest, a tiny warmth in an ocean of ice, cradling his heart. "What are you doing?"

She opened her mouth to speak but glanced up suddenly. She smiled. "They're here," she said. She bent and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Goodbye, Son. I was always proud of you." Dredd's lips twitched and the darkness intensified until nothing, absolutely nothing, remained.

"Easy."

The Med-Tech pushed on Dredd's chest. "Speed-heal's still got a lot of delicate work to do. You'll be down four or five hours, yet." He looked at a monitor detailing the speed-heal's progress and shook his head. "Incredible," he said. "You should be dead."

"The woman?" Dredd said, his throat still cold and dry.

"Month dead," a familiar female voice said.

Dredd strained to see Anderson leaning in the doorway. "Natural causes, week shy of her hundred and thirtieth birthday. Perps you executed looked to be taking advantage."

Dredd grunted. "Who was she?"

"Carla Estevez," Anderson said, "retired genetic technician. Used to work for Med Division, back in the day."

"I know what you did."

She rested a hand against her chest and raised her eyebrows. "Me? All I did was shout at Control until the med-unit arrived. Thought you'd bought it for sure this time."

Dredd scowled.

"Well," the Med-Tech said, "he should have. I guess it's true what they say, Dredd, you're one tough old mother."

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BCB

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