Ten months ago, I found a comic. I downloaded it on a whim; some fat shit on the internet (Who I love with all my heart) said it was one of the best things ever written. And you know what? It really fucking is.
A few scans in, the good ol’ DCP folks mentioned that the sales have been declining. “Hot crap!”, I said. “Why would people neglect such a great series? I am going to go buy an issue at my local neckbeard hoven tomorrow!”. I went, and I saw none. Sure, there was plenty of stuff Bendis wrote, or indie hipster comics that do so well in Rocketship, but no Exterminators. I tried hard to tell people about it. It’s amazing. It’s wonderful. But the funny thing is, by the time I started onto this fanatic campaign, it was already canceled.
What the hell? We don’t get many things this good in our lives. Well, actually, we do, but it goes by the wayside. We don’t notice. We’re all guilty of it, and no amount of bitching is going to bring the series back. But there is something we can do. When you see a “#1″ in the funny book shop, thumb through it. Ignore the poor fat bastard running the place and read it for as long as it takes for his patience to run out and for his large fat foot to reach your poor inquisitive ass. Every once in a while, you will like what you see. That’s when you buy it. When you buy it, go onto 4chan, Newsarama, CBR, and any other fanboy clubhouse on this interweb, and convince everyone you can that you have found a good thing.
Are you up for more laughs? I have not bought a single issue or TPB of The Exterminators. Funny. I kinda wish I have.
This isn’t a review. It’s a eulogy. And a reminder. From now on, I’m putting money to good things. Next up on the ‘to save’ list: The Boys.
See you all later, then.
This is very noticably rushed, but I can't complain. They gave us 30 good months worth of story, and that's much more than a lot of other comics could say.
