For some readers, drama is a spice, whose judicious use renders savory a solid meal of a well-done slab of plot with a healthy side of characters. But if you're a reader of STARMAN....
Drama's a drug, baby, and you mainline it, you snort that smack right up the nose. Who cares about getting three square storylines a day, I got my high-qual drama fix, man, and this ain't that cheap Wolfman crap you find on Titan Street that's been stepped on 10 times and strung out over 24 issues, this is the pure Starman stuff, and you can't handle much more than a panel at a time.
Hooded, robed masterminds directly menacing you through the fourth wall!
And Minion Injunctions so high-octane you just ... can't read them... without SHOUTING!
"THOUGHT-ROBOTS! SEIZE HIM!"
My birthday's July 20, folks, and I only want three things:
- A purple floor-length tunic with matching hood ensemble.
- A standing sarcophagus (with squeaky hinges), size 42 short.
- Thought-Robots ... at least six of them.