Talkin That Shit

“Though known to all the world as H.A.R.M. his close friends called him Chuck. Born Charles Sweeney in Cleveland, 1946, he had one childish dream: He wanted to weigh fifteen hundred pounds with ground-to-air bazookas in his shoulders.

That dream came true, but now it’s over. Chuck has been recalled by that eternal quality control, where all one day be tested!

Thou knowest, Gort, our hidden files. Accept the wreckage of thy servant H.A.R.M., that he may be alloyed with thee…

Keep him safe in thy divine encryption systems… that he may be at peace within thy glorious downtime.”

This is from one of my favorite scenes in the new release of “Alan Moore’s Complete WildC.A.T.s”. This collection contains WildC.A.T.s Volume I 21-34 and a short story from issue 50. I had no prior knowledge of the series prior to picking this up and only did so due to being a fan of Moore’s older groundbreaking works such as The Killing Joke, Watchmen, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, V for Vendetta.

Wizard Magazine says:

“What’s not to like? You’ve got Alan Moore writing, some of the most amzing artists in the business, betraal, revelations, reunions, love, sex and a dual-locale storyline that culminates in a huge battle between superheroes and villians. Moore picked up existing characters, added his own, put them through their trials by fire and left everyone changed-for better and worse. Putting a personal stamp on a comic like that seems a rarity in comics these days.”

and dammit I agree.