Mild Mannered
When this font slips on a pair of ordinary, over-the-counter spectacles, applies a little hair gel and straightens its red, white and blue tie, it disappears amongst common mortals like you and I... ...
When this font slips on a pair of ordinary, over-the-counter spectacles, applies a little hair gel and straightens its red, white and blue tie, it disappears amongst common mortals like you and I... ...
Joe Canelli is a crooked cop working in a corrupt police force. Joe is haunted by nightmares of powerlessness. When his partner is brutally murdered and he's betrayed by his colleagues, it appears ...
The hands on the clock tick inexorably on... the numbers on the digital display roll inevitably toward zero... time is tight, the fuse is getting shorter and the beads of sweat on your forehead are ...
LOOK OUT! It's kinda creepy, we know, but we're convinced that this font does whatever a spider can -- in fact, we believe it can actually spin a web of pretty much any size, and even catch thieves ...
The lettering style of Lancashire's finest comic book artist, graphic novelist and NEMESIS deviant Bryan Talbot is finally at your beck and call thanks to the good graces of those awfully nice chaps ...
So y'think youse gonna whack me, huh? Y'think that font o' yours is packin' enough heat to finish me off? Huh? Is that what youse is thinkin'? Well go ahead, but if y'whack me then every two bit hood ...
Working on The Lab late one night, evil comic book genius Scott Christian Sava realized there was something missing from his graphic experiment! No, not slugs and snails or puppydogs' tails, nor ...
Those footsteps you hear as you walk down that dimly lit Victorian street...? That flapping of leathery wings in the air...? The howl of some kind of Wolf-man in the countryside...? Those sounds that ...
You've been shot down over enemy territory and you've managed to survive for weeks thanks to your training and instincts*... but now you're being ruthlessly pursued by MAPPO's footsoldiers... The ...
“In some way I was Mr Mamoulian, and someone else was writing and drawing this stuff. He kept sending me these pages. I had to sign my name and pass them off as my own. I had no choice. He was ...