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Havok & Wolverine: Meltdown # 1-4, covers by John J. Muth, collected by bigredrobot. This miniseries is a favorite, not just because it’s a clinic in how a four-issue mini is done, but because it was an epic journey to get all four issues. I think I got the first issue when I was ten or eleven, in New Jersey. That first issue climax was shell-shocking to me, and this scene in the Mexican graveyard one of the best couple of pages I can remember. Getting the other three was a task that took a couple of years. I can’t remember in what order I got them, but it was not consecutive, and none of them in the same place. One was in a back-issue bin in Plattsburgh, NY, another in Connecticut after we moved, and one in some store in Manhattan. I forget which one, but I feel like it was one near where the Intrepid is docked, on one of our numerous trips to the gunship because my brother was really into that stuff.  At home, where these issues are in some box in my closet, I remember being very pissed at our dog after he took a bite out of a few of the issues. I don’t think I got the complete set until I was at least thirteen or fourteen. This series is so odd, which considering the Simonsons that is not unusual. The cliffhangers and plot points were executed in odd places and they were so sharp that reading every page in this series was like one cliffhanger after another, one charismatic moment after another. I fondly remember the first issue opening on a bar fight after a local calls Wolverine’s mother a puta, the garrish scene when Wolverine’s skin is seared off by a blast, exposing only his Adamantium bone, and then the climactic fight at Chernobyl. The work of Muth and Williams made this an unorthodox book, and you’re not likely to see a risky mini-series like this anymore; they don’t take that chance. Havok & Wolverine: Meltdown # 1-4, covers by John J. Muth, collected by bigredrobot. This miniseries is a favorite, not just because it’s a clinic in how a four-issue mini is done, but because it was an epic journey to get all four issues. I think I got the first issue when I was ten or eleven, in New Jersey. That first issue climax was shell-shocking to me, and this scene in the Mexican graveyard one of the best couple of pages I can remember. Getting the other three was a task that took a couple of years. I can’t remember in what order I got them, but it was not consecutive, and none of them in the same place. One was in a back-issue bin in Plattsburgh, NY, another in Connecticut after we moved, and one in some store in Manhattan. I forget which one, but I feel like it was one near where the Intrepid is docked, on one of our numerous trips to the gunship because my brother was really into that stuff.  At home, where these issues are in some box in my closet, I remember being very pissed at our dog after he took a bite out of a few of the issues. I don’t think I got the complete set until I was at least thirteen or fourteen. This series is so odd, which considering the Simonsons that is not unusual. The cliffhangers and plot points were executed in odd places and they were so sharp that reading every page in this series was like one cliffhanger after another, one charismatic moment after another. I fondly remember the first issue opening on a bar fight after a local calls Wolverine’s mother a puta, the garrish scene when Wolverine’s skin is seared off by a blast, exposing only his Adamantium bone, and then the climactic fight at Chernobyl. The work of Muth and Williams made this an unorthodox book, and you’re not likely to see a risky mini-series like this anymore; they don’t take that chance. Havok & Wolverine: Meltdown # 1-4, covers by John J. Muth, collected by bigredrobot. This miniseries is a favorite, not just because it’s a clinic in how a four-issue mini is done, but because it was an epic journey to get all four issues. I think I got the first issue when I was ten or eleven, in New Jersey. That first issue climax was shell-shocking to me, and this scene in the Mexican graveyard one of the best couple of pages I can remember. Getting the other three was a task that took a couple of years. I can’t remember in what order I got them, but it was not consecutive, and none of them in the same place. One was in a back-issue bin in Plattsburgh, NY, another in Connecticut after we moved, and one in some store in Manhattan. I forget which one, but I feel like it was one near where the Intrepid is docked, on one of our numerous trips to the gunship because my brother was really into that stuff.  At home, where these issues are in some box in my closet, I remember being very pissed at our dog after he took a bite out of a few of the issues. I don’t think I got the complete set until I was at least thirteen or fourteen. This series is so odd, which considering the Simonsons that is not unusual. The cliffhangers and plot points were executed in odd places and they were so sharp that reading every page in this series was like one cliffhanger after another, one charismatic moment after another. I fondly remember the first issue opening on a bar fight after a local calls Wolverine’s mother a puta, the garrish scene when Wolverine’s skin is seared off by a blast, exposing only his Adamantium bone, and then the climactic fight at Chernobyl. The work of Muth and Williams made this an unorthodox book, and you’re not likely to see a risky mini-series like this anymore; they don’t take that chance. Havok & Wolverine: Meltdown # 1-4, covers by John J. Muth, collected by bigredrobot. This miniseries is a favorite, not just because it’s a clinic in how a four-issue mini is done, but because it was an epic journey to get all four issues. I think I got the first issue when I was ten or eleven, in New Jersey. That first issue climax was shell-shocking to me, and this scene in the Mexican graveyard one of the best couple of pages I can remember. Getting the other three was a task that took a couple of years. I can’t remember in what order I got them, but it was not consecutive, and none of them in the same place. One was in a back-issue bin in Plattsburgh, NY, another in Connecticut after we moved, and one in some store in Manhattan. I forget which one, but I feel like it was one near where the Intrepid is docked, on one of our numerous trips to the gunship because my brother was really into that stuff.  At home, where these issues are in some box in my closet, I remember being very pissed at our dog after he took a bite out of a few of the issues. I don’t think I got the complete set until I was at least thirteen or fourteen. This series is so odd, which considering the Simonsons that is not unusual. The cliffhangers and plot points were executed in odd places and they were so sharp that reading every page in this series was like one cliffhanger after another, one charismatic moment after another. I fondly remember the first issue opening on a bar fight after a local calls Wolverine’s mother a puta, the garrish scene when Wolverine’s skin is seared off by a blast, exposing only his Adamantium bone, and then the climactic fight at Chernobyl. The work of Muth and Williams made this an unorthodox book, and you’re not likely to see a risky mini-series like this anymore; they don’t take that chance.

Havok & Wolverine: Meltdown # 1-4, covers by John J. Muth, collected by bigredrobot. This miniseries is a favorite, not just because it’s a clinic in how a four-issue mini is done, but because it was an epic journey to get all four issues.

I think I got the first issue when I was ten or eleven, in New Jersey. That first issue climax was shell-shocking to me, and this scene in the Mexican graveyard one of the best couple of pages I can remember.

Getting the other three was a task that took a couple of years. I can’t remember in what order I got them, but it was not consecutive, and none of them in the same place. One was in a back-issue bin in Plattsburgh, NY, another in Connecticut after we moved, and one in some store in Manhattan. I forget which one, but I feel like it was one near where the Intrepid is docked, on one of our numerous trips to the gunship because my brother was really into that stuff. 

At home, where these issues are in some box in my closet, I remember being very pissed at our dog after he took a bite out of a few of the issues. I don’t think I got the complete set until I was at least thirteen or fourteen.

This series is so odd, which considering the Simonsons that is not unusual. The cliffhangers and plot points were executed in odd places and they were so sharp that reading every page in this series was like one cliffhanger after another, one charismatic moment after another. I fondly remember the first issue opening on a bar fight after a local calls Wolverine’s mother a puta, the garrish scene when Wolverine’s skin is seared off by a blast, exposing only his Adamantium bone, and then the climactic fight at Chernobyl. The work of Muth and Williams made this an unorthodox book, and you’re not likely to see a risky mini-series like this anymore; they don’t take that chance.

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