I must be getting old or something.

While reading Deathstroke last night I started to get this “icky” feeling. Why was I reading this comic about a serial killer? Oh sure, you say “Wait up Ghostmann, Deathstroke is not a serial killer – he’s an ANTI-HERO. He’s a mercenary, only killing those who we gets paid to kill.” And I say to you, “yeah right, and Jeffery Dalmer was just a taxidermist.”

This comic is all about killing. It’s all about death and stroking it. It left with sour taste in my month and I was glad to be rid of it after reading the last page.

I guess I’m just getting old.

STORY: 2
ART: 3 and /2