Red Hayes manages to bumblingly survive a full-on interstellar war and that most horrible of things that those of us with penises can imagine: having a parasite swim up it.
This series is fucking nuts.
I am excited to see where it goes, especially as this issue ends with Red sort of getting home, but sort of not. The next book, "Orange Planet Horror" hopefully will give some insight into the strange new world that Red returns unto.
It's rare, I think, to see a squishy outer space story. So many of them are very clean and clinical, so it's nice to run into a story where the aliens are every bit as gross as we are, and sometimes, most times, even more so. The last series I remember doing this organicness well was the reboot of Prophet from a few years back. Everything was food for everything else in that series, as far as I could tell. Futility isn't far from that either.
On to something new tomorrow, but we'll definitely return to the adventures of Red Hayes.
"Slimy tyrant! You thought to control me? A god!?"
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