flesh – Afterwards

So I have these comics…

This could take a while

To be almost exact I have about 2 and a half thousand of them. They date back to 1977, and I have every single issue Of the weekly copy of 2000ad.

Ever heard of Judge Dredd? Well it’s the one where you’ll find him.

I started reading when I was young and when I got the chance to buy all of the collection I did so about 18 years ago, and now I’ve continued to buy it every week.

But here is the thing, I’ve not actually read them all. So, I have decided that every single day as much as I can, I’m going to read 7 of them, and if I have any luck in about a year and a year I will have read every single one of them.

I realize it’s pretty ambitious and I’ll probably fall short but I think they deserve to be read again from the beginning so that is my intention.

Oh and when I read them my intention is to pop each one of them in a protective little bag and slot in a backboard and do my best to preserve them for as long as possible.

Actually I think that’s going to cost a bloody fortune. Oh well.

Prog 3 – 12th of March 1988

I have a fair collection of 2000AD progs. Okay by a fair amount I mean them all, or at least all of the weeklies at least going all the way back to 1977. I didn’t collect them all each week myself and will write more about my acquisition another time but for today I thought I would share Prog3. Why 3? Well because I wanted to keep 1 and 2, which featured Dredd for the first time, for another time.

I am no student of these things and cannot truly do justice to the history of this most wonderful work but what I am most happy to do is to share from the huge piles of them scattered around my home.

It was published on the 12th of March 1977 costing 8p, and the stories featured can be seen below. With a Colour front and back cover and double page middle spread it is still a thing of beauty to hold even today. It smells amazing too and has lasted so well for something forty years old. Sadly my copy doesn’t have the ‘Red Alert’ free gift but I don’t really mind, I collect them to read them and am less concerned with condition and such. Click on the pictures below to take a look.HARLEM HEROES

Featuring Pat Mills’ FLESH, INVASION, M.A.C.H. 1, John Wagner’s Dredd and DAN DARE from Frank Hampson it packed a real punch. Interesting, at this early stage there was no credit given with the now familiar credits to artist, writer and letterer only appearing in later progs.

Scamper – Daily Prompt

“BRAINS!” demanded Chuck, teeth gnashing and arms flailing as he thrashed to extricate him from the tangle of barbed wire around his legs and waist.

“Hey Chuck, do you remember when we young?” Brian asked, his mind a fog and a hunger in his belly that made him want to scream.

“BRAINS!” demanded Chuck, teeth gnashing and arms flailing as he thrashed to extricate him from the tangle of barbed wire around his legs and waist.

“You used to be really active you know” Brian continued, “You were always…what’s that word..?” He trailed off into silence, thinking was getting more difficult and the hunger was unbearable.

“BRAINS!” Chuck demanded again, more forcefully this time.

Chuck had no recollection of much other than the fact that he really wanted some brains right now. If he tried really hard to not think about eating brains there was occasionally a flicker of a different world, but it all seemed like a …like a…something, He didn’t really have the words anymore really, he was just so hungry.

“I’m trying to have a normal conversation with you mate!” Brian snapped. “I know this is all very upsetting but …” the words failed him again.

He looked down and noticed a rather large hole in his military fatigues, and an equally large one in his chest, crawling with flies. “You used to …oh what was that word now…” he said, looking across at his old friend. “You used to love to…”

Chuck had managed to get one of his legs free and celebrated with a rather hearty “BRAINS!”

For the briefest moment of moment Brian felt a clarity of thought and a million thoughts flashed through his mind. He remembered everything. The outbreak, the war, family , friends and so much more.

“Chuck” he said slowly, “I think we’re undead mate!” He felt his thoughts escaping him, like sand slipping through clutching fingers. The hunger was overpowering, he had to fight for every word. “I’ve remembered Chuck” he said excitedly, “I’ve remembered what you used to love to do!”

He looked over and noticed that Chuck had dragged himself free of the barbed wire, leaving much of his right lower leg behind. “BRAINS!” Chuck exclaimed joyfully.

“You used to…it was…you…we…” His voice trailed away, eyes glazing over and his head falling to one side.

“BRAINS!” was all he could muster.

Fancy something a little different? Try one of these maybe…

https://afterwards.blog/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/18/soil-an-armitage-tangent-daily-prompt/

https://afterwards.blog/2017/07/14/probing-a-cautionary-tale/

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