I'm sad this isn't an actual Planetary Guide.
Planetary #24 (March 2006)
By Warren Ellis, John Cassaday, Laura DePuy Martin, and Richard Starkings
Cover by John Cassaday
Edited by Scott Dunbier
Hopefully every issue of Elijah Stone's Planetary Guide doesn't come off as America-centric. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I'm going to assume that every cover highlighted the part of the planet where the best secrets and mysteries for that month were discovered. Here, Elijah Snow probably covers a bunch of pyramids and ancient mounds of humanoid construction found in North, Central, and South America which predate the scientifically-accepted time of human migration to the Western continents. Or maybe it's just about Bigfoot and Mexican Bigfoot and Chilean Bigfoot. Or maybe Elijah Snow, being an American, is a fucking narcissist who can't see the planet from any other angle than the one chosen on the cover? Why should I fight his public relations battles for him?! If you think he's an arrogant asshole, what do I fucking care?! It's not like defending him by making up a bunch of possible excuses is going to win me a Marvel No-Prize! Especially since this is a Wildstorm comic book!
Look, I realize the Planetary logo always fucking shows the Western Hemisphere so, you know, fuck it. Why did I even bring it up?! We get it. Planetary gives less of a fuck about Europe, Asia, and Australia. And probably South America, too, except it's lucky enough to be photobombing North America in most shots of the Earth. Also, Planetary very much cares about Antarctica. Don't think I just forgot about that giant ice-covered alien ship converted into a Planetary trophy room and alien storage locker.
By Warren Ellis, John Cassaday, Laura DePuy Martin, and Richard Starkings
Cover by John Cassaday
Edited by Scott Dunbier
Hopefully every issue of Elijah Stone's Planetary Guide doesn't come off as America-centric. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I'm going to assume that every cover highlighted the part of the planet where the best secrets and mysteries for that month were discovered. Here, Elijah Snow probably covers a bunch of pyramids and ancient mounds of humanoid construction found in North, Central, and South America which predate the scientifically-accepted time of human migration to the Western continents. Or maybe it's just about Bigfoot and Mexican Bigfoot and Chilean Bigfoot. Or maybe Elijah Snow, being an American, is a fucking narcissist who can't see the planet from any other angle than the one chosen on the cover? Why should I fight his public relations battles for him?! If you think he's an arrogant asshole, what do I fucking care?! It's not like defending him by making up a bunch of possible excuses is going to win me a Marvel No-Prize! Especially since this is a Wildstorm comic book!
Look, I realize the Planetary logo always fucking shows the Western Hemisphere so, you know, fuck it. Why did I even bring it up?! We get it. Planetary gives less of a fuck about Europe, Asia, and Australia. And probably South America, too, except it's lucky enough to be photobombing North America in most shots of the Earth. Also, Planetary very much cares about Antarctica. Don't think I just forgot about that giant ice-covered alien ship converted into a Planetary trophy room and alien storage locker.
If the Bugaloos are real, I'm going to have to assume Sigmund's sea monster, H.R. Pufnstuf, and Donnie and Marie Osmond are real too. I already agree that they're all terrifying.
The issue begins with Jakita and Drummer confronting Elijah Snow, letting him know they know what he's up to. Being Elijah Snow, he knew they knew what he was up to because you can't fucking hide anything from Drummer. So now that he's lured them to a special Planetary headquarters located in Rio de Janeiro that's jam-packed with Planetary Guides, redacted interviews, and secret photographs from all across the 20th Century world (but mostly America and American interests (see Planetary Logo)), Elijah's ready to fill them in on the entire plan. I think. I hope!
I mean, I think his entire plan is to have Ambrose Chase phase back into reality at the exact right time to kick Kim Süskind in the vagina so that, being a Nazi and loving pain, she comes so hard that her head explodes. Then Randall, who loves violence and gore, will come so hard that his balls will explode. And then he'll say, "You win, Snow! I applaud your gamesmanship!" Then he'll die forever not because he wasn't some immortal god but because Warren Ellis was probably fucking bored of this shit by Issue #26.
I mean, I think his entire plan is to have Ambrose Chase phase back into reality at the exact right time to kick Kim Süskind in the vagina so that, being a Nazi and loving pain, she comes so hard that her head explodes. Then Randall, who loves violence and gore, will come so hard that his balls will explode. And then he'll say, "You win, Snow! I applaud your gamesmanship!" Then he'll die forever not because he wasn't some immortal god but because Warren Ellis was probably fucking bored of this shit by Issue #26.
The foundational metaphor of Elijah Snow's explanation of reality and the way humans extract knowledge from that reality is archaeology because remember how Planetary is about archaeology?!
Elijah's monologue continues from archaeology to security systems. He brings up the Century Babies and how they all have jobs to protect this system that seems to have been set up by something that understands justice. It's why the ghost in Hong Kong works for God's wank bank and said that thing about, "It's just us." It's why John Leather turned into the Lone Ranger after visiting the afterlife on Tonto's supply. It's why Jakita, the child of Century Baby Tarzan, now works with Planetary to protect the world and its secret and to help keep it weird. I mean strange. After that, he simply explains what's been happening, issue by issue. But, I mean, we read all of those issues so we don't have to go through all that again, right?! Let's just read in silence for a bit, shall we?
Hmm hmmm hmm hmmmm hmm. Oh, sorry. I sometimes hum when I read. I'll try to be more quiet.
*SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SHAZZLESHAZZLESCHFFSCHFF* Sorry, my balls suddenly itched.
(surreptitious sniff of fingers)
Oh wait! Here we go! The important bit!
Hmm hmmm hmm hmmmm hmm. Oh, sorry. I sometimes hum when I read. I'll try to be more quiet.
*SCRITCH SCRITCH SCRITCH SHAZZLESHAZZLESCHFFSCHFF* Sorry, my balls suddenly itched.
(surreptitious sniff of fingers)
Oh wait! Here we go! The important bit!
Okay, maybe not super important, as far as new information goes. But it confirms what we all figured had happened based on the evidence.
The problem with saving Ambrose from his pocket of no time in no space? Elijah Snow's a hick from some rural shitstain in America and he doesn't know how to do science. But he knows Randall and Kim probably have the means to save Ambrose stashed away in their dragon's hoard of information and technology. Which is why he's going after them. Well, that and to make their heads and testicles explode.
While Elijah holds his meetings in the bowels of Planetary: Rio de Janeiro, the final two of The Four blast the building with an orbital death ray. It turns the entire building and the people within it to ash. But Elijah, Jakita, and Drummer all remain safely in the bunker that stores Snow's collection of Planetary Guides. It's really important to keep them safe in a dry, stable temperature which can't be disrupted by twenty nuclear warheads. Twenty-one, maybe, but who's going to launch 21 into the same place?! Especially when you've got an orbital death laser!
The Ranking
The Four done fucked up now! Stupid 4 and their half-finished swastika logo. Dumb Nazis! I love reading a book that explicitly says, "Nazis suck and we're going to kill those fucking bastards," because it means Nazis can't like this book. I mean, sure, I guess stupid Nazis can like the book because they're too dumb to know that it's saying they should be dead. And also all Nazis are fucking morons so I guess maybe all Nazis love this book? It's like when I see some idiot conservative praise some Kurt Vonnegut he's read and I have to kick them in the spleen and yell, "Kurt Vonnegut fucking hates you, you stupid piece of shit! Even dead, he hates you! He thinks you're an absolute moron who has wasted his life! If I got out a Ouija board right now and asked Kurt Vonnegut if he had anything to say to you, we'd spend five minutes standing around the board watching the planchette move around until it spelled out, 'Go take a flxing fuck bt a rolking doughnut!'" Don't blame the typos on dead Kurt Vonnegut! Blame them on my fat fingers and my terrible control of the planchette!
While Elijah holds his meetings in the bowels of Planetary: Rio de Janeiro, the final two of The Four blast the building with an orbital death ray. It turns the entire building and the people within it to ash. But Elijah, Jakita, and Drummer all remain safely in the bunker that stores Snow's collection of Planetary Guides. It's really important to keep them safe in a dry, stable temperature which can't be disrupted by twenty nuclear warheads. Twenty-one, maybe, but who's going to launch 21 into the same place?! Especially when you've got an orbital death laser!
The Ranking
The Four done fucked up now! Stupid 4 and their half-finished swastika logo. Dumb Nazis! I love reading a book that explicitly says, "Nazis suck and we're going to kill those fucking bastards," because it means Nazis can't like this book. I mean, sure, I guess stupid Nazis can like the book because they're too dumb to know that it's saying they should be dead. And also all Nazis are fucking morons so I guess maybe all Nazis love this book? It's like when I see some idiot conservative praise some Kurt Vonnegut he's read and I have to kick them in the spleen and yell, "Kurt Vonnegut fucking hates you, you stupid piece of shit! Even dead, he hates you! He thinks you're an absolute moron who has wasted his life! If I got out a Ouija board right now and asked Kurt Vonnegut if he had anything to say to you, we'd spend five minutes standing around the board watching the planchette move around until it spelled out, 'Go take a flxing fuck bt a rolking doughnut!'" Don't blame the typos on dead Kurt Vonnegut! Blame them on my fat fingers and my terrible control of the planchette!
