She-Hulk #4

Fucking Daredevil. We already have enough lawyer shit going on in this comic book! Go back to Hell's Kitten, why don't you?!

Fox programming would be so much better if they had programs called Kitten Nightmares and Hell's Kittens instead of the shows they actually have.

Last issue ended when her client, Doctor Doom Junior, was kidnapped from the courtroom by his father, Doctor Doom. But he never paid his legal bills! So She-Hulk is probably going to have to hunt him down this issue so she can pay her bills, most of which are for cocaine.

She-Hulk decides to take a short vacation in San Francisco because she needs law advice from Daredevil and San Francisco is apparently where Matt Murdock is currently hanging his dick. That's how you do it in The City! If you're a woman, you store your tits! No, no. Don't look it up. It's totally the correct slang for residing in The City. Believe me, I grew up there! Well, nearly there. Kind of close to there. About forty five minutes from there! That's close enough to be a native San Franciscontonian! Apparently Matt Murdock was disbarred for being a douchebag. I wonder why Perry Mason was never disbarred? It's not like he ever won a case! He'd just fart continuously while questioning the witness on the stand until they couldn't breathe and would just admit to doing the crime. That's also why he got fatter and fatter! Because he had to continuously load up on court room ammunition by shoving chili dogs and french fries in his debate trap.

No! If I wanted to read a Daredevil story, I would have purchased a Daredevil comic book!

Murdock's story is about how he and Spider-man broke out one of his clients from jail instead of letting justice fuck it up completely. His client was Felicia Hardy who I think is Black Cat or something. And that's the end of the story. Basically, his story amounted to, "I'm a lawyer but fuck that job because I'm a super hero too and I can do whatever the fuck I want with my buddy Spider-Man!"

Matt's advice is to do whatever she wants to do. And since they still have an entire night to kill after that shitty advice, they hit the town!

To beat up on black white-supremacists? The Marvel Universe is weird.

The next day, She-Hulk flies out to Latveria to get what she's owed. While there, she battles a gigantic version of Doom. Why is Doom so big? Is it just a giant Doombot remote controlled by Doom? Did Doom sit in some Gamma Rays? She breaks the giant Doom a little bit but mostly just talks with it and tells it to stop smothering its son. Doom hears her argument and is satisfied that his son should probably be let off the leash now and again. And then she's told to get the fuck out of Latveria.

I'm sure Matt Murdock can help She-Hulk exchange the Latverian Francs for money that won't make Americans scream, "Treasonous monster!" Although most Americans like to scream that phrase for many other reasons, so that still might happen.

Later, She-Hulk heads home to deal with The Blue File! It's a case in which she was named a Defendant along with a bunch of other super powered people. But Jennifer doesn't remember the case at all. So she's got her monkey and her assistant and drunk Hellcat on the case! Next issue, they'll...well, I don't know. Maybe they'll figure out what it's about or something.

She-Hulk #4 Rating: I once worked for this guy named David. He was a cousin of a cousin which basically made him some asshole I knew. He once hired a lawyer to help him with a drunk driving case and then knowingly bounced a check to the lawyer. I think he was one of those guys who lived life one problem at a time. Drunk driving? Get a lawyer? Pay the lawyer? Bounce a check! Lawyer calling about payment? Don't answer the phone! Sued by the drunk driving lawyer? Bounce another check! Or something. I have no idea what his thought processes were on solving problems. He made and installed kitchen cabinets. He actually did a really good job! And yet, he'd talk to clients and tell them he'd be at their house at a specific time knowing he'd never make that time. I asked him once, "Why don't you just tell them the truth?" And he said, "Doesn't it sound better if I say I'll be there sooner?" Fuck man. Just...just...fuck.

She-Hulk #3

I bet Doom's penis has a little metal mask on it.

This is the part of my She-Hulk Commentary where I grab a random piece of writing out of one of the towering stacks of scribbled on sheets and half-filled journals and transcribe it here. It's an Eee! Tess Ate Chai Tea Random Feature That Nobody Asked For But Fuck You Because Are You Paying For This? No, I Didn't Think So Random Feature! Some of my other ETACTRFTNAFBFYBAYPFTNIDTS Random Features are Old Trivia, Other Things I'm Reading, Castrate Scott Lobdell With Words, The History of Tess, and Pictures of My Cat in a Shirt. Once again, the actual comic book commentary will follow the Blockquoted text.

This piece was written fifteen or more years ago for a text adventure game I was writing that would have been played on FedoraMUSH. At this point in the game, the player would be stuck in a huge crowd at a concert and every move toward the stage, they'd get a little more of this text which was being spoken by the singer of the band.

When does it happen? When does the urge to know more, to do more, suddenly force its way into the base of your brain? What drives this gnawing something toward freedom, toward a sudden explosion of voice and raw visibility?

How come knowing is not enough? What forces expression? What is the drive? Where is the thing? When does passion become fear? When does fear destroy passion?

Fear drives us toward the life they expect. Fear keeps us from the life we want. Passion drives us towards the dream. Passion keeps us from settling, settling, settling.

Can a dying soul transmigrate into the child already forming in the womb? I have always been the Lizard King. I have always done anything. Father, I want to kill you. Mother. I want to.... All night. All night.

I dream because it's easy. Facing the beauty of thoughts unbound is too tough in the waking light. I know what I know but I know it's not enough. You must see me. You must hear me. How do I express what can't be expressed? Can you hear that which I know in the music we produce? Why isn't this, even, enough? What drives us all to die in an empty bath in Paris?

If Jimi were first, and Janis was second, and I--was it I?--I was third...does that not imply a fourth and so forth? An infinite succession. A regression. A submission.

Blake knew. But Blake knew a lot. Blake was the perfect solution of passion and fear. I can't see all of you. Just the ones. Just the ones. Do you see me?

What, today, is your opiate? What, finally, ultimately, keeps you from where that thing--that gnawing, biting thing at the base of your brain--is driving you to go? Is it music? Is it television? Is it food? Is it loneliness? Is it fear? Is it compassion? Is it understanding? Is it yesterday? Is it tomorrow? Is it age? Is it a woman? Is it a man? Is it discontent? Is it disassociation? Is it disgruntlement? Is it discovery? Is it disturbing? Is it disparaging? Is it disappointment? It is disabling? Is it? Is it? Is it?

Jesus Christ. Hey, Tess from Fifteen Years Ago? Continuously asking questions is not profound! Although, to be fair to younger me, this is an excerpt of a larger piece. The themes and the questions would have worked better in the larger context of the game which was a trip through a labyrinth where the player would encounter many characters from literature. It was never finished because I didn't finish it before I thought up a new idea that interested me more. Like Don Draper, I love the beginnings of things.

Last week on She-Hulk Presents Marvel Comics She-Hulk Presents With She-Hulk.

I appreciate that She-Hulk is up front about how many fucking advertisements Marvel packs into their comic books. I swear the money they make on the cover price must be all profit! Unless their ad space is super cheap. Maybe I should buy an ad in She-Hulk!

In the past, a person picking up a She-Hulk comic might have expected a lot of punching and maybe even a hefty dose of Green Tits and Ham. But not these days! These days if you pick up a She-Hulk comic book, you're going to get lots and lots of law mumbo jumbo! Legal Hoodoo! Judicial shucks and jives! So if you find two people discussing court cases panel after panel a bit on the boring side, you probably want to avoid this comic book. Although if you really like monkeys slapping their penises against notepads, then you might want to reconsider!

Oh wait. That's a pencil. Sorry for arousing your arousal.

I'd read a comic book about a monkey's penis. It would probably give the person that sucked on it three sex wishes but each sex wish would come true in a really ironically horrible way! It would basically be the porno version of The Monkey's Paw.

Pretty soon, She-Hulk and Doom's son speak some more about what it takes to gain political asylum. They're all "blah blah law blah" and "blah blah blah DOOOOM! blah" and "Bob Loblaw's Law Blog." It's all very fascinating for people whose penises get erect and whose vaginas excrete lubrication when they read law talk. For everybody else, their sexual pleasure while reading this must be derived from the monkey fucking a thimble.

Unless he's drinking some tea. Sorry again!

It has crossed my mind that some people are not reading this comic book for sexual gratification. But only briefly. What other reason would someone be reading a She-Hulk comic book?!

So after the erotic panel with the monkey and the sexy, fucktease thimble, She-Hulk and Kristoff discuss some more legal tactics like how they have to file for political asylum in about fifteen minutes or else the window to petition for asylum closes. It's some law stuff that you can only understand if you went to law school for ten years only to discover you'd rather write comic books or do something important with your life.

On the way to the courthouse, some comic book action finally occurs as She-Hulk discovers Kristoff's chauffeur is a Doombot!

This time I'm sorry there's no monkey in the picture. It's probably a Doombot anyway.

Now, I know this book has been very limiting in the ways it has tried to awaken the lascivious natures of the readers. Either you had to be aroused by lawyers or snobs or green women or monkeys or super hot thimbles. But after killing the Doombot (which probably aroused some really creepy readers who are into Robot Snuff Fiction), something happens that is sure to pin the throttle in your pants! To get to the courthouse before the judge leaves, She-Hulk and Kristoff steal one of the Fantastic Four's Penis Ships!

BOING and/or GUSH! Silly sexual sound effects courtesy of my Spanish half.

A horde of Doombots (I think a group of Doombots is called a "Victory of Doombots") tries to stop She-Hulk and Kristoff from getting into the courthouse. But thanks to some subterfuge and a sober Hellcat, the Doombots fail at their task! And that leads to more law talk in the courthouse! That's a euphemism for sex!

No, no. Just kidding. It's actually a euphemism for itself which makes it not a euphemism at all. Unlike anytime anybody says anything with the word "monkey" in it. That's always a euphemism for something sexual and horribly degrading.

The judge grants the petition for asylum or however you would phrase it so that it makes sense legally. But that's when Doom crashes into the courthouse and makes a mockery of our legal system.

Can you actually make a mockery of a system that pretty much writes all the jokes for you?

Anyway, Doom takes his son and heads back to Latveria. I don't think She-Hulk was paid. Oh well. Maybe she can sell the Doombots for scrap. Although she's been in the courthouse for about ten minutes, so some meth addicts have probably already made off with the metal.

She-Hulk #3 Rating: It wasn't anywhere near as sexy as I was hoping but it was an enjoyable read in other ways. Maybe my next comic book, The Phantom Stranger, will satisfy me in an adult way. The title already sounds promising!

She-Hulk #2

I never knew part of She-Hulk's morning ritual was painting herself green!

So I decided I wanted to fall way behind schedule on doing Comic Book Commentaries this weekend by finally finishing Bioshock Infinite. I actually restarted and set the level to Easy-Peasy (I usually play all First Person Shooters on Maximum Difficulty because I am the best at shooting things in the face and also video games) just so I could get through the story. Now, I haven't finished! So no fucking spoilers in the comments, you animals. But I did want to mention something I noticed and then was rewarded a bit for noticing later in the game. So as you're running about Battleship Bay, some calliope, amusement parky music is playing in the background. The game takes place in a fantasy version of 1912 so I was surprised to recognize the tune as "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". Now, the other music on the radios that play aren't exactly accurate to the time either but they still fit the Bioshock Mood and are still old timey. But this was so far out of the realm of possibility that it just seemed like a cute little Easter Egg. But then later when you're running through Finkton, you encounter a red tear with "Unfortunate Son" playing through it. And later still, a Voxophone message from Fink to his brother mentions how his brother has found a way to make money with the strange music they've been hearing through the tears (rips not salty brine from the eyes). So it seems "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" was heard through one of these tears, converted into an amusement park version, and sold to parks all over Columbia. Dammit. Now I think I need to rush through this commentary so I can get back to Bioshock where I'm trying desperately to bang Elizabeth before I find out she's actually my daughter.

That last sentence was a joke! I don't see Elizabeth as a romantic interest in the game at all! From the moment you meet her, she actually feels like a daughter or a beloved, slightly off-kilter sister. She's so adorable and fun and I love her facial expressions when something disturbing or odd is happening. You can tell she doesn't give any fucks in situations where fucks should not be given. Plus she's constantly giving me money and ammunition! She's the best!

Also, the fact that they decided to give her a bit of acne instead of going for beautiful porcelain skin is a fantastic design choice. Maybe it's to help confirm in the mind of the player that she's still very young. It could also be a way to distinguish Elizabeth at the beginning from Elizabeth after she loses her innocence and grows up quickly by doing that thing she does before leaving Finkton that's a big spoiler and then does that other thing she does so that she looks different. That's right about where I stopped playing last, so I haven't taken a good, close look at her face with my sniper rifle scope to see if her blemishes have gone.

Okay, enough about video games. Although I would totally have a video game blog if I had more time. Or a clone. Or a Patron of the Low-Brow Arts! Do those exist? Are any of you out there rich and love dick jokes? Want to hear more of them?! Patronize me!

Issue #2 begins by telling you everything you needed to know about Issue #1! So why did I buy Issue #1? Or why am I buying Issue #2? Maybe I should simply buy every odd issue! I guess if I don't care about the experience of reading the comic book and enjoying all of the dialogue and maybe miss She-Hulk's purple underwear, I could do that. But then I could also just skip out on life entirely too by asking to be placed in a medically induced coma! "Hey Doctor?! Put me out for twenty years so I can see how it all comes out. I'll just get filled in on the intervening time period through short, biased synopses of events! Thanks!"

She-Hulk had just opened her own Law Firm so she can sit in one place and help those that need help instead of running all over the country like her television cousin, David Banner, helping people that didn't know they needed help until half their town was suddenly transformed into rubble and angry local police. Currently she has no clients and one case: The Blue File.

I don't know enough Marvel to recognize these people. A shitty version of the Defenders? Great White North Coast Avengers?

It turns out She-Hulk is leasing an office at Idea Hive, Inc. It's an office space for people with super powers specially designed with break-away walls and no skylights. The landlord used to be a Mutant but she didn't really excel at Xavier's and eventually she lost her power in something called M-Day. My guess is that was a big Marvel Crossover Event where Mutants lost their powers! Nobody's going to get anything past me!

Since She-Hulk has no money coming in because she has no clients, she decides she needs a paralegal. Maybe all Law Offices need at least one paralegal. I don't even know what a paralegal does. Sure, I read The Firm just like everybody else back in the early nineties. I think a paralegal does filing and rushes out to pick up coffee and sandwiches and rats out the company's double billing policies, sending them into a really exciting bureaucratic mess that somehow involves enough exciting action to make a Tom Cruise movie out of it.

Jennifer decides to hire Angie Huang and her monkey Hei Hei because they're the only ones that didn't flee from the interview. It's probable the reason for that is that Hei Hei doesn't normally attack Angie and himself. If I had a monkey, it wouldn't prevent other people from getting jobs. It would help prevent me from getting jobs! Then I'd have to apply for disability and say, "But I can't work! My monkey won't let me!" And the government would be all, "That's perfectly understandable. Here is $5000 per month! It's the standard rate we give everybody that chooses not to work because they are obviously just lazy bastards but still deserve to live an exorbitant lifestyle at hard working billionaires' expenses!" Now I wish I wasn't just making up job-defeating monkeys and non-paltry government handouts and hard working billionaires!

After a hard day at work, She-Hulk and Hellcat get drunk, put on their costumes, and raid a building rumored to house an A.I.M. Lab. I don't really know much about A.I.M. except that they wear Hazmat Suits and I have about five billion of their Heroclix figures.

Drunken Hellcat #1. Marvel NOW!

Things don't go too well for anybody since Hellcat's drunk and A.I.M. low level thugs are desperate failures and She-Hulk has real life concerns that are bigger than a crappy A.I.M. meth lab. Also, Javier Pulido is having a serious case of Charlie Adlard Double Page Splash Syndrome.

Charlie Adlard Double Page Splash Syndrome: when an artist takes the most boring visual moment of a comic book and draws a shitty image across two pages simply to emphasize the character's current dialogue.

I'm not going to put all the blame on Charlie Adlard and Javier Pulido here. I don't know how much of these crap double page splashes are directed to be done by the writer. In this case, Charles Soule and in Adlard's case, Robert Kirkman. Perhaps when you've got writers with really tight control over the stories they're telling, they might ask for these moments, but they don't quite visually grasp how ineffective the double page splash is when it's just replacing Bold Type. Or accentuating bold type since She-Hulk's words in this panel ("...and tell me again what I wouldn't do.") are indeed bold!

This tiny, little panel with no background conveys much more than that two page bullshit earlier. I don't get the need for wasted space when each page of comic book art should be a frickin' premium! There's only twenty per issue! Please take care in the way they're used!

Jennifer hires Hellcat to be her in-house private investigator so that's pretty awesome.

The next day, She-Hulk gets into work late to find her first client! I don't know who it is yet because the reveal is on the last page! But on the penultimate page, Angie and Hei Hei inform She-Hulk on her way into the office that a new client has been waiting for an hour! I wonder who it will be! Since Charles Soule likes writing for green people, my guess is it will be Doop! And this will kick off Milligan's Doop #1 which I will be purchasing!

Luckily, the reveal of the person isn't visually stunning so I don't have to scan it! But it's not Doop! It's, and this part is a huge spoiler and I don't know why I'm warning you because if you've read even just one of my 1500 comic book commentaries, you'll know spoilering is all I know how to do! I don't think I finished the sentence I started so let me try again! It's, and this part is a huge spoiler and I don't know why I'm warning you here in the text when you can read right along the sidebar that these reviews contain heavy spoilers so if you find yourself spoiled by any of these it's your fault much in the same way that if Batman kills someone, it isn't his fault but the criminal's fault for getting involved in crime! Shit. I forgot to finish my sentence again! Anyway, it's Doom's son, The Son of Doom. He wants to defect from Latveria because that place fucking sucks Incredible Hulk Dong.

She-Hulk #2 Rating: Oh wait! I don't rank the Marvel Comics in the same way I rank The New 52 comics at DC. I don't want the Marvel Comics to feel like they're competing with one another. I tell them every day that they are each unique in their own way and that they are all special little marsupials. Then I touch them right in the centerfold staple and whisper, "This will be our little secret, munchkin."

Shit. That got weird.

She-Hulk #1

A third Marvel comic? Something's bound to break. I suppose it'll be my bank account and it'll happen when Ellis's Moon Knight and Soule's Inhuman comes out.

I suppose it's inevitable that a comic book fan eventually makes the switch between following loved characters to following the best writers. It's a sign of comic book readership maturity. When one is young and first finding their love of comic books, hating one of the Big Two while loving the other is merely a mode of survival. Perhaps you begin by picking up both a Spider-man and a Batman comic book. But eventually you realize these characters are part of a full world with its own history and cosmic events. While reading Spider-man, you may find you need to pick up a few issues of Avengers as he teams up with them. And then there might be a Secret War (or two. Or three. Or four) that you want (or need!) to experience in full. So you suddenly can't afford the Batman books you used to love and drop them in favor of more Marvel books. But something in a young person's mind doesn't allow for the sacrifice to be fully understood, so the child turns to hating DC and pointing out why it's not as good as Marvel. The economy of the situation does not make for good neighbors.

Yes, yes. I know. You were different! Blah blah blah. Whatever. I, too, never hated Marvel growing up. I just didn't read Marvel because I was pulled in by Crisis on Infinite Earths which caused an explosion of new titles in the DC Universe, plenty for me to pick and choose from and be satisfied with. Although it was Marvel that I remember reading first when my grandfather brought back a big box of Hulk and Nick Fury comic books from his jaunts to pick up newspapers for recycling. I had other comic books as well before Crisis: Disney, G.I. Joe, Masters of the Universe, Elfquest. But it wasn't until Crisis that I truly became a fan. So we're different, whatever. But we all know that the rift is there. We knew it even before the internet was a thing where you can't post about a DC character without some Marvel fan coming along and pointing out how the character is a shallow retooling of a Marvel character. Of course they never go deep enough to show how the older Marvel character was a clone of an older DC character who was a clone of an older Marvel character who was a clone of a...yeah, yeah. I could type that all day. Being that creators didn't own their characters, whenever one jumped ship from one of the Big Two to the Other, they'd just bring along the character they created but fancy it up a bit. And since the creators were jumping back and forth, why weren't the fans?

Well, some were. And when I say it's a bit of comic book readership maturity, I don't mean the reader has to mature over time. As I pointed out, none of you were ever jerks about the other company, right? Fucking deep soul searchers, you lot. Anyway, some maturity is reached whenever the reader realizes the characters are as fickle as the writer and artists behind them. There's no reason to keep reading Catwoman comic books as a fan of Catwoman when Ann Nocenti is writing her. Nocenti doesn't fucking get the character and she's not writing the character, so why follow that book just because it has Catwoman on the cover? That's the sign of a mature reader. Obviously you want Catwoman to be written well and want to love her even if she's hating on cats and refusing to steal jewelry anymore. But you move on and read something else while you wait for Ann Nocenti to be hit by a train. But the mature reader knows it's all about the writers. And so you follow writers. And, to the extent that you're more about the visuals than the writing (I know! Those fucking weirdos actually exist!), you follow artists. Hey, it's probably the only reason I picked up Steampunk even with its erratic schedule! Because I just fucking loved Bachalo's art.

I read comic books for a long time barely noticing who was writing or drawing them. It wasn't until some of my favorite characters were being written by the same people that I truly began to take notice. Seeing Giffen's name on Ambush Bug and Justice League. Alan Grant on Lobo and The Demon. Alan Moore on everything that was thought provoking. But during most of the nineties, I don't remember many writers going off from one of the Big Two to the Other. These were the Image years and the years of speculation and I just kept my head down and kept reading the DC titles that I really enjoyed. I began reading Cerebus somewhere in there. I think right around when the Phone Books began to be published. It wasn't until the late-nineties that a lot of my favorite writers were jumping ship to Marvel and I began picking up a lot of Marvel comic books.

Anyway, that was my long-winded and circuitous route to saying, "Right now, Charles Soule is a must read for me." I suppose I should pick up Thunderbolts as well. Fucking comic books. I may need a second job before long.

I don't think I've ever read a She-Hulk comic before so here goes my cherry.

She-Hulk, like her current writer, is an attorney in New York. And she's on her first adventure: end of the year review time!

It isn't going so well.

Being lawyers (lawyers that don't write comic books, that is!), She-Hulk's bosses are total jerks. They only hired her because she knows fat wallets like Tony Stark's wallet and Reed Richard's wallet and some guy named Danny Rand's wallet which might be Cropsey's wallet? I don't know! So She-Hulk Jen Walters quits because she wants her attorney abilities to be looked directly in the eye and not straight down the cleavage. Fuck them all!

That's one of my favorite phrases ever. "Fuck them all!" I wished I'd known it in Kindergarten so I could have screamed it as I flounced out of the room every time somebody used one of my crayons or ate my paste. Ate my paste is not a sexual euphemism, sicko perv fuck.

But before Jen quits and leaves for good, she destroys their $50,000 conference table by simply touching it with her index finger. I think this will probably result in a lawsuit!

Jen already finds a new job, lone gunman style!

The potential defendant of the potential lawsuit is Tony Stark.

By the way, what is all this Marvel Now! crap? Is Marvel numbering their comic books by the actual issue that's been out since the current volume of a title debuted and numbering by the story arc? If that's the case, I think that's a great idea so readers can easily identify jumping on points. Although I think the labeling of them with the gigantic #1 in the corner is a bit off putting and bordering on fraudulent! Now I'm a lawyer too! If it's not the case that that is what's going on with the numbering, then I don't have any other guesses. It's just weird.

She-Hulk has a brief meeting with a representative of Tony Stark, Legal.

She didn't say you were bad or good! You're just the worst! Legal is stupid.

The following battle scene between She-Hulk and her first foe, Legal, might be the most boring yet best battle scene ever! It also wasn't a battle and was a battle! It was neither bad nor good! Also nobody won or lost the battle because it was convened in a recess of summary judgment by the defendant's plaintive defense against the plaintiff's offense! In other words, it was a bunch of obfuscation by a bunch of lawyers doing that thing where the corporation they represent doesn't want to actually have a trial because fuck justice when you can just bankrupt the person you've already anally penetrated without their consent. That "without their consent" part is very important because anal penetration itself should not be viewed as a negative act. Not at all!

Jen does a little research and discovers some tape cassettes that contain the proof she needs to fuck Tony Stark in his ass without his consent! So she makes another trip to Stark Industries.

This fight tears up her clothes so we can see she wears purple underwear.

After beating up the robots with her fists, Jen beats up Tony Stark with her brain. I probably could have used "brawn" instead of "fists" in the first half of that sentence but too much symmetry and cliche in one's life makes one a dull boy. The part where she tells Tony what's going on in his life is really a nice moment which I'll leave to the people that actually purchased and/or torrented this book. The purple underwear must also be left to the imagination.

With her fee, Jen opens up her own little law firm. Yay!

Another winner by Charles Soule. This guy really knows how to write a well-paced comic book with snappy dialogue and interesting characters. Also any other positive review mumbo jumbo expressions that a reviewer would normally throw in. The art is cute and serviceable but neither good nor bad!