This was what my head felt like when I discovered there was 16 pages of Nemesis comics by Chris Weston at his gooey prime, buried in some Winter Special that I never saw for 30 gruddamn years.
(I always did wonder what happened to Sister Sturn, but she was also a genocidal monster, so not that much.)
But I can only look at this work and despair that it took me this long to find it. How does that even happen?
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