Saturday, January 31, 2009

Army @ Love #6 - Vertigo


Well, it's sad, but . . this is the final issue of this incarnation of Army @ Love. And . . we really don't know if there's going to be another. Last issue the reality-wave was hitting the Earth at regular intervals. Frick and Sylvia, being wiccans, knew that the only way to stop it was to revive Big-Finger. So they use Magoon's almost dead body, all the human tissue and 'what-not' from Stelaphane's collection, and then a jungle-room orgy to power the spell. It works and Big-Finger is brought back to life. As it turns out, for this little fracas, the first to revive Big-Finger is also the first to win. That's why the tapes were sent out full of subliminals to hypnotize all the major players into inaction. However, Loman shows up and does the first good thing he's ever done with his life. His lack of interest in TV makes him immune to the programs power and seeing everybody else in thier trance-like state he wakes them up and gets the ball rolling. Afterall, you can't save the world if everybody is sleeping through it. Anyways, long story short, Big-Finger is reincarnated, all the other realities are wiped out, and this world becomes peaceful again because everybody came so close to the end. The war is over. Allie goes back to Batsukh, the father of her baby. Royden goes into the mountains with Frick and Sylvia. Flabbergast and Switzer go off to be alone . . where-ever their going . . and probably f#$%ing all the way. And Stelaphane and Healey go back to what they do best . . marketing. They're trying to sell the world a new internet, and best friend . . . Big Fingy. Loman, even though he's now a hero and celebrity, is the only one having a problem reintegrating into the new reality. He's feeling lost, and alone. So he puts on one of the memory patches and goes off to live in the garbage pits with his friends and fellow saboteurs. Hey, it's a fun book to read. It's full of ironic humor and bias. But I never said it made a lot of sense. It's a product of the mind of Rick Veitch after-all. What more would you expect?

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