About a month ago people began asking if they could send comics for review. I said "of course" and I told them that, like it or not, I would review anything sent to me. So file this review under "Careful what you ask for."
This British photocopied mini comic has a color cover that doesn't indicate promise for the interiors. The text on the cover is a mix of computer typeset and hand drawn, but mixed indiscriminately, with a cover illustration that is of sufficient quality. The interior is a step down from there.
The interior art is on par with the comics that I created as a teenager. And those comics were terrible, even for a teenager. Every panel here is drawn in the same flat, one pen, limited background, one point perspective (at most), with ninety percent of the face shots being either straight on or full profile, with those that attempt a three-quarter shot jumping out with their lack of practice. And as the books wears on, the inking becomes more slapdash, as if time (or commitment) was running out.
The story is not much better. The plot feels stream of conciousness, with each scene arriving after the next at the pace it arrived in the author's brain. The story here is about two friends building a robot for a robot-brawling competition, again a story written about teenagers, seemingly written by teenagers. It mostly seems to be a comic designed for the enjoyment of those who created it (evidently just one man). Of course, there is nothing wrong with that, and in fact I wish I had the confidence to believe in all my creative endeavors with the fervor that Robertson apparently does.
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