“What started as a joke has now become a disaster.”
[AUTHOR’S NOTE: These comics were drawn as a goof with a beer buzz in 10 minutes or less after going to the local Speedway, watching too much WWF/WWE and playing too many video games. Not my best art, and not essential to the long-term plot of the overall story, but chock-full of sadistic “WWF/WWE-style” violence to amuse myself, my brother, and some of my best friends. You technically could skip this issue if this isn’t your thing.]
Darkness surrounds The Conquerors. Chrusher, Mush, RaYzor, Cow, and Ricktor have become twisted vigilantes, far from the goodie-two-shoes, high school justice-seekers they had been for years. Chrusher has been slowly become aware of that there are times when unexplainable mysterious and latent telekinetic powers happen around him, but seeing “goodness” steadily leaving the normal populace — led primarily to his bad luck and the things he has seen over the prior few years (partially covered in prior comics and a yet-unreleased graphic novel) — he has become disillusioned with the Justice System not punishing some true villains, and turned from the way of peace and forgiveness that his eccentric, yet God-fearing mother Mare would prefer. Instead, he and his brethren have turned vengeful on those who have wronged them. This particular episode starts at the local Speedway, where arrogant, functionally retarded red-necks, drunk middle-class adults with too much disposable income, and random Welforce agents stumble upon painful interludes. Beat-downs, pain, hospitalizations, and laughter will ensue.
Christopher Stevens
Christopher Galletta Stevens
RaYzor C.
