One of the most consistent explanations for humanity’s outsize importance/power level in the grand scheme of the Marvel Cosmos is that humans have perhaps the greatest genetic potential out of any species in the universe (we won the Celestial CRISPR lottery, apparently). That’s why merely exposing us to mists, serums,…

It is unfortunate that so many unique GMG visitors will end up clicking on this poorly researched article.  Surely someone at i09, where they have people who’ve actually been reading comics for more than a decade, could have written this instead?

You’re assuming good faith mistakes, when in fact the above line is merely the first sign among many that the writer has neither the historical knowledge to make such statements, nor has he done the homework to make up for that lack.

Gotta love that old Belter recipe, Cream of Scotland Yard.

One point that...leavens (but far from excuses) HPL’s horrid attitudes - throughout his work, again and again, it’s shown that humanity as a whole is pretty damn low on the totem pole of existence. We’re always depicted as, at best, blinkered, short-lived pretenders to stewardship of the planet who can’t hold a candle…

I don’t agree. All the outcomes are the result of human folly, courage, and frailty - our fates are very much in our own hands. And though the inciting event is mysterious in cause, it doesn’t suit the criteria of cosmic horror - it’s a threat to life, not a threat to our conception of reality.

The Void is a great object lesson for cosmic horror, as it’s clumsy and amateurish in its script, its acting, its directing - in everything except evoking that elusive sense of cosmic horror, which it absolutely nails.

Also unfortunate - we are now that much further from getting the Wild Cards shared universe anthology show that I’ve always dreamed of (and that, after years of superhero universes and the reawakening of anthology shows, the general public is now primed for).

You’re standing on my neck.

Even fake bombers usually look far, far better than this tacky piece of crap jacket. The cheap vinyl isn’t even trying to look like leather, and the fleece collar looks like a dollar store loofah.

This attempt at making the Bhagavad-Gita as a buddy-cop comedy seems ill-considered.

This is the closest real-life equivalent to this site that I’ve seen yet:

We have the drawer to thank for that.

I could tell almost immediately that this is a person who has never had to work a day in their life. It’s that very special kind of total solipsism and self-absorption that is only possible when one has absolutely no structure to their life, a rarefied state enjoyed only by the mentally ill or the idle rich.

I’m really starting to worry that Dr. Mann is gonna be a white lady.

Schlemiels. Schlemazels even!

Why would they? The resemblance (other than some very eighties cover art and the preponderance of dungeons) is absolute zero. You don’t choose between multiple choice items in Infocom (and other publisher’s) text adventures, you type commands like “open the door”, “take the lamp”, “go north”, etc.

East, West, and Gulf.

There’s a lot of strong associations for people when it comes to soft pretzels - baseball games and boardwalks, state fairs and carnivals, the steam rising off a freshly torn pretzel on a freezing winter’s day - that I think would be even stronger for a NYer like Rebecca, and thus a deeply comforting snack. But the…