EPISODE
3: The Return of the Addicts
ObiwayneK’s
journal,
February
8th,
2012:
Worm
carcass in the alley this morning, tire tread on its burnt stomach.
These book worms are afraid of me. I have seen their true colors.
Their streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood.
When the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The
accumulated filth of all their failed pseudo intellectualism and
baseless arrogance will foam up about their waists and all the book
authors, worms and book w****s will look up and shout, “Save
us!” and
I'll look down and whisper, “No!”
(although
watching that recently posted watchmen parody makes me want to say “I
just farted”
).
They
had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps
of good men like Alan
Moore
or Grant
Morrison.
Decent men who believed in creating the best possible reading
material for the public. Instead they followed the
trifling word slingers, who had nothing better than staid old plots
documented in dull fonts
and they didn’t realize that the trail led over the precipice until
it was too late. Don’t tell me that they didn’t have a choice.
Now these book worms stand at the brink of destruction by the
comic-addicts, staring down at that bloody hell. And in the face of
complete decimation all these intellectuals and wannabe smooth
talkers can’t think of anything to say.
11.
Age no bar:
Well this is what we addicts have achieved and it is something the
book worms would always dream of having, an ensemble of people with
absolutely no age bar. We addicts consist of people of all ages,
ranging from 5 to 92. I would be a complete a** if I denied the fact
that people in the age group 10-60 read books as well as comics,
because they do, but it’s the extremity age groups that add to the
gadget list on our bat-belt. It is a scientifically proven fact that
children understand and learn better by looking at more pictures and
little text. 
