Chris, James, and James, like a myriad of eyes winking across the desert floor, squat firmly among the blackness of sleep. We pull back the curtain of self-deception and insecurity to reveal the final drama of a forgotten land. The Cuckoo is our mistress. We obey. We give all to obey.

"Um. Are you okay?"

"The Tomb of Mar-Vell" Written by Marc Gruenwald, pencilled by Greg Capullo, inked by Henry Candelario, coloured by Joe Rosas, and lettered by Janice Chiang.

"Shared Space" Written by Gerard Jones, pencilled by Jeff Johnson, inked by Dan Panosian, coloured by Joe Rosas, and lettered by Pat Brosseau.

March, 1992

Chris, James, and James discuss Misery. Not the book though, none of us had ever read that. In fact, of the three of us, only one soldier had ever read a Stephen King novel before. Mind you, that one soldier read, like, a lot of Stephen King novels so we felt sufficiently qualified to tackle the matter. Besides: great movie. Real classic. Who even reads nowadays anyway? Losers.

"Oh Darling, it will be so beautiful."

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"They got my eyes and throat!"

This episode, Chris, James, and James are enveloped in a radiant, indescribable light. Their bodies, mutated, fused together, struggle like amoebas--hungry, monstrous, internecine war stomachs. A Colour Out of Space compels them, drives them, burns them into and against one another. An Alpaca screeches its unholy misery while Tommy Chong passes the blunt.

"Drink? I'm having one."

"Turn of the Sentry" Written by Roy and Dann Thomas, pencilled by Dave Ross, inked by Tim Dzon, coloured by Bob Sharen, and lettered by Joe Rosen.

March, 1992

Chris, James, and James are back at it! The Sandman: Season of Mists. We look it over from stem to stern. But be warned! At the 50 minute mark or so some communist infiltrators attack the podcast--YOUR podcast--with a sonic weapon, leaving our hosts mildly irritated and apologetic. Rest assured, we've destroyed the enemy and you needn't worry about anything at all ever again.

"Hell is closed."

Chris, James, and James hit the LZ running, moving straight into the ruined heart of a once vibrant but oppressed country. Tom King guides the way. Mitch Gerads makes it real. We are smitten (almost). We are troubled (completely). But at least there is progress. At least there is that.

"I want a cigarette before you kill me"

"It Came From Outer Space" Written by Mark Gruenwald, pencilled by Rik Levins, inked by Danny Bulanadi, coloured by Christie Scheele, and lettered by Joe Rosen.

March 1992

James and James are very enthusiastic this week. Our breathless passion will give you pause. Can you trust us? Do you know, really know, where we stand? And where you stand? In Sin City? I doubt it. I really really doubt it.

"Everybody calls it Blitz"