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So Big It Takes THREE Blogs to Handle It...

2026-08-23T07:00:00.000-04:00

...the Novelization of the Cult Classic Flick...

...is a truly unique book, unlike any other adaptation of a movie screenplay!

(With the possible exception of the novelization of Stanley Kubrick's Dr Strangelove by Peter George, who wrote the novel Red Alert that Kubrick loosely-based the movie on, then wrote the novelization because the flick is so different from his original book!)

Arthur Byron Cover took elements of the screenplay by Lorenzo (Batman TV series) Semple (which was being rewritten daily on-set) along with material from the previous proposed movie directed by Nicholas (Man Who Fell to Earth) Roeg and plotted by Michael (Enter the Dragon) Allin, plus his own fascinating interpretations!

The koolest aspect is the amount of background material about the characters including extensive previously-unrevealed info about both the protagonists and the antagonists!

You'll have a whole different appreciation of them after reading this!

To assist that, here's the previous re-presented chapters from this never-reprinted novelization...

Prologue: Cosmic Pawns

Flash Gordon SCORES

Interlude and Flaming Death

Tuesday:

Interlude and Blast-Off!

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Space Hero Saturdays SILVER STARR "Operation Space Disc" Part 1

2026-08-22T07:00:00.000-04:00

A blond space adventurer with a hot girlfriend and bearded scientist buddy...

...you were expecting, maybe, Flash Gordon?
Don't be silly!
This guy's nothing like that guy!

To be continued...
NEXT SATURDAY!

An illustrator in the classic Alex Raymond/Austin Briggs/Mac Raboy vein, Australian Stanley Pitt worked on a number of beautifully-rendered, commercially-successful strips that could charitably be called "carbon copies" of previous series.

Ironically, his most innovative strip, Gully Foyle (based on Alfred Bester's The Stars My Destination, failed to make it to market. (Read why HERE.)

Written by Frank Ashley, illustrated by Pitt for Silver Starr #1 (1952)

BTW, note that, in an era where most Australian comic books were b/w or two-color, Silver Starr got the more-expensive full color treatment!

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Friday Fun BIG APPLE COMIX "Man Without a City!"

2026-08-21T07:00:00.000-04:00

To a true New Yorker, there's no fate more frightening...

...than to be (gasp) forever exiled from the Big Apple!

I speak from first-hand experience.

Born and raised in Brooklyn, I went to high school in Manhattan and lived there after graduating college until 1999, when I began commuting between NYC and Chicago, eventually settling in Chi-town full-time.

Only taking occasional trips back to the Land of My Birth to see clients and family helps me keep my sanity!

Lord knows what condition I'd be in if I were exiled like the story's protaganist!

Written by Marvel's main production person for several decades, Stu Schwartzberg (who was also a Shazam Award-winning scripter of Crazy Magazine), penciled by Stu and the multi-talented Marie Severin and inked by Marie, this never-reprinted tale from Big Apple Comix #1 (1975) perfectly captures the "Noo Yawker" love-hate dichotomy!

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AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH-WRECKER "Chapter Seventeen: Avenger vs Avenger"

2026-08-20T07:00:00.000-04:00

Art by John Buscema & Vince Colletta

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Chapter Seventeen: Avenger vs Avenger

It was not many hours later, after a Quinjet flight and a deep-sea dive, that the other Avengers approached the sea-hatch door of the dome, wary of blast-rays that did not blaze forth.

“That’s funny,” said Cap uneasily. “If Karzz is back in control of the dome, having somehow taken Goliath prisoner, why wouldn’t he fire his rays at us? He wants us to come in. That spells—and smells like—a trap.”

“We’ll be ready for anything,” Iron Man said grimly.

But they were scarcely prepared for the stunning surprise awaiting them ...being confronted by the huge menacing figure of Goliath when they stepped inside the sea hatch into the dome. Behind Goliath stood Karzz.

“Salaam! Meet my bodyguard,” Karzz; announced gloatingly, “under. my electro-hypnotic control...the other device I made in your lab. Go after them, Goliath.”

The giant sprang among them, a human hurricane in action. One mighty blow of his hand flung Hawkeye ten yards. His other balled fist cracked against Captain America’s chin and sent him thudding against the wall. One huge boot swung up and propelled Iron Man away like a football and he tumbled between two crossbeams and wedged fast.

Only The Wasp had escaped the giant’s fury, by swiftly shrinking to insect size and buzzing away frantically.

She listened in horror at what came next, while the three male Avengers lay out cold, or too dazed to move.

“Finish them off, Goliath,” ordered Karzz. “Pick up that iron club and see that nothing recognizable remains of them. Go...do as I say.”

But Goliath was hesitating, a bewildered look on his face, like that of a man coming out of a dream. “But they...my friends,” he said brokenly. “Won’t...can’t harm them.”

“Hmm, I see you need another dose of my hypno-ray,” snapped Karzz. “Evidently your Avenger minds are so strongly loyal to one another that it takes repeated hypnotic dosages to keep you under control. All right...”

The Wasp helplessly watched Karzz shine his headband device at Goliath, who again subsided into a mindless slave with slack jaws and transfixed stare. In a trance, at Karzz’s repeated command, the mighty man picked up a huge spiked iron club that lay ready and strode ponderously toward the nearest limp Avenger.

But the delay, While Goliath was being re-hypnotized, had given the toughest men alive a chance to come to, their senses swimming back. So when Goliath’s murderous club swung down at Captain America, Cap sprang away, gasping in horror at the first sight his eyes had seen after opening.

“Goliath is berserk!” yelled Cap, seeing the other two stirring. “Run for it. Hide in the dome somewhere till we can figure out what to do.”

There was no chance to gain the sea hatch and their deep-sea boat. Their only chance was somehow to survive within the dome itself, stalked by a mad giant. Cap gave Hawkeye a hand and yanked him to his feet, slapping him across the face to wake him up faster. Then the two of them rushed to where Iron Man was wedged, too weak to free himself.

“Jump on my shoulders, Hawkeye,” Cap barked. “Hurry!”

From this vantage, Hawkeye was able to seize one steel leg of Iron Man’s suit and pull him free. Then all three dashed away, just in time, before the lumbering Goliath could get within club range of them.

“This way,” ordered Cap, darting among a group of curved crossbeams, where they all converged. “Plenty of cover for us.”

Following Goliath, Karzz shouted, “You won't escape this dome alive, mes amis. You’re only prolonging the inevitable. Still, maybe it’s better this way. Through Goliath, I’ll have the excitement of stalking and hunting you down, like wild animals, for the kill. Thanks for giving me some fine sport.”

The Wasp shivered at the alien’s fiendishness. But what could she do? Stinging Karzz would do no good, with Goliath on the rampage. As for Goliath . . . she fought against the thought of bringing even the slightest pain to her man.

But then, tears in her eyes, she dive-bombed down and jammed her stinger into his shoulder. Goliath didn’t even wince. Again and again she stabbed the behemoth, but there was no reaction.

“I should have known,” thought the Wasp, giving up. “He’s too big to feel my tiny pricks. It’s like trying to sting a dinosaur into submission.”

“I saw that on my wrist-monitor, Wasp,” warned Karzz. “However, you cannot stop us. After Goliath takes care of the men, I’ll send him after you with a fly-swatter.”

The Wasp turned pale and darted into a crack, trembling. Would it all end in this tragic way, down in this isolated sea-dome, where no power on earth could save them?

Goliath went charging among the maze of converging crossbeams, but he was handicapped in swinging his club

or in leaping, and his agile quarry easily evaded his blows.

“Take a rest, Goliath,” -ordered Karzz, hearing the giant wheeze from his exertions. “It is time for re-hypnosis anyway. Come back to me.”

This gave the three Avengers a respite. Going into a huddle, they were joined by the Wasp, who settled on Cap’s shoulder.

“There’s no protective aura around Karzz,” stated Iron Man. “We destroyed his force-field belt last time, and he has had no time to make another. Therefore he’s depending on Goliath to shield him from us.”

“We’d be on more equal footing,” observed Cap, “if we could get that club out of Goliath’s hands. But that would be a miracle.”

“Just what I specialize in,” boasted Hawkeye. “I'll do it with my little arrows. A gold-plated miracle with a money-back guarantee.”

“Good!” said Cap. “Then each of us will tackle Goliath in turn—iron Man, Hawkeye, and myself, in that order—trying to weaken or defeat him. If all three of us tried at once, we’d get in each other’s Way.”

“Y—you won’t kill him?” begged the Wasp, with a sob in her voice.

Cap shook his head reassuringly. “We’ll only try to knock him out, Wasp. But remember, the fate of earth, and of future worlds, is at stake. If We fail to defeat him alive”—Cap’s face went ‘deadly grim—“then it will have to be the other way.”

The tiny girl on his shoulder Went white with shock. But she made no remonstrance against what plainly had to be. She flew off to find a quiet corner where she could sob, and relieve the pent-up emotion bursting within her.

“It’ll break Wasp’s heart,” murmured Hawkeye, “if we have to use plan two against Goliath. She’s too swell a girl for that to happen….”

He stopped, flushing in embarrassment as the other two stared at him in surprise.

“Look,” he growled, “I don’t mind beating her brains out in repartee. But I steer clear of her heart.”

“Amazing,” said Iron Man to Cap. “That guy is human after all.”

“Hardly the witty cynic he pretends to be,” agreed Cap. Then he went on: “Okay, do your stuff now, Hawkeye,” and gave him a pat on his shoulder.

The archer crouched and crept away warily, peering over a beam through the interstices of a latticework cross support.

Across the huge domed chamber, Karzz was ordering Goliath back into action, striding forward with his huge spiked club. Noiselessly, Hawkeye notched an arrow pulled back the cord, and took aim with his hawk-sharp eye.

Whunggggg.

The arrow struck the club in the middle, and amazingly pierced half its length into the hard steel.

“A tungsten-carbide knife-edge point,” whispered Hawkeye for the benefit of Cap and Iron Man behind him. “Harder than diamond, and with the sharpest edge ever honed. It cuts through steel like a knife through butter. And within its shaft is a proton battery, supplying a burst of current equal to a thousand lightning bolts. Watch.”

Suddenly, a pyrotechnic shower of electrical sparks sprang from the tip of every spike. Goliath jerked and staggered, flinging the club away. It kept sparking. “It’ll keep charged for hours,” said Hawkeye. “Goliath got a jolt that would floor an elephant. However, he’s not an elephant but an Avenger, so he’ll recover.”

Pulling himself together, Goliath strode forward, egged on by Karzz. “So they eliminated your club,” Karzz said, “but you. still have two giant clubs left—your mighty hands. Smash the Avengers, Goliath!”

“This is it,” breathed Iron Man, dashing out of hiding as the first -one chosen to tackle the man-mountain.

Iron Man’s death-rays were out of the question, of course, for this man-to-man struggle. Instead, he jetted off his feet and flew forward. with head down, slamming into Goliath’s chest like a human battering ram.

Goliath rocked back on his heels. That was all. Then he straddled his legs, waiting for more. Iron Man rheostated his power-unit to the proper value and then raised his hand to shoot forth blow-beams. They were balls of invisible energy that could be felt quite like a blow from a fist, but with transistorized power behind them like a dozen. Jack Dempsey wallops packed into -one.

Iron Man aimed again and again, raining blows at Goliath’s face, chin, shoulders, mid-section, belt level. Goliath’s flesh quivered at each spot under the impact, but he was not knocked down, not even brought to one knee. He just withstood the storm passively, patiently.

“Tough?” muttered Iron Man to himself. “That big lug must be made of iron harder than my -suit. Hmm...I’ll. try concussion.”

He swooped around in the air and aimed a finger-beam downward, whose nuclear packet of ions detonated violently and blew a foot-wide crater in the concrete flooring of the dome, not more than ten feet in front of Goliath.

The concussion blew him off his feet, and he tumbled backward into a crossbeam that bent under his weight. By all odds, the titan should have passed out from the bruising shock. But astounded -Iron Man saw. Goliath clamber to his feet, shake his head, then brandish his fists defiantly with all the massive power he had before.

“Truly, this huge human is superhuman,” said Karzz, himself impressed. Then his voice rang out mockingly, “Come on, you champs. Try to defeat the champ.”

Iron Man closed in desperately, utilizing his boot-jets to hover -on even keel with Goliath and hammer away at him with his steel-gloved hands. But along with each blow went the transistorized power of his atomic batteries, geared into the levered mechanisms of his steel arms.

Goliath slammed back, in turn. Iron Man’s armor, plus his powerful stabilizing gyros, kept him from being hurled back like a rag dummy. But within his suit, he began to feel the thuds of those hammering fists. And with one of Goliath’s fantastic blows, Iron Man heard a cracking sound.

Then a wire snapped and power relays switched over, cutting off Iron Man’s gyro. Goliath’s next blow sent him scudding across the floor like a hockey puck, to end up against a steel post with a loud clang.

As Cap and Hawkeye dashed up and helped him to his feet, Iron Man gasped, “He opened up a crack in my suit. A tiny one, but enough to put my suit partly out of commission. Let’s face it, guys...I’ve been licked.”

“Don’t let it throw you,” said Cap. “Remember, none of us has ever had an all-out fight with Goliath, for keeps. We just never knew what a human powerhouse he was. Well, your turn, Hawkeye, and don’t spare the arrows.”

“I’ve got a million of ’em,” boasted Hawkeye, then added wryly, “But only a few will shake up. Goliath...I hope.”

Springing out into the open, with a clear shot toward Goliath across the floor, Hawkeye whipped the first arrow from his quiver to his bowstring and let fly, all in a second’s blur of motion.

Straight and true sped the arrow, at Goliath’s heart.

Watching from her aerial perch, the Wasp’s blood froze. Had Hawkeye broken the pledge and shot a kill-arrow at her man?

But the arrow’s point opened out to release an instant-inflating bag under rock-hard pressure, and what amounted to a boxer’s glove slammed into Goliath’s chest. However, the arrow’s momentum brought the impact to that of a blow by the world’s heavyweight champion plus the kick of a mule and the blow of a sledgehammer.

But it might as well have been delivered against the side of a battleship with twelve-inch armor-plate, for all that Goliath felt of it. He just started. to walk menacingly toward his tormentor.

Faster than the eye could follow, Hawkeye let fly with the stun. arrow, the brass-knuckle arrow, the bone-blow arrow, and a dozen more, all aimed at what might be vulnerable spots on Goliath’s body.

“He’s about as vulnerable as a brick wall,” Hawkeye growled to himself. “But maybe my bolo arrow will make him flop hard on his head and knock himself out.”

The bolo arrow whistled through the air, its weighted cords swirling and catching Goliath around the ankles. He kept walking as if unaware of any entanglement, and the cords only whipped around and snapped apart like rotten string.

“I see it, but I don’t believe it,” Hawkeye said. with a curse. “That was beryllium steel heavy-gauge wire he waded through. You'd better think of something mighty quick, bowman . . . or. you’ll bow to defeat, man, and that’s no joke.”

Watching, the Wasp tried to choke down unwilling pride that welled up in her. “My Gulliver is putting the other Avengers in the shade. What a man’s man’s man!”

Her face went gaunt. “But we don’t want him to win, because then Karzz wins. Oh, Goliath, don’t fight your best...please... please...”

But Karzz, re-enforcing his hypnotic control with another charge of the mental slave-ray, was exhorting: “Battle your best, Goliath. Fight as you’ve never fought before.”

“I obey, master,” growled the titan, caught in his spell.

Hawkeye had one last arrow to try. Unlike the others, it flew leisurely, as if in slow motion. Then it began curving and looped around Goliath in circles, unreeling something invisible.

“The plasma chain has to Work,” prayed the archer. “It’s a form of energized plasma particles that link up into a chain more rigid than a steel chain, or the heaviest rope. The arrow tightens this plasma-rope around the victim’s chest like a superbearhug. With his breath knocked out, Goliath ought to say uncle.”

Goliath stopped short, obviously feeling the invisible rope winding around his chest and tightening like a python’s coils. He began wheezing and fighting for air. But then, he started expanding his chest, throwing every muscle into the effort until his face turned red.

There was the faintest snapping sound and then his lungs gulped in fresh air.

“Now I believe in miracles,” groaned Hawkeye. “He broke a plasma-chain tough enough to haul in a whale with a rod and reel. That guy isn’t human.”

In one bravely mad last try at victory, Hawkeye ran close to the towering man, firing stun arrows, hoping the added force at close range would win out. Goliath shrugged them off with little grunts, then seized Hawkeye by the arm and flung him through the air like some debris that had ‘gotten in his way.

“He went up so high he'll be killed by the drop,” gloated Karzz.

Wasp put horrified hands in front of her tiny face. Oh, no...no! she thought...that big lovable tease...every bone in his body will break.

But a breezy voice sang from the air. “Don’t count me out, anybody . . . not with my hook-rope arrow.”

In mid-air, twisting agilely, Hawkeye was pulling his bow and shooting an arrow upward. From its tubular shaft unwound a thin cord with a hook at the upper end, which neatly caught in a beam higher up. With the other end anchored to his belt, Hawkeye's downward plunge was halted by the tautening rope, With enough stretchiness to cushion the jerk and avoid snapping.

Swinging down like a jungle man on his vine, Hawkeye landed neatly on two feet near Cap and Iron Man, who were still pale.

“Did you quiverers,” chided Hawkeye, “think I had reached the end of my quiver?” But his blithe tone ended and became terse dismay. “Two down, one to go . . .against Goliath, the human bulldozer.”

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Wednesday Worlds of Wonder JUDGE DREDD "He IS the Law" Part 1

2026-08-19T07:00:00.000-04:00

What Happens When Americans Take a British Comic Series about Americans...and Reboot It?

You're about to find out!

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Written by Andrew Helfer and illustrated by Michael Avon Oeming, this never-reprinted premiere issue of Judge Dredd (1994) was a continuation of a partnership between DC and England's Fleetway Press which began with a highly-successful one-shot combining Judge Dredd with The Batman against Judge Death and The Scarecrow!

Three more standalone stories with the combative duo followed, along with a Judge Dredd/Lobo one-shot and the comic adaptation of the Judge Dredd movie starring Sylvester Stallone, and two new series about Dredd and Mega-City One; this title, which ran 18 issues, and Judge Dredd: Legends of the Law which ran for 13 issues.
Note: Besides the standalone graphic novels, there was no interaction between the DC Universe and Dredd's reality!
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AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH-WRECKER "Chapter Sixteen: Alien Hunt"

2026-08-18T07:00:00.000-04:00

Art by John Buscema

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Chapter Sixteen: Alien Hunt

“Keep turning the dial one notch at a time,” instructed Iron Man.

It was the next day and they were back at headquarters, using equipment that came from one of Anthony Stark’s labs. There were four monitor screens attended by the four Avengers present. The monitors were connected to a huge computer, and also to four radar-dish aerials on the roof that pointed in different directions.

“The basic principle is simple,” explained Iron Man. “The radar dishes are locked onto four synchronous satellites put up by NASA for radio signals to be relayed around the world. What we are relaying around the world is a ‘spy-ray,’ you might call it. It does not interfere with the normal operations of the communications satellites.”

He patted an electronic box that fed signals into the system.

“An invention I borrowed from Tony Stark’s labs which he’s developing for the military. This is a good test. Each person in the world has his own special brain-wave pattern, as distinctively different as his fingerprints are from other people’s prints. Now, Karzz’s alien brain waves, which he can’t disguise, would stand out like the well-known sore thumb from the characteristic patterns of human minds, like these.”

Iron Man held up a chart of various human brain-wave patterns that were in flowing waves, differing minutely in the height of the curves, their closeness together, and the dips or peaks of the full string.

“Alien brain waves will be totally different,” said Iron Man. “I don’t know what they’ll look like, but just watch for any freakishly distorted pattern and we’ll have Karzz nailed down, no matter where he’s hiding. Each of us is attuned to a separate syncom satellite which covers a different broad region of earth. The four of us cover the world with our monitor screens.”

“Every square inch?” asked the Wasp in wonder.

“Every square millimeter,” corrected Iron Man “This spy-ray system could be tuned, if we wished, to finding one blue microbe out of a trillion red ones. Take my word for it that, as you turn the dial, you are scanning a different square mile of earth below the satellites, and every person’s brain wave in that area is registered on your screen. The computer will sort out any number of patterns, even millions at the same time.”

“I don’t understand a word of it,” confessed Hawkeye. “You mean I could tune in my own mind and see a Hawkeye brain pattern?”

“No, you’d just get a blank,” said the Wasp slyly. “He said brain pattern.”

“Then take Goliath,” retaliated Hawkeye. “I understand when he grows to giant size, his brain reduces to ant size.”

“Oh, you made me think of Handsome Hank standing guard all. alone at the sea bottom. I miss him so.”

“Hah. That’s like missing the measles---” Hawkeye stopped, seeing that the girl was looking sad. “Sorry, Wasp. Guess I was hitting below the belt.”

“Everybody on the job!” barked Captain America, turning to his own monitor screen.

“It will be a hard job,” warned. Iron Man, “taking your full concentration, hour after hour. If you look away from your screen for a moment, or even blink too much, you might miss Karzz.”

Silence fell as each of them turned his dial and watched the changing patterns of brain waves that sprayed onto the screen constantly. Could they comb the world this Way, picking one alien brain out of three billion people on earth?

Twenty-four hours later, stoically skipping sleep entirely, they were eyesore and numb-nerved.

A radio that Cap tuned in regularly again gave the grim news.

Key snatches of the newscaster’s words were alarming. “Earth undergoing fantastic change . . . ocean level up five feet . . . Holland dikes threatened...volcanoes erupting in Philippines, Japan, Australia...violent high-altitude wind forces all jets to fly lower...giant comet plunging toward earth on possible collision course.”

“The four Earth dooms of Karzz,” muttered Iron Man. “Building up to their cataclysmic finale—only three days away now. And we still can’t locate Karzz, though we’ve spy-rayed half the world already.”

Five hours later, they had covered nearly the whole world. Iron Man was frowning worriedly. “One hour to go, with only a few small patches of earth left to scan. Is it possible that . . .” His voice trailed away as he worked his monitor dial.

When the hour was up, they all. switched off their screens and stared at one another, dumfounded.

Cap finally said it aloud: “Karzz was nowhere on Earth. Or else he devised. some way of hiding and eluding the spy-ray.”

“Impossible,” said Iron Man. “Impossible, I tell you! Stark’s spy-ray works on the telepathic principle, and nothing can stop telepathic waves from coming through.”

He spun his dial and his monitor showed a single brain-wave pattern ribboning across the screen. '“There’s the brain wave of Goliath, seven and a half miles deep under countless tons of sea water. The deepest mine shaft...the heart of a solid stone mountain...the inside of a nuclear reactor—none of those could prevent Karzz’s brain waves from being radiated and picked up by the spy-ray.”

“Last night I saw upon the stair,” recited the Wasp in a low voice, “a little man who wasn’t there; he wasn't there again today; oh, how I wish he’d go away.”

Iron Man winced. “That’s about it,” he said. “Karzz is somewhere on earth—and yet he isn’t. It’s incredible, inexplicable, inconceivable.”

“Translation-nutty,” said Hawkeye. “Too bad, Shell-head, but your electronic gizmo bombed out.”

“Don’t blame Iron Man,” defended Cap. “It Karzz is still on earth, he must have picked. out some clever hiding place we never suspected . . . Wherever that could be.”

Iron Man suddenly jumped up. “Wait...think once. Where is the one place on Earth we would least expect him to be? The last place we would think of?”

“Huh?” said Hawkeye blankly.

Iron Man turned and ran from the room, banging through door after door in the other section of the building where, as Anthony Stark, he had set up his series of labs and science workshops.

In some of them, his aides were at work. Other labs were dark and temporarily unoccupied. With all his sensors and detectors on, Iron Man paused outside one closed door labeled: ADVANCED RESEARCH LAB. It was used only by Iron Man himself for top-priority science jobs, containing the finest and most prized tools of research.

Iron Man’s sensors hemmed faintly, picking up the tell-tale metabolic warmth of a living form beyond the door. The door was locked, but the Golden Avenger rammed through it.

Within, a man with frosty eyes turned from the work-bench.

“Karzz!” screeched Iron Man... “You were here all the time, in Avenger headquarters, the one place we didn’t think of!”

“Naturally,” mocked the alien. “It was elementary to outwit you dull-brained earthlings.”

The other Avengers had followed Iron Man, and they stared open-mouthed.

“How do you like that?” groaned Hawkeye. “We look for him all over Earth . . . in places twelve thousand miles away. Yet all the while he was practically sitting in our laps. Well, we’ve got him now.”

“Au contraire,” said Karzz coolly. “In the past week, while hiding here, I took the liberty of utilizing the lab’s fine equipment. I constructed two seventieth-century devices. Only the first need concern you now...”

“Grab him, quick,” yelled Iron Man, and all the Avengers rushed forward. “We want him alive.”

But they all seized empty air, as the leering Karzz turned transparent. They could now see the new kind of belt he wore, which glowed with an eerie blue luminescence.

“A fourth-dimensional transporter,” came the fading voice of Karzz. ‘fit allows me to slip through the fourth-dimension and whisk anywhere on Earth in the wink of an eye. In a moment, I’ll be back in my undersea. dome . . . without the necessity of going past your Goliath guard at the sea-hatch door. I’ll just go through the walls, by osmosis.”

His form faded to nothingness, with a last derisive laugh.

“Goliath,” moaned the Wasp. “He’ll. be in danger, not knowing that Karzz will materialize out of thin air, behind his back...”

Dozing, but ready to awaken at the slightest noise outside the sea-hatch door, Goliath. awoke uneasily. He had the feeling that something was wrong...that someone was in the dome with him.

“Impossible,” he told himself. “Now don‘t lose your buttons over the dead silence and loneliness. You’ve got too many people to disgrace—Henry Pym, Ant-Man, and Goliath—all three of us. Keep hold of your nerves, big boy....”

“Garçon!” rang out an insulting voice. “Come up here.”

Goliath sat up so violently that he crashed his head against a low crossbeam.

“Karzz!” he gasped dizzily. “His voice came from the apex room!”

Shaking off his dizziness, Goliath raced up the nearest stairway, moving faster than any man one-tenth of his weight could. Bursting into the apex chamber, he faced the grinning alien.

“How did you get in?” roared Goliath, his mind reeling. “l sat before the sea hatch day and night...”

“What good did that do?” cackled Karzz, “when l oozed in through the wall? Now listen to this story of where I was hiding for a week. It’ll kill you.”

It very nearly did. Goliath felt as horribly shocked as the other Avengers had been when they realized how the alien had duped them with such diabolic cunning. But Goliath had noticed no force-field aura around Karzz...and he now strode forward heavily, huge hands -outstretched. “Well! He who laughs last, laughs last, I always say. I'm going to grab you and hold onto you for the next forty-five hours, it I have to, until the others get here . . . Uh?”

Goliath had stopped in mid-stride. Karzz had whipped a headband around his forehead, to which was attached a concave mirror that shone a violet-green glow into Goliath’s eyes. At the same -time, Karzz barked: “Stop, Goliath. You are under my mental control.”

Sweating and straining, Goliath tried to fight the over-whelming hypnotic force that beat at his brain. But then his body relaxed into a slump-shouldered sag, eyes blank, face wooden. Like a zombie, he intoned, “it will be done as you command, master.”

“Good,” Karzz muttered, a murderous look in his eyes. “When the other Avengers arrive, they will find the biggest and strongest Avenger blocking their Way, opposing them, fighting them. What will you do to them, Goliath?”

“I'll wade into them before they know what is happening,” recited Goliath, following unvoiced telepathic suggestions radiated by Karzz. The giant man's eyes blazed fiercely. “And then . . . I’ll kill them!”

“That is right, Goliath,” voiced Karzz in sinister glee. “Now we will wait for the schweinhunde to enter my trap.”

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Monday Mecha Madness SHOGUN WARRIORS "Moon Menace!" Part 1

2026-08-17T07:00:00.000-04:00

When Last We left Out Favorite Mecha...

...the Shogun Warriors apparently defeated three simultaneous menaces spawned by meteors!

But what was the unifying element behind the trio of extremely-diifferent threats?

To Be Continued Next Week..as the MasterMind behind the Threat is Revealed!

Note: It's a Kaiju-Sized Surprise!

Written by Doug Moench, penciled by Herb Trimpe and inked by Mike Esposito, this never-reprinted story from Marvel's Shogun Warriors #12 (1980) re-introduces a villain who had recently threatened the Marvel Universe in another series!
This will lead to interaction with existing Marvel characters, as you will see...
Sadly, Marvel cancelled their Godzilla comic early on during the Shogun Warriors' run, so there wouldn't be a crossover with him, though the actual toy line was designed around the concept!

The Godzilla comic had included S.H.I.E.L.D. and other Marvel characters from the first issue onward, but Shogun Warriors held off until this point to start interacting with them!

As One Tale Ends, Another Begins During the RetroBlogs' Summer Blogathon...

2026-08-16T07:00:00.000-04:00

...as we conclude our re-presentation of the historic, never-reprinted premiere Marvel Comics-based 1960s prose novel...

...Avengers Battle the Earth-Wrecker by noted sci-fi/fantasy/pulp/comics author Otto Binder!

Continue the journey on Monday at

Hero Histories

as Avenger battles Avenger in a fight to the death!

But, starting today, we begin re-presenting another never-reprinted, time-lost prose novel based on a famous comic series...specifically, the 1980 cult classic movie based on that series...

...because he'll save every one of us in a tale that expands far beyond merely trancsribing the movie script by Lorenzo (Batman the TV series) Semple!

Besides background info from the story adaptation by Michael Allin used as a guide by Semple, it also includes material from the planned earlier film by director Nicholas (Man Who Fell to Earth) Roeg as well as adaptation author and award-winning sci-fi/fantasy writer Arthur Byron Cover's fertile imagination!
It's Flash Gordon as you've never seen him before!

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Space Hero Saturdays SPACE VOYAGERS "Hot Spot"

2026-08-15T07:00:00.000-04:00

Every few years in comics, there's a short-lived never-reprinted sci-fi space adventure series...

In the 1960s it was Gold Key's Explorers in the Unknown.

In the 1970s, it was DC's Space Voyagers, appearing in the back of Rima the Jungle Girl.

Though this is the origin tale, it appeared in DC's Rima the Jungle Girl #3 (1974), after a two-parter (set after the events of this tale) ran in #1 & #2!

(Oddly, the second pilot episode of the Classic Star Trek tv series, "Where No Man has Gone Before", aired as the third episode of that series.)

Scripted by Robert Kanigher and illustrated by Alex Nino, the series ran thru the first five issues of Rima before disappearing.

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Friday Fun BIG APPLE COMIX "My Word"

2026-08-14T07:00:00.000-04:00

The legendary Wally Wood contributed several pieces to this historic one-shot comic...

...but none was better than his New York City-themed re-do of one of his most famous tales...

...from EC's Weird Science #22 (1953) and written by Al Feldstein, not Wood.

Unfortunately, due to nudity and naughty words, we can't run it here, but you can find it on our "brother" blog Not Safe for Work Comics!

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AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH-WRECKER "Chapter Thirteen: The Avengers' Darkest Hour"

2026-08-13T07:00:00.000-04:00

Art by Don Heck & George Roussos

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Chapter Thirteen: The Avengers’ Darkest Hour

Cap fell back as a roar burst from the rear of the rocket and a glowing flame drove it upward out of its launch cradle.

“Too late!” crowed Karzz. “My rocket is on its way to space orbit above Earth.”

Cap clutched at him desperately but once again met the diamond-hard invisible shield of force that had previously protected the alien.

“I had to convert all. my available power into the launching procedure before,” Karzz said. “But now I can keep my shield around me again.” He shrugged. “It hardly matters that you disposed of my android bodyguard. You may as well share my joy now that Earth doom number four is launched on schedule, and hear all about it. I want you Avengers to know my achievements in full so that you will more exquisitely enjoy zero-day-—when your world ends.”

“Never mind rubbing it in,” growled Cap. “Let me hear the facts.”

Karzz chuckled, and went on. “My aides in the seventieth century devised and teletransported this launch rocket to me in the twentieth century. Its payload is about to go into orbit.”

Karzz pointed to a monitor screen, in which the powerful. rocket could be seen driving upward and starting to slant toward the horizontal. The booster separated and the second stage drummed on, faster. and higher. Then the empty second stage separated, and floating in space was a shiny shell whose outer sheath. split open to reveal an intricate satellite.

“The Storm Satellite,” said Karzz. “As is spins around Earth every ninety minutes, it will spray down kinetic forces into the top layers of the atmosphere. A violent wind will gradually arise in the thin‘ stratosphere and work its way down into the thicker air near earth.”

“You mean all the air around Earth will turn windy?”

“Yes, in eight days. The satellite went into polar orbit, which means it will shift westward every revolution, and thus will cover every area of the upper air daily. It will eventually whip up a superhurricane all over Earth, with wind velocities of five hundred miles an hour.”

Cap gasped. “Most natural hurricanes are under one hundred miles an hour.”

“You can picture, then,” Karzz gloated, “what my super-wind will do, blowing away people, cars, houses, everything. It will have the force to level the sturdiest steel skyscrapers, which will crash in big cities and create a further shambles. After a few hours, earth’s surface will be swept bare.”

Cap shuddered at the stark picture of wind-swept destruction.

“Of course,” said Karzz, “there won’t be much left to be swept away after the giant comet crashes, and the Antarctic floods arise, and earth's volcanoes erupt in unison. Do you think, Captain America, that even one person will be left alive on Earth after the four dooms strike?”

Cap choked, unable to answer. .

“There won’t be,” Karzz predicted savagely. “And that means my goal will be accomplished, eight days from now. With earthly civilization wiped out, there will be no human race to ‘build up a superior technology that would in the seventieth century smash my drive for galactic conquest. In short, the new parallel universe, or if universe, will replace the former real universe. And in the parallel universe, I will win the galaxy.”

Cap felt hollow inside. Had this heartless monster won all? What were his plan’s now? “With your four Earth dooms launched, are you going to return to the future?”

“Not yet,” Karzz answered. “I will remain on twentieth-century Earth for three more days, to observe and make sure the four dooms are properly building up to their climaxes. lf one or more of them seems to be halting, I will make the proper adjustments to insure their final success. Then I will say farewell to Earth...forever.”

The alien’s frosty eyes glared at Captain America triumphantly. “Rest assured that no hitch in my world-wrecking plans will occur. In eight days...sic transit gloria mundi!”

“And so passes away the glory of the world,” muttered Cap, remembering the translation from the Latin from his college days. Rage boiled. up in him now, at the smug, ruthless monster from outer space...and outer time. Leaping up, Cap slammed away at Karzz with all his power—or at the force-shell protecting him. It was futile, senseless, Cap knew. Yet he could not stop himself from hammering away, until his knuckles cracked and bled.

Karzz was laughing harshly

“Keep it up, asinine Avenger. You will never burst through my energy shell.” .

Yet suddenly, there was no invisible obstruction there, and Cap’s fist connected solidly with the alien’s chin, sending him head-over-heels.

Cap stood stunned, hardly believing it had happened. Then he leaped forward and ripped the studded belt off of Karzz, who was just dazedly picking himself out of the dirt. “Without this belt of weapon rays or your force-shield, you’re my prisoner.”

“But how can my force-shield be gone?” said the bewildered Karzz.

“Because,” rang out a new voice, “I penetrated it with my Z-ray, as I did once before in Antarctica.”

Cap whirled. “Iron Man!”

“Hi, Cap,” said Iron Man, landing with Hawkeye, whom he was towing. “We came as soon as we could, all four of us.”

“Four? But where are Goliath and Wasp?”

“Ant-Man, alias Goliath, and The Wasp rode in style,” answered Iron Man with a grin, opening a pouch in his belt. Two tiny figures crept into his palm and he lowered them to the ground. The next moment, two human figures grew magically before their eyes until they were normal size.

“That pouch was rather stuffy,” complained Goliath.

“And full of lint,” added the Wasp, brushing herself off.

“You’re all a sight for sore eyes,” said Cap happily.

But then. his face fell. “But you came too late to stop Earth doom number four.”

Briefly, he recounted the story of what the Storm Satellite would do.

“Maybe we’re too late to stop that,” said Iron Man, seizing the still-dazed Karzz, “but not too late to blackmail this fugitive from the future.”

“Blackmail?” echoed Cap.

“First of all,” explained Iron Man, “remember that we met only androids of Karzz in Antarctica and the South Seas. But this is the real Karzz now, handling the Storm Satellite’s launch in person.”

Iron Man shook Karzz like a rat.

“And now here’s the pitch, mister. It won’t do you much good to be here for the end of the world, will it? If you die too, in the holocaust you. caused, you can hardly return to the seventieth century, and carry out your conquest of space.”

Karzz paled, and Iron Man went on measuring his words grimly.

“That’s the blackmail, pal. We’re offering you a trade. Your life for the lives of three billion doomed Earth people. I'm assuming that with your future science you can somehow reverse or halt the Earth-doom processes.... Well?”

“But what if I can’t?” choked Karzz, his face distorted with fright.

“Then you still stick with us, as our prisoner, for eight days. You’1l have a grandstand seat for the big show, as earth. cracks up around your ears as well as ours.”

Karzz's face had turned to putty. Terror shone from his eyes. “I—l don’t know if the four dooms can be halted,” he stammered. “I never thought of it.”

“Well, you’d better begin. thinking now,” spoke up Hawkeye. “And if you fail...” Whipping an arrow out of his quiver, he shot it at whistling speed past Karzz’s ear. “You’re going to die a thousand deaths in the next few days, before the real thing comes. I'll use you for target practice every day, see?”

Goliath was shooting up to his full ten-foot size, and he now seized up the -trembling alien in his two mighty paws. “That is, Hawkeye will have you only in between the times I toss you around like this....”

Goliath flung the screeching alien up in the air, like a mere toy. He sailed up and up to dizzy heights before he plummeted. down into Goliath’s waiting arms with a thud that knocked his breath out.

The Wasp, in her tiny size, next came diving down to jab her sting-beam into Karzz’s shoulder. “When the boys get tired entertaining you, I’ll take over,” she promised grimly.

“And I,” added Iron Man, “would like to put you in an armored suit, like a knight, and have some daily exercise with battle-axes.”

“I think,” advised Cap mildly, “you had better listen to them, Karzz. Even though l’m the leader of the Avengers, I don’t think l could hold them back. Besides, I might just happen. to have my back turned.”

He grabbed Karzz by the neck and shook a mighty bailed fist in his face. “And in case they sluff off, I’ll use you as a punching bag every hour on the hour. Give, you worm . . . can you save Earth?”

But Karzz was laughing now, wildly. Cap let him go, surprised.

“Did he lose his buttons?” asked Hawkeye.

But Karzz did a more astounding thing, seizing an arrow out of Hawkeye’s quiver and plunging it into his chest clear through his body.

“He’s bumped himself off,” groaned Goliath, as Karzz fell to the ground.

“Pretty good play-acting. Si, señors?”

All the Avengers jerked at this new voice out of thin air—the voice of multi-lingual Karzz.

Then they saw the image of the alien’s leering face floating toward them.

“Good grief!” whispered Iron Man, toeing the fallen body pierced by the arrow. “Then this was an android too.”

“Buenos noches from the real Karzz,“ said the mocking image. “What squares you Avengers are! Under my control, my guided android pretended fear and helplessness just to carry out -the farce to its end. I have made utter fools of five great champions of earth.”

They all looked the way they felt...miserable. Victory had been snatched out of their hands.

“Let me explain,” went on Karzz. “I sent out my three androids from the start, to Antarctica, the South Seas, and the Sahara. l myself have been safely hidden in a secret haven all the time. Where? You’ll never guess. I still must stay three days to make sure the four Earth dooms are coming on schedule. Well, Avengers? An American phrase is most apt at this point: Cat got your tongue?”

None of them had anything to say.

“Farewell,” said the image, receding and fading away. “You’ll never find me in my hidden haven.” A last mocking laugh...then silence.

There was an awkward silence among the five Avengers too. At last, Hawkeye spoke up lamely: “If mankind is doomed, simple—we resign from the human race.”

Nobody laughed or even cracked a smile. Hawkeye dramatically drew out an arrow and pretended to stab himself, as the android had.

“Three days to search the whole world. for Karzz, without a clue,” said Cap, voicing the thoughts of all of them. “We haven’t got a ghost of a chance. Where would we look first?”

“In the sea,” said Iron Man calmly, looking at an instrument he had slipped out of his belt. “That’s where his image-broadcast came from. You see, after that episode Hawkeye and I had in Antarctica, first meeting that image-gimmick, I returned to my lab and worked on the problem before coming here, figuring Karzz would use the trick again.”

He tapped the transistorized instrument. “I devised an image-tracer covering every known kind of carrier wave in the spectrum—gamma rays, X-rays, Ultraviolet, optical, infrared, radar, and radio waves. I also hooked in the range of cosmic radiation and the area Where electrons, neutrons, protons, and mesons operate as wave particles. I left nothing to chance.”

He looked at his wristwatch. “I'm waiting for the 'built-in thumbnail computer to analyze all the data and pin down the exact spot undersea where Karzz is hiding.”

“Superscience against superscience,” murmured Cap. “That will be the only way to win out over Karzz. Without you and the scientific genius you bring from Anthony Stark, Iron Man...Well, we Avengers would have nothing to avenge.”

“Ah, here are the results.” Iron Man peered at a thin tape that came out of-the side of the tracer device, imprinted with mathematical data.

“Hmm . . . According to latitude and longitude figures, Karzz is in some sunken hideout in the deepest part of earth’s oceans-—-down in the Pacific Trench between Hawaii and Japan, seven and a half miles deep.”

“But how do we get there, and what do we do?” Hawkeye asked.

“That,” said Captain America, drawing himself up, “is something to be worked out at an Avenger conference among all of us, back at headquarters. Let’s go....”

...to Hero Histories on Friday for the Avengers' counterattack against Karzz in...
Destination Deep-Sea
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Wednesday Worlds of Wonder ALIEN WORLDS "Ride the Blue Bus"

2026-08-12T07:00:00.000-04:00

As Our Economy Collapses, We Ask "Is This the Future Don the Con has in mind for us?"

Thanks to him, we are edging ever closer and closer to it!

This never-reprinted post-apocalyptic tale by writer Bruce Jones and artist George Perez from Pacific's Alien Worlds #7 (1984) has an odd quirk.

Both Toby's friend, Juke, and the unnamed bus driver are illustrated as Black.

Yet neither is colored differently than the blond/blue-eyed Toby!

Was this deliberate?

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AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH-WRECKER "Chapter Twelve: Desert Danger"

2026-08-11T07:00:00.000-04:00

Art by Jack Kirby & Marie Severin

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Chapter Twelve: Desert Danger

For many wasted hours, Captain America had been searching the vast Sahara desert.

“Three and a half million square miles,” rode the nagging thought with him; “or almost as big as the United States. It’s like searching from the East Coast. to the West Coast, and from Minnesota down to Texas, for the Storm Satellite Launcher of Karzz.”

First he had made wide sweeps over the great desert in the Quinjet, peering down. But when fuel. ran dangerously low, he had landed at a central spot, and then broke out the emergency jeep inside the plane. It’s six wheeled drive easily negotiating even loose sand, he had made overland forays in all directions, until even the jeep’s nuclear power unit—another Anthony Stark invention—ran low.

Finally, he had unpacked the radar gear stowed in the rocketplane to slowly scan outward in a radius of 500 miles--again by virtue of a Stark invention using radar waves that “bent” around the Earth’s curvature.

Cap heard a clicking from the parked jeep. His two-way world-wide radio phone was ringing. Cap picked it up and heard Henry Pym’s voice from a transoceanic liner. “Wasp and I are heading back. for Avenger headquarters.” He gave a quick resume of their skirmish against Karzz and the Vulcan Machine.

“Hmm. So it was another android double of Karzz in the South Seas, as well as in Antarctica.”

“Right, Cap. That means you’ll run into the genuine Karzz. After we reach headquarters and rejoin Iron Man and Hawkeye, we’ll all four of us rush to the Sahara.”

“Okay,” responded Cap. “But meanwhile, I’ll be searching for him myself. Over and out.”

Cap’s thoughts were not pleasant as he returned to his radar scan-of the Sahara. Three incredible future machines had triggered. off three ghastly earth dooms. Even if Cap did succeed in halting doom number four, Earth was hardly saved. Warning the authorities was hopeless. Who could stop the giant comet plunging through space toward Earth? Or the mile-deep heat device that would melt the colossal Antarctic ice cap and flood the world? Or the world-wide fusillade of volcanoes that would erupt, started off by the Vulcan Machine?

“But I still want to get my hands on that world-wrecker,” Cap grated -through his teeth. “He won’t escape to the future and finish his conquest of space. He’ll stay here to share the end of the world with us...so help me!"

With that vow burning through his veins, the star-spangled champion turned back to his radar screen, which now showed the outlines of an old abandoned fort, completely deserted, within a straggling oasis of drooping palms. Even the well had dried up, and the place was shunned by desert travelers. All this Cap knew from the comprehensive Sahara guidebook he had foresightedly taken along.

But where were Karzz and his rocket? Out in the hot open desert itself, where the sun’s blazing. glare made radar images faint and undeterminable?

Suddenly, remembering an odd thing, Cap swung the screen back to old Fort Shahib. How could that one slender tower he had seen shine like bright metal? All the rest of the fort was stone grey with age.

Peering closely and tuning the image sharper, Cap sucked in his breath. That was no tower; it was the huge nose of a rocket sticking up within the high outer wall of the fort.

He tossed away the dehydrated K-rations he had been eating, which had been reduced to compact lozenge size by Anthony Stark’s science magic. Slinging his survival kit over one shoulder, his shield over the other, he jumped in the jeep and spun off across the wasteland.

With smooth sand before him like the natural race-tracks of Daytona Beach or the Utah Flats, Cap was able to shift his nuclear jeep into its top speed of 100 miles an hour for the three-hour trip to Fort Shahib, some 300 miles south.

It was the south-central Sahara, the most desolate area, spotted with just a few widely scattered Bedouin camps and crossed by only one long-unused camel trail of the old Arabian nomads. It was doubtful if anyone from the outside world had been here in fifty years.

Endless burning sand, rippling in the wind, stretched before Cap’s squinting, sun-dazzled eyes. He fumbled beside him and slapped a pith-helmet on his head; otherwise he’d go glare-blind in an hour.

Heat rose in invisible, suffocating waves from the shiny sands. Cap kept telling himself the temperature was only 120 degrees. He did not dare look at the windshield thermometer. If he found it registered 150 degrees, the shock might undermine his grim determination to endure the hell-hot inferno he was crossing.

He drank sparingly from his water supply, but when he picked up the canteen again and upended it, it was empty, dry. Hurling it down, he licked his leathery lips and drove on for what was another eternity, though his lying watch said only two hours had passed.

The noonday sun pitilessly poured its furnace heat down on him. Cap suddenly jerked up and swung the jeep around.

“A Nazi machine-gun nest!” he exclaimed. “What’s it doing here today, long after the war? They’re opening fire. . . .”

As at the Avenger memorial ceremonies, Cap leaped out of the jeep, shield forward, and charged. Sand flew under his feet as he warded off the hail of bullets and hurled himself headlong, his fist cracking on...nothing.

He sat up, spitting the sand out of his mouth, dazed.

“A mirage? Delusion? Take hold of yourself, boy. You're cracking up.”

He drove on, but images again swam before he eyes...and faded. Once he glanced beside him in happy astonishment to see Bucky sitting there. But that image, too, faded....

“I'm an Avenger,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “An Avenger does not crack up, hear me? if I flip my lid now, I’ll let down my Avenger pals...and the whole world...and twenty thousand future worlds.... Hang on...hang on!

He was singing “twenty thousand future worlds, baked in a pie.... What will Karzz do with them? My, my, my!” when the ramparts of the tort rose over the horizon before him. His maniacal laughter choked off.

“Karzz’s hangout,” he muttered, and once again he was Captain America, the First Avenger, alert for danger and tuned for action.

Cannily, he drove up behind the screening palms of the oasis, cutting off a direct view from the fort, hoping to surprise Karzz. He belly-crawled through, the sand, brushing aside lizards and other creatures of the desert. Soundlessly, he wriggled among stone debris where one portion of the old fort’s wall had collapsed.

Skilled in the tactics of unseen and unheard approach, Cap congratulated himself that he could have surprised a platoon of Nazis in the fort it they had been there, as he raced silently through the front gates.

“Bon soir, Captain America! Why did you go to all that trouble sneaking in?” a mocking voice greeted him. It was Karzz, pointing at a monitor screen atop an electronic box. “You have been under surveillance ever since your vehicle first approached the old fort.”

Cap conquered his first surge of disappointment. Swiftly his eyes took in the wide courtyard and the tall rocket standing on end with a gantry tower around it. Turning back to Karzz, Cap’s eyes narrowed. Was the faint purplish aura of his force-shield missing for some reason? Was he vulnerable?

Suddenly he plunged forward in a crouch, to find out.

Karzz stood unperturbed. “You are the incomparable man-to-man, face-to-face, toe-to-toe slugger that no other man on earth is a match for…except one,“ he said.

He touched a stud on his belt and a figure dashed out of a barracks doorway nearby.

Cap’s driving plunge had ground to a halt, in utter shock. The man coming toward him in a crouch, legs churning powerfully, had a round shield in front ...a uniform of red, white, and blue design . . . a winged cap...

“It’s me!” choked Cap. “Another Captain America!”

“Your android double. While you were supposedly sneaking in, my electro-scan ray was X-raying you inside and out, feeding the data into a bio-computer, which then built up a carbon copy of you, so to speak. His body and mind are exactly like yours. So, in a sense, my body-guard is...Captain America!”

Karzz finished with a devilish laugh. “Now see if you can defeat...yourself.”

Recovering from his first shock, Cap sprang forward to meet his twin’s charge. Like super football-players, two powerful figures came together with bruising. impact, their shields clanging together so loudly that the vibrations made a dozen loose bricks fall out of the crumbling wall nearby.

They both reeled back. It was almost like a parody in pantomime, the two actors doing everything the same, and reacting exactly alike.

In unison, they swung the world‘s mightiest fists at each other, to meet the world’s toughest chins. When Cap suddenly flung his shield to slice at his opponent’s legs, the second Captain America also sailed his shield in a perfect block shot, knocking Cap’s shield aside.

When Cap ran to retrieve it, his double leaped head-long to tackle him around the legs and they both crashed to the ground. Both without shields, they wrestled and tumbled. in the dirt. When Cap pulled a judo trick to hurl the android back, his double promptly rolled on his back and footed Cap away as he charged.

Karzz had watched the furious battle with an amused grin. “Very entertaining, but I have work to do. While you’re busy fighting with yourself, Captain America, I'll start the countdown for my Storm Satellite.”

The alien flipped over switches on a control board near the rocket then began counting: “Ten...nine...eight...”

It was now or never for Cap, if he hoped to stop earth doom number four—whatever it was—from being launched.

He tried a desperate ruse, facing his android double and gripping his shield as if to sling it at him again.

“Seven...six...five ...”

Cap flung the shield, but not at the android. It went to the side, at one of the stone walls of the courtyard.

Puzzled at this move, the android hesitated a moment, watching the flying shield. It was at this instant that Cap hurled himself forward, taking the android unawares and flattening him with a driving shoulder in his solar plexus. He heard synthetic bones crack within the artificial man.

“Three...two...one...”

Cap went over the fallen android, straight toward Karzz at his controls, with a flying leap.

“Ignition!” Cap heard, just before he smashed into the control box and tipped it over with a crash, staggering Karzz back.

Did Cap Stop Karzz?

Or, Will Thursday's Chapter Live Up to its' Title...

The Avengers' Darkest Hour!

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Monday Mecha Madness TERMINATOR "We Are Who We Are!" Conclusion

2026-08-10T07:00:00.000-04:00

If You Dare Witness What Has Gone Before...

...it's 2031 and SkyNet Rules the Planet!

We discover not all cyborgs are Terminators, and a kid commando with a link to someone who will one day help Save the World is learning just surviving ain't easy!

Bet you have questions galore, but you'll have to wait until September to have even some of them answered, because next week is the return of...aw, you guessed...

...with a kaiju-sized reveal as to who the enemy behind the recent attacks by organic and metallic creatures from meteors is!

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The RetroBlogs Summer Blogathons CHILL You and THRILL You...

2026-08-09T07:00:00.000-04:00

...with a Just Concluded Gothic Romance Beach Read Full-Length Graphic Novel...

...plus the ongoing re-presentation of Marvel Comics's Never-Reprinted Premiere Prose Novel from Over a Half-Century Ago...

...both here at Atomic Kommie Comics and Hero Histories, featuring an antagonist who not only has never appeared in a Marvel Comic, but has never actually been visualized/illustrated!
You Think That's All We Got?
Hoo-Boy, Are You Wrong, Bunkie!
Be Here Next Sunday as Both Secret Sanctum of Captain Video and Seduction of the Innocent Co-Present a Never-Reprinted, almost Half-Century-Old Tale!
What is It?
You'll Find Out...in a Flash...AAAA-AAAAH!

Space Hero Saturdays JET POWERS "Fleets of Fear!"

2026-08-08T07:00:00.000-04:00

When Last We Left Jet Powers...

...oh, heck, I'll let writer Gardner Fox and artist Bob Powell explain what happened in the previous story...

He stops alien invasions and solves matters of the heart!

Jet Powers is truly a Renaissance Man!

Sadly, this was his final appearance in sci-fi...but not in comics.
When next he appeared, several months later, it was as "Army Air Ace" Jet Powers in the revival of Magazine Enterprises' WWII title American Air Forces!

Though he looked and sounded like the space-adventure hero, down to the curly white hair, there was no reference to his being a scientist, nor any use of sci-fi elements in the new Korean War-set stories!
This particular tale from Magazine Enterprises' Jet Powers #4 (1951) was one of two sequels to separate cliffhangers featuring the hero in the previous issue.
It's unusual that a series would have a pair of unrelated cliffhangers for one character in the same issue, but that's what writer Gardner Fox and artist Bob Powell did!

Considering the previous issues had inter-related stories in the same book, I wonder if this was a case of the first parts of a pair of two-part stories being completed, but the second parts weren't ready when the deadline crept up on them.

(In those days, comics had to come out on schedule since they were dependent on their status as periodicals to qualify for lower postage/shipping rates.)

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Friday Fun BIG APPLE COMIX "Battery's Down"

2026-08-07T07:00:00.000-04:00

Like many people, Chicagoan Alan Weiss came to New York City to seek fame and fortune...

...and the Midwestern man who became an established comics illustrator shared a (supposedly only-slightly exaggerated version of his first days in NYC in the late 1960s...

Note: may by NSFW due to a couple of common-to-the-era racial stereotypes in this never reprinted tale.

A link to a website selling Alan's originals HERE!

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AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH-WRECKER "Chapter Nine: Sunken Sabotage"

2026-08-06T07:00:00.000-04:00

Art by John Buscema & Vince Colletta

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Chapter 9: Sunken Sabotage

Meanwhile, Captain. America was driving the Quinjet away from the South Pacific. He had left Goliath and the Wasp on a centrally located island, whence their search for the third Earth doom would begin.

As the speck disappeared in the blue skies, the Wasp turned to Goliath. “What a search we've got ahead of us, High Pockets! There are hundreds -of islands, small and large, in this group. On which one is Karzz the Conqueror operating?”

“He’s probably not even here yet,” Goliath answered. “Remember that on our flight here, Cap picked up Iron Man.’s radio call, telling how they had found Karzz there with his Infrared Beamer. So he can hardly be here with his Vulcan Machine.”

“Then that means we have to wait for him,” said the girl, happily. “In that case, Big Blue Eyes, why don’t we pitch a little woo?” ‘

Her arms encircled him and her lips drew close to his, temptingly. But his lips began to move upward, out of reach.

“Oh, you spoiler!” she pouted. “Why did you shoot up to your ten-foot size and frustrate me?”

“Because this isn’t the time or place for the Romeo and Juliet bit,” retorted the giant. “After all, 'We’re on Avenger business.”

“Oh, fine!” said the disappointed girl. “You and your sense of duty! Here we are alone on a desert isle—well, a tropical isle—and what’s on your mind? Anything but romantic thoughts. Sometimes I could kick you, Henry Pym.”

“You couldn’t reach that high,” said Goliath with grin. Then he became serious. “Listen, Wasp. Its possible that Karzz came here first, before going to Antarctica, and left the Vulcan machine operating under automatic or remote controls. So -our hunt should begin immediately. That’s why there’s no time for moonlight and roses.”

“Okay,” sighed the girl. “What’s the plan?”

Goliath was now shrinking back to human size, but he didn’t stop there. “Shrink down with me, Wasp,” he called from her knee. “In insect size, we can visit the islands one by one and find out what’s cooking in the alien’s pot.”

Willing herself to reduce, the girl also began shrinking until both of them stood in a towering forest—of grass.

Almost immediately, a lumbering tiger-beetle charged them. from under a rock.

“Look out!” yelled the Wasp.

The tiny Ant-Man, with the strength of a Goliath, met the charge with a swinging fist that cracked the beetle on its snout. It paused dizzily. This gave Ant-Man time to grasp its hard shell at one side and heave mightily. The beetle flipped over on its back, helplessly waving its legs in the air.

“Have fun working your way upright,” said the miniature Goliath. He turned to the Wasp. “You can shoot out wings at will and fly, but l need a flying steed of the insect world, like the Flying Ant I once used.”

He pointed upward. “And why not a classy type like the one up on that flower?”

Above them, a butterfly drank of the blossom’s nectar, its gauzy wings slowly opening and closing, oblivious to the world in its ecstasy of feasting. Putting a finger to his lips, Ant-Man began climbing the stalk of a nearby flower that towered higher than where his quarry ‘perched. '

When he reached the topmost blossom, he stood on the petals and leaped, straight down onto the butterfly’s back. Like a bucking bronco, the startled butterfly flapped into the air, twisting and darting wildly.

“You won’t shake me off,” sang out Ant-Man, his legs straddling its thorax and his hands holding onto the edge of its carapace. After the butterfly had exhausted itself, the micro-man reached and seized its two feathery antennae at the base, letting them slide through his hands until he gripped the ends tightly.

“My reins,” he called down. “The butterfly will be sensitive to the slightest pull right or left and turn that way.”

He demonstrated, making the butterfly turn gracefully into an immelmann turn and then zigzag gently on even keel.

The Wasp now came flying alongside under her own power.

“If it were a horsefly,” she said in a tinkling voice, “you’d be a horseman. What are you on a butterfly—a butterman?”

Ant-Man smiled wanly. “Nice try, Wasp. But I can’t be cheered up. There’s too much at stake here. Now, let’s go. There’s nothing suspicious on this island, so it’s on to the next one.”

Guiding his gaily colored mount upward, Ant-Man headed for a nearby island, with the Wasp pacing him. A prevailing breeze increased their speed and blew them swiftly across the intervening waters.

They circled over the small atoll, finding it barren of any human habitation or any man-made structure.

“We drew a blank here,” said Ant-Man. “On to the next island...and the next...”

They lost count of the tropical isles they visited, some inhabited by natives, some thriving with modern industry, but none of them harboring the slightest sign of an alien machine at work.

They had no survival kits along, for they could not have reduced those to tiny size. But they drank of flower nectars, sweet and satisfying. And when tired, they slept for a short time snugly in tulip-like blossoms, cushioned with soft pollen. All the Avengers had trained themselves to do without sleep for longer stretches of time than other people could endure.

"Feeding his butterfly mount at a lily-like “drinking trough,” Ant-Man felt discouraged. “Are we on a wild-goose chase trying to locate our alien friend?”

Flying over the next island, they looked down into a crater. “Many of these islands are volcanic in origin,” the pointed out. “Very few are live volcanoes, however. “This one is deader than a doornail. . . .”

BLAMMMM!

At that moment, with a deafening blast, the supposedly dead volcano split open and erupted flame and smoke.

“Quick!” gasped Ant-Man. “Fly higher.”

Gaining altitude, they escaped the molten lava discharge that now scorched through the air and showered the surrounding Waters with fiery sparks. .

Ant-Man jerked his winged steed around as another blast sounded to the north. “Another volcano erupting,” he said, and then stared -incredulously. One after another, a string of volcanic islands stretching into the distance blew their tops.

“Great heavens!” cried the Wasp. “It’s as if a string of firecrackers were being set off.”

“Right” yelled back Ant-Man above the thunderous dln. “And set off by...Karzzz, the Conqueror!”

“What?”

“The other three dooms, he said, would involve water, air, and fire. Well, if this isn't ‘fire’ I’ll eat it.” He snapped his fingers. “Idiots, that’s what we are. The clue was right in front of -our noses all the time. Wasp, where does the name Vulcan come from?”

“Why, the ancient legend in Greek mythology of an underground god...Ah, I get what you’re driving at. Karzz and his Vulcan Machine must he down below.”

“Right,” said Ant-Man again. “And that first volcanic island that erupted may mark where he’s operating. Let's go. We’ve got to take a chance and run through the fiery hail of the eruption, down to the island itself.”

As they flew downward, great globs of molten lava sailed by, along With a blast of heated air.

“We’ll be cooked alive by the time we get there,” gasped the Wasp, her skin red from heat. “Maybe we haven’t got a chance.”

“Keep going!” snapped Ant-Man. “Our small size is our salvation. It’s like insects flitting through a hail of shells and bullets, with little chance of a direct hit.”

And so, somewhat the worse for wear, they gained the sanctuary of the island’s jungle, at a spot where no forest fire had yet started, and where no rivers of molten lava had flowed.

“Down there,” pointed Ant-Man, “is a cave. It all adds up that Karzz is here, underground. In we go....”

They were thankful for the dim coolness of the cave and the outside thunders of the volcanic barrage were muted as they went in deeper. When the outside sounds were nearly inaudible, the Wasp stopped to hover in the air with a hand to her ear.... The Ant-Man heard it too.

Ahead of them sounded a deep low rumble. “It sounds like a machine all right, a big one,” said Ant-Man excitedly. “Time now to switch to human size and explore the cave system further.”

Moments later, in their normal stature, Henry Pym waved farewell to the butterfly he had been riding before. Then he took the Wasp’s hand and trotted along the winding passageways that linked a maze of natural caves under this island.

The rumble grew louder, and became a low roar. The tunnels widened out now, and they eventually stepped into a huge central cavern from which the sound reverberated. At first, in the dim underground lighting, they could see nothing except a vague hulking shape.

Then it took form as a pattern of machined parts—huge pipes, an enormous piston pump, a bulging chamber that glowed with nuclear fires, and what looked like an electronic computer system controlling it all.

“The Vulcan Machine,” breathe. the Wasp. She clutched Pym’s arm in sudden alarm. “Look…handling the master push buttons . . .”

“Karzz?” muttered Pym. “This is mighty peculiar. How could Iron Man report him in Antarctica, if he’s here?”

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Wednesday Worlds of Wonder DUKE Ray Bradbury's "The Day Negroes Left Earth!"

2026-08-05T07:00:00.000-04:00

Last Week, We Re-Presented Ray Bradbury's "The Last White Man"...

...so today we present the prequel to that tale...which was published after the other story!

This story, better known as "Way in the Middle of the Air", premiered in Other Worlds (July 1950) before being anthologized in The Martian Chronicles.

Duke, a Playboy competitor aimed at Black audiences published "The Other Foot" under the title "The Last White Man" in their premiere issue as we detailed HERE, but didn't run this prequel to it until their third issue in 1957, nor did they provide any introduction or editorial context to the story this time!

There's a scholarly article about "Way.../Day..." HERE which make no mention of this version of the story, but does state it has been left out of recent editions of Martian Chronicles!

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AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH-WRECKER "Chapter Eight: Ice Menace"

2026-08-04T07:00:00.000-04:00

Art by Don Heck

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Chapter Eight: Ice Menace

It was night when a sleek winged bullet rocketed southward, reeling oil’ thousands of miles and continuing past the southern tip of South America over the vast watery wastes at the bottom of the world. Only one hour later, night gave way to clay as they passed into the months-long polar daytime.

Ramparts of glistening ice rose -on the horizon, spreading to the right and left as far as the eye could see. The White Continent...Icebox of the World...Frozen Hell...it had been called many things in the past by hard-bitten explorers.

An enormous ice cap covered a land one and a half times the size of the United States. Uninhabited for countless ages, Antarctica had only within the past decade acquired a population of a few hundred permanent residents in scientific outposts.

“Belgium has a population density of 758 people per square mile,” commented Goliath, “while Antarctica has 1200 square miles per person. How are we ever going to find one small. being, Karzz, in that immensity?” At the controls, Cap angled the rocketplane down and flipped the toggle switch for the retractable skids to start lowering.

“A good question,” he admitted. “However, Iron Man has flying locomotion and can quickly search in all directions from any single point, so I’ll let him and Hawkeye down at the center of the continent.”

“That’s about -the coldest spot, too,” said Hawkeye with a shiver, and he drew his parka’s furred hood over his head. “Iron Pants is lucky, Wearing a heated tin suit. For me, it’s just Shiverville.”

“Keep talking and you won’t freeze,” said the Wasp soothingly. “I estimate the hot air you produce in one hour could heat a city.”

“Don’t bug me, Bug Girl,” retorted Hawkeye.

With a roar of the braking rockets at the nose, the rocketship slid smoothly to a stop in a snowfield. ‘With compact survival packs on their backs, Iron Man and the fur-suited Hawkeye stepped out into the icy blast.

“Good luck!” came from the rocketplane as it soared away again, rising steeply and vanishing in the blue sky.

Iron Man looked at his built-in wrist thermometer. “Hmm…only forty-seven degrees below zero,” he informed. Hawkeye. “A comparatively balmy day for the Antarctic.”

“Anybody who calls that balmy is balmy,” said. the archer. “let’s not just stand here and freeze by inches. Get going, and take me along.”

As agreed on before, Iron Man hooked a short length of chain from his belt to Hawkeye’s parka belt, then took oft. The jet-thrusts from his boots formed frozen-vapor plumes behind them.

“Keep your eyes peeled in all directions,” said the Golden Avenger. “If the Infrared Beamer, whatever it is, is anywhere near the size his ultramagnet was on Mount Everest, We ought t-o spot it miles away.”

But they saw nothing, though Iron Man swung in ever-widening circles that gradually covered large areas in the interior of the ice-locked continent.

“As bare as Mother Hubbard’s cupboard,” Hawkeye granted between cold blue lips.

Iron Man suddenly swung on a straightaway. “I have a hunch that Karzz may be operating along the coast instead of in the interior,” he said. Upon reaching the shoreline of sheer icy cliffs towering a mile high in places Iron Man and his passenger swung to follow the edge bordering the cold seas. They passed high over several scientific outposts, immediately recognizable by their quonset huts or low wooden barracks.

After skirting Antarctica’s rim. for hundreds -of miles, Iron Man turned sympathetically toward Hawkeye, whose skin was frosted, while tiny icicles hung from his hood over his eyes.

“I’m snug in my steel air-conditioned suit but you’re exposed to the frigid winds, Hawkeye. Want to land and build a fire to warm up?”

“N-no, I f-f-feel gr-great,” lied Hawkeye through chattering teeth. “The Wasp always s-says I’m c-c-cold-blooded anyway so th-this is my n-natural element. Keep going, Shell Head. I’m t-t-t-tough.”

Occasionally they passed a penguin flock, strutting comically. At times, skua gulls flapped past. No other animal was seen, for even the Arctic fox and polar bear would succumb in this bitter land where temperatures. could at times plunge to 130 degrees below zero. where bare, wind-swept mountain peaks rose above the monotonous Whiteness, straggling green lichens and mosses grew, and a few hardy insects were known to survive on that food.

Looking down, Iron Man suddenly saw a strange thing. “Look, Hawkeye. Tractor tread marks, but how big!”

Hawkeye gave a long low whistle as he squinted. “The tracks are a hundred fee-t wide. What kind of icemobile could be that big?”

They saw the answer soon, toll-owing the trail over the horizon. There, moving along in strange nuclear-powered silence, was a tractor-tread “tank” as big as a Warehouse. On top was a mast surmounted by a huge searchlight—from which shone forth no light at all. Yet beyond at the coast, the ice cliffs were melting into a Niagara of water that cascaded boilingly down into the Antarctic sea.

Iron Man flipped over a chest-stud, activating his long-range Telstar radiocom transmitter. “Calling Captain America. Located Infrared Beamer. Will try to sabotage it. Over and out.”

“Infrared rays are heat-beams, of course,” said Hawkeye. “Karzz is using that gizmo to melt the edges of the ice cap, but Why? If he wipes out a few scientific camps on the way, how would that be an earth-doom gimmick?”

“One way to find out is to land,” said Iron Man, swooping down; “and I mean on the machine itself.”

He had seen the plastic bubble “pilot’s room” at the front end of the Cyclopean tank. Within it sat Karzz himself, manipulating a complex electronic control board. He seemed too preoccupied to notice the two flying figures that landed feet-first nearby on the hull.

“Let’s take a quick potshot at him right off,” muttered Hawkeye, pulling an arrow from his quiver with numbed fingers.

“Right,” agreed Iron Man. “Maybe we can surprise him and blast him to Kingdom Come before he knows what happened.”

“Three...two...one...fire!” was Iron Man’s countdown.

Hawkeye let loose with the nuclear-tipped arrow, whose miniaturized explosive power was a fraction of that of an A-bomb, but still had enough blast force to pulverize a battleship.

At the same time, Iron Man extended one gauntlet and let fly with five whining rays from his fingertips, each an energy beam in different octaves of the electro-magnetic scale, with enough combined power to shatter a mountain.

The exploding arrow and multiple smash-beams reached the plastic bubble at the same time, creating a pyrotechnical display that hurt the eyes. But when. the smoke cleared, nothing had changed.

“Not even a scratch on his plastic bubble,” cursed Hawkeye. “Not an atom knocked off.”

And now Karzz was staring out at them with a mocking leer. His amplified voice came from a horn above the bubble.

“Bon jour! I expected Avengers here sooner or later. To satisfy your natural curiosity, this Infrared Beamer was constructed on my home planet by my cohorts, using seventieth-century science technology, then it was tele-transported across the time barrier in the wink of an eye to twentieth-century earth.”

“What is your aim with this buggy?” demanded Hawkeye. “Why melt ice here? Or are you going to make ice cubes for a dinosaur-sized cocktail? If this is a menace to earth, I'm a monkey’s uncle’s second cousin.”

“Then harken, anthropoid throwback,” returned Karzz bitingly, "to some Antarctic statistics. The south-polar ice cap holds ninety percent of the frozen water on earth, a total of eleven million cubic miles. If all that were melted to flood into the swollen oceans of earth, it would raise the general water level six hundred feet.

Iron Man and Hawkeye gasped.

“This would drown seventy-five per cent of earth’s major seaports under the new sea level,” Karzz recited, “and would flood inland for a thousand miles in many non-mountainous areas. The dry-land area. of earth would be reduced. to only the highlands and mountain chains, about one-tenth of. the present land area.”

Karzz grinned mirthlessly at them. “Needless to say, at least halt the human race would drown, and the rest would starve, with "all farmlands sunken underwater.”

iron Man controlled his shuddering nerves. “All well and good, but it will take you a hundred years to melt all the ice down by circling the Antarctic coast time after time.”

“True,” agreed the alien conqueror from the future. “But underneath this lnfrared Beamer is a projector radiating a ‘heat current’—I can explain it in no simpler terms—that is pouring all through the ice and building up its charge. When this reaches its peak, enough heat will be stored. ‘ to melt the entire ice cap, releasing trillions of gallons of newly formed. water into the ocean system of earth.”

“That would also create a gigantic tidal wave and smash all ships at sea!” gasped Iron Man.

“Precisely,” gloated Karzz. “I’ve thought of everything.”

“Except one thing,” barked Hawkeye. “That two Avengers will wreck your giant water-wagon, one way or another...starting now!”

“You will never have the chance,” came back coldly, “for you will be wiped out . . . now!”

“Get behind me, Hawkeye!” yelled iron Man. tensely. “My armor is impervious to any of his ray-forces.”

“Except one,” reminded Karzz, “the rust-ray.” And touching his belt studs, Karzz shot forth the same ray that on Mount Everest had begun to crumble away Iron Man’s suit, layer by layer.

iron Man did not retreat, with Hawkeye huddled behind him. He took the full brunt of the droning ray—yet nothing happened.

“You’ll notice,” said Iron Man evenly, “that no red dust is forming through superfast rust action. You see, Karzz, before coming here I did some lab work and devised a plastic-spray coating to protect my steel suit from your ray.”

“Clever,” came Karzz’s microphonic voice in grudging admiration. “Well, no matter. If I cannot destroy you, neither can you bother me within my impenetrable Infrared Beamer machine.”

“We’ll see about that, you overconfident creep,” scoffed Hawkeye. Turning to Iron Man he said, “Fly me in the air I’ve got a couple of fancy arrows to try on his motorized tin can.”

Iron Man complied, soaring hundred feet up with Hawkeye. “But can you shoot while dangling in the air like this?” he asked.

“It’s some trick,” admitted Hawkeye, trying to fit an arrow to his bow while his body twisted in the wind. But finally he aimed downward.

Whung....

“The acid arrow,” said Hawkeye. “Its head contains energized radioactive fluoric acid that can eat through glass or stone.”

The arrow landed on the top of the machine with a wet thud, spreading a yardwide stain all around. A bubbling hiss arose, but as the moments passed the fumes danced away impotently.

“All it did was clean dirt oft‘ the metal,” said Iron Man, shaking his head.

“What kind of superalloy is that?” growled Hawkeye, stunned. “But we’ve got to get inside and sabotage that jalopy. Here goes with my diamond-drill arrow.”

Spang....

Down sped a bulky arrow whose whirling diamond point was driven by a tiny transistorized electric motor. It could drill its way through ten inches of armor plate while barely being slowed. down.

When it met the hull below, it poised on end, grinding away while upheld by the torque of the spin. But gradually its speed diminished. Wobbling like a top that was running down, it finally fell flat.

Hawkeye’s face also fell, while a string of imprecations came from his lips. His fury was not lightened by the mocking, amplified voice of Karzz from his plastic bubble: “Why waste your ingenious arrows, bow-twanger? My machine is coated with a layer of neutronium, a metal made of densely packed neutrons, and ten times harder than mere diamond. Your Stone Age devices are pitiful toys.”

“That clown from the outer cosmos doesn't know it,” rasped Hawkeye, “but his deadliest weapons are those cornball clichés. If people heard enough of them, the human race would commit mass suicide.”

“My turn,” said Iron. Man, jetting them both away from the mighty machine. “See that glacier ahead? Karzz is going to skirt close past one side of it...and I've got ideas.”

Before reaching the glacier, Iron Man deposited Hawkeye on a flat snowfield. “I’ll leave you here. This is a one-man job.”

“Give him the works,” Hawkeye called after the flying figure.

The Golden Avenger soared above the gigantic glacier, beside which even Karzz’s great machine was a tiny mite. All the while, Iron Man had been rheostating up his power-units. His finger poised over a push button on his chest controls.

“Here goes,” he muttered. “An ultrasonic sound wave above the range of human. hearing, but rated at a million decibels. Nothing crystalline can stand up against it.”

As the invisible vibrations struck the glistening glacier, giant cracks appeared at the top and spread. fanwise down the sides. Awesomely, in majestic slow motion, the colossal chunk of ice split with a thunderclap, collapsing into a landslide of pieces bigger than houses.

Countless megatons of the crystalline debris crushed down squarely on top of the Infrared Beamer as it churned past, until it was buried from sight.

Circling in the air, Iron Man held his breath and listened. Not a sound. came from under the ice heap. “I think you hit the jackpot,” came Hawkeye’s thin shout from the distance. “You put Karzz on ice—for good!”

RrrrRRRRR.....

The silence was broken by the sound of tractor treads grinding powerfully. Ice chunks were hurled aside as the seventieth-century tank came crawling out from under broken glacier.

“I—I don’t believe it,” gasped Iron Man, in devastated disappointment. “Not even a dent or a scratch.”

A derisive chuckle, amplified into stentorian volume, came rolling from the machine. “Was there something in my way?”

But now the alien’s voice -turned ugly. “I see I'll have eliminate you two. You annoy me, like mosquitoes.”

The huge machine suddenly wheeled around and straight for a small figure standing unprotected the snowfield. The treads crunched forward, gathering speed.

“Hawkeye!” screeched Iron Man in horror.

“Great balls o’ fire!” choked Hawkeye, rooted to the spot as the machine loomed closer, like a juggernaut. “Karzz is going to run me down!”

The archer broke from his paralysis of fear and began running, futilely. The churning behemoth behind him gained steadily.

Like a comet, the Golden Avenger was streaking down from the sky, piling on all the jet power he could muster. But he had a longer way to go than the machine, to reach Hawkeye.

Death flew alongside Iron Man. Which of them would reach Hawkeye first?

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Monday Mecha Madness TERMINATOR "We Are Who We Are!" Part 1

2026-08-03T07:00:00.000-04:00

When Last We Saw Our Future Filled with Homicidal Robots...

...things are definitely not going well for the humans of 2031..only five years from now!

To Be Continued Next Monday!

Scripted by Publisher/Editor Tony Caputo, penciled by Tom Tenney, and inked by Jim Brozman, this never-reprinted story from NOW's Terminator #2 (1988) adds some interesting backstory to the scarce info then available about the future cyber-controlled Earth!
(Terminator 2: Judgement Day didn't come out until 1991, and, until then, there were novels, comics, and games to flesh out (as it were) the history of Earth...and most of them have since been shown to be apocryphal/not canon!)

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The RetroBlogs Summer Blogathons March On...

2026-08-02T07:00:00.000-04:00

Art by Jack Kirby & Frank Giacoia

...as we continue the re-presentation of the never-reprinted very first Marvel Comics prose novel from 1967. The Avengers Battle the Earth Wrecker by Otto Binder, with four chapters per week both here and our "brother" RetroBlog Hero Histories (where you'll find the next chapter tomorrow!)

Feature Comics #71

We've wound up our re-presentation of the only multi-issue/multi-title crossover between two Golden Age Heroines at, (where else?) our "sister" RetroBlog Heroines!
You can read all three chapters (with two stories per chapter) HERE!

And, tomorrow begins our annual week-long Beach Read re-presentation of a book-length Gothic graphic novel at another "sister" RetroBlog, True Love Comic Tales!

The Fun Never Stops During RetroBlogs' Summer Blogthons!

Space Hero Saturdays CAPTAIN SCIENCE "Cat Men of Phoebus"

2026-08-01T07:00:00.000-04:00

When Last We Left Our Space-Faring Heroes...

After defeating a threat to the Earth by aliens who crash-landed on the far side of the Moon, Gordon Dane and Rip waste no time in dealing with another group of aliens who just kidnapped Luana from their headquarters...

The art on this never-reprinted story from Youthful's Captain Science #2 (1950) is by Gustav Schrotter.

The writer is unknown.

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Friday Fun BIG APPLE COMIX "A Nice Place to Visit, But..."

2026-07-31T07:00:00.000-04:00

We New Yorkers are proud of our metropolis...

...and we deal appropriately with those who put it down, as exemplified by this short scripted and illustrated by Marvel writer/editorial assistant Linda Fite, who, no doubt, based it on real-life visits from irritating out-of-towners!

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AVENGERS BATTLE THE EARTH-WRECKER "Chapter Six: Montaintop Battle"

2026-07-30T07:00:00.000-04:00

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Chapter Six: Mountaintop Battle

Re-entry came now as they slammed into Earth’s atmosphere. The leading edges of the craft's wings began to glow cherry-red. But the molybdenum-tantalum alloy skin of the Quinjet could withstand any air-friction temperature as they slanted down toward the towering white-capped Himalayas. When aerodynamic control came back, at mere supersonic speed, Iron Man skillfully maneuvered the ship through cloud banks and mists in the mountain system to keep hidden from watching eyes on Mount Everest.

A burst of rocket power at level flight sent them gliding down into a snowfield just below the rim of Everest’s peak. They landed on the retractable skids that had been lowered, plowing up a spray of snow.

“Parkas, anyone?” asked Iron Man, pointing to the fur suits stashed in ceiling receptacles. “It’s cold outside, Well below zero.”

“I expect enough action,” said Cap grimly “to be plenty Warm.” The others nodded.

“Hawkeye and Iron Man will stay here as planned,” said Cap after they stepped out. “The other three of us will approach from three directions. Goliath and Wasp will assume their fighting forms at their own discretion. Okay, this is it....”

With an unvoiced exchange of glances that said “Good luck,” Goliath, Captain America, and the Wasp spread out a hundred yards apart and slowly advanced up toward the ramparts of the peak. They all shivered in the icy winds, but as Avengers they were inured to hardships and discomforts that would incapacitate other people.

Cautiously, they looked over the final ridge. The mighty magnet machine came into sight first, towering high and surrounded by its eerie nuclear glow. Then, as their sight came to eye level, they saw Karzz...facing them with a mocking smile, he swung his gaze to each of them.

“Dumbkopfs,” he greeted them sneeringly. “Did you think to sneak up on me unawares? My ultramonitor saw your craft approach and land. I presume you have come to play the same game Iron Man did. The game of 'Save the Earth', which you will lose.”

He waved at his monstrous machine.

“You won’t wreck my ultramagnet, which is pulling the giant comet into its proper collision course with Earth.”

“Even from yards away, they could see his frosty eyes flash defiantly.

“Five against one, but I can easily hold you off. Earth science pitted against mine is like an atom pitted against a star.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Captain America gratingly, and then he raised his voice to shout, “Avengers Assemble!”

Goliath had already assumed his giant ten-foot size, and he ran forward to pick up a huge boulder weighing at least a ton. Mighty muscles propelled it straight at Karzz, who turned to face the oncoming juggernaut without flinching.

Incredibly, striking the force-field aura in front -of him, the hard stone shattered into countless pieces.

“Yes, we know you’re shielded from the front,” came Captain America’s voice behind him. “But Goliath’s move was only to make you face that way, while I—”

Having raced across the wind-swept rock at his super-Olympic pace, Cap was already within reach. In one head-long plunge, he hurled his body straight at Karzz’s back, ready to send him off his feet with a knockout blow.

Klang!

Though Karzz had not turned, Cap’s shield met another kind of invisible shield and bounced back, nearly knocking out Cap himself.

Slowly turning, Karzz said softly, “After Iron Man taught me that I was vulnerable from the rear, naturally I fixed up my force-field shield to curve all around me. I am now invulnerable from all sides…voilà!”

His hand went to his belt. “Now, spangled Avenger, let us see if your shield can save you from my repertory of weapon rays.”

Lurid beams sprang forth—purple, red, green, blue—each carrying a different form of destruction. But Cap’s shield, coated by Anthony Stark’s inventive genius with a superalloy impervious to known forces, deflected them all. Cap drove forward again. and slammed into Karzz’s force-field aura with such muscle-driven power that Karzz—force-field and all—was shoved back several yards.

“Ach du lieber, what manner of man is that?” said Karzz, startled.

Cap was not just making a grandstand play. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen Goliath lumbering toward the giant magnet. He had distracted Karzz from turning and noticing.

Reaching the machine, Goliath put his great arms around one of the steel-truss support legs and heaved mightily. Could he topple the gigantic contraption? Metal groaned as Goliath grunted, straining every massive muscle.

Karzz heard, and whirled as Captain America bounced back again from his force-shield. “Colossal fool!” shouted Karzz. “My dis-beam will turn you into a puff of nothingness.”

He touched a stud on his belt and the ray sprang forth, disintegrating rock close to Goliath.

“My next shot,” Karzz warned, “will get you....Yeow!”

The last was a pained yell as something sharp jabbed into his hand before it pressed the dis-beam button. Something tiny flew before his face, buzzing angrily.

“Some earthly stinging insect,” he muttered. Then. his eyes opened wide. “But it seems to have human form!” he gasped.

“Meet the Wasp,” shrilled a thin voice. “A member of the Avengers. I have the ability, as you can see, of shrinking to insect size.”

“But my force-shield,” said Karzz in a puzzled tone. “How did you get past it?”

“Simple,” buzzed the tiny girl. “I suspected that it’s only a half-shell, stretching down -to the ground. But where the ground is uneven, there are small crevices under the edge of the shield. I slipped through one.”

She had been hovering before his face, vibrating her gauzy wings. Now she swooped down, calling back, “I stopped you from shooting your dis-beam at my man. And now, to keep you too busy to oppose the other Avengers . . .”

A series of howls came from the alien, and he began doing a wild dance as the Wasp’s sting-ray from her wrist device stabbed him again and again, all over his body.

Seeing this, Captain America jumped up and yelled: “Hawkeye! Iron Man! The Wasp is entertaining Karzz. This is our chance to wreck his ultramagnet. Come on.”

Hawkeye and Iron Man came charging, grinning at the cavorting figure of Karzz, trapped with the tiny stinging girl inside his own protective energy shell. Cap joined them, and they raced up to where Goliath was still heaving away but unable to overturn the huge machine.

“Karzz has only a flat shield above it,” said Iron Man, pointing to where another meteor, drawn down by magnetism, spanged off the force-field there. “He has no complete shell around. it, as with himself. That means we can wreck the unshielded machine from down here.”

With that, Iron Man rheostated up his transistorized power and shot a thin laser-beam from a finger of his right-hand gauntlet. The beam began slicing through steel struts as if through butter.

Hawkeye was already joyfully pulling an arrow from his quiver. “Watch the blast arrow do its stuff,” he sang, letting fly, whizzing between struts into the heart of the machine, the bulbous tip of the arrow exploded violently, shattering wires and causing short-circuit sparks.

Unable to help directly in the destruction, Captain America pointed out key sections of the machine for Iron Man and Hawkeye to aim for. “And keep "heaving, Goliath,” he called out. “The whole structure is weakening fast.”

With one last Herculean effort, the man-mountain lifted one support leg clear of the ground. Then, as Iron Man burned through a connecting cable, Goliath yanked the entire leg away.

“Timber!” yelled Cap, and they all scurried back, as the towering machine began to sway and slowly topple. It crashed full length with a resounding thud that shook the whole mountain. Electric discharges flashed. through the wreckage.

“I guess the stinging party is over,” sang out the Wasp, flitting down under the edge of Karzz’s force-shell and rejoining the other Avengers. “Good work, boys. No more supermagnetic force is pulling that giant comet toward Earth.”

“No, but it doesn’t matter...now,” snarled Karzz, approaching and rubbing the bumps the Wasp had raised on his face with her stinger. “I neglected to inform you that my ultramagnet needed only ten more minutes of operation since you arrived to pull the comet into an unalterable collision course with Earth, at top speed.”

He grinned devilishly. “And our battle took eleven minutes before you wrecked it. In other words, Avengers, you failed to stop the approaching Earth doom. To quote from Earth’s French language...c’est la guerre.”

The Avengers looked at each other, dismayed. Karzz had held the trump card. after all.

“But just why are you here to destroy Earth?” queried Captain America.

“Yes,” said Iron Man. “Yon boasted to me that you were Karzz the Conqueror, and spoke of the many galactic worlds that fell to you. Why are you switching from conquest to destruction of Earth?”

“You may as well hear my story, since you can’t stop me anyway,” answered Karate, his frosty eyes mocking them. “I am from your future, some five thousand years from now. Call it the seventieth century, by earth reckoning. My home world, in that future time, was in the solar system of the star you call. Vega. First, as a master-mind of warfare, I conquered, my own planet and people. Then, building a space warfleet, I swept out and took over all of our solar system. But even that did not satisfy me.”

He waved an arm dramatically, as if to include the universe.

“I organized an inter-galactic fleet of war rockets and drove out among the nearby stars. World after world fell before me and became part of my grand cosmic empire. At each planet it was veni, vidi, vici.”

“I came, I saw, I conquered,” murmured Iron Man, as it he were in school.

“Alexander, Napoleon, and Hitler were pikers compared to you,” said Hawkeye. “Throw in Genghis Khan too.”

Ignoring him, the alien Warlord went on. “In time, spreading out from my corner of the .Milky Way, I ruled half the galaxy---a total of ten thousand inhabited worlds.”

“Ten thousand Worlds?” murmured Cap in awe. It was on a scale so vast the human mind could hardly comprehend it.

“I was still young,” continued Karzz, “and my ambition was no less than conquest of the entire galaxy with its twenty thousand inhabited planets—but something blocked my plans.”

“Aha!” spoke up Hawkeye. “You ran into a world tougher than yours, with a warfleet you couldn’t lick, eh?”

“Jawohl,” spat out Karzz, his face darkening. “This other world had a technology superior to my own. They had superscience weapons that decimated my fleet, crushed my power, and smashed my hard-won empire.”

“That world,” whispered Cap, suddenly drawing in his breath...“was it called—Earth?”

The others started, in blinding insight.

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