Enjoy this oversized bowl of pasta in this darkened olive oil warehouse.
Vines are a lot stronger in dimension X.
This cover photo, the title of the book, and the subtitle seem to have no relation to each other. But then again, turtleneck. So there’s that.
I’m guessing the artist just doesn’t like painting feet.
Crossed arms = tension
Note to writers: “Blood Sport” title has been used already a few times
I’m fighting you, Abner.
This is a weird one. It calls itself a fotonovel and appears to be a comic book-like sequence of movie stills, with the dialogue placed like cartoon bubbles. Also, whatever movie it’s from looks awful.
Blood Sport. Nothing says death like a tiny, smiling Jockey tipping his hat to you.
This mutant has two eyes. What a freak.