I need a fucking vacation, bloody hell.
*genuine question.
Are new readers actually enjoying this whole jumping from one existential crisis to the next schtick, without a chance to breathe and recollect our/their bearings?
Because I personally find it quite tiring. Figuratively, literally and literary.
We're barely off the starting blocks with JD, with two more months and a thousand tie-ins to go, and already we're looking at what's to come in January 2023? If this is what Hickman had to deal with...it's no wonder he bailed when he did. And I don't blame him.