Swamp Thing 17 (1975)
The Destiny Machine
I’ve always felt that this cover was Swampy’s boston terrier look. His strangely proportioned face and pug nose is a little disturbing. Maybe it’s because this is a dog filled issue.
Robot hugs! Some delightful fan hired a sky writer to spell Swamp Thing’s name for this great panel.
Bolt, again with the odd insults.
The Conclave requires all henchmen to wear the required Phantom uniform.
I would love to see a comic/short story featuring Ellery’s road to recovery.
Behold the Ultra Cerebralociter! the most cumbersome, robotic bed in all the land!
This is downright poetry. Such supple words have never graced these eyes in a fortnights length.
Amidst the confusion and chaos Conclave goon #132583 is being pantsed by a robotic dog.
This issue is a must read for the wheelchair hurling alone.
I was hoping Rod Serling would step out from behind a curtain and narrate the rest of the book. The end of this issue reads a lot like the Twilight Zone or Night Gallery.
She is in the kitchen wearing an apron which leads me to believe that she is working very hard to keep her ungrateful kids fed, clothed, clean and well behaved. The kids should be ashamed of themselves.
Love does spread like germs. You mess with Love, you get the germs.
Swampy looks like he is ready to party! Boston is exercising his frog style.
Finger Chopper/Cigarette Chopper: a must have for kids and adults alike.
Family photos are always the best photos.
Test the new scripter?
Who is Mark Schmieder from Concord, Massachusetts trying to fool?