Rat Queens is one of my favourite books. I love Rat Queens. This week we are delived a little spin off from Rat Queens as we take a closer look into one of the bit character’s past. The character is Braga, which is a vicious orc who seems to be a great asset to the Queens when it comes to battles. If you read Rat Queens then you are most likely a fan of Braga and enjoy the scenes she is in.
This issue gives the background of how Braga was suppose to take over as leader of the orcs but refused because of her disagreement of her fathers wishes to rule. Braga wants peace, Braga wants to fight that orc desire inside her to tear apart any enemy that moves. The issue has epic battles, a brother’s betrayal and moving moments. It is written well, the art is good, it is a neat little story. But why does it exist? I don’t mind the idea of a bunch of spinoffs about the bit characters of Rat Queens but this feels forced. Braga so far has been the orc who tears things up on the battle field. I don’t really want to know Braga’s past. I kind of like assuming that she has been through a lot and is ready to just get all that anger of the past out on the battle field. I think it is easier to relate to a character like Braga when we didn’t know what she had been through. At some point in time something happened that numbed her. Now that I know the specific details I relate less than before. I would have been happier with just a regular issue of Rat Queens this week.
Again this is a well written issue, for a series that I love. I just did not need this issue.
“MOTHERFUCKIN’ TITTY SUCKIN’ TWO BALL BITCH, PING PONG PUSSY WITH A WOODEN DICK!”
That’s right motherfucks, I’m back to swearing up a storm in this weeks Drawing Lines. After restraining myself from letting the expletives fly in last weeks post, I’ve decided this time to go all out – blitzkrieg style. That opening line there, you know the one about “Motherfuckin’ titty suckin‘” was something that my friends and I use to say back in grade school. We would have cussing competitions to see who could come up with the longest string of cuss words and still form a coherent sentence. Although I’m not sure how coherent “Two ball bitch” is, still it worked. It was like goddamn profane haiku – and my friends and I were masters. Funny thing is, as much as I swear and shit, I have this “switch” I can flip and turn off the cussing in an instant – which comes in handy around kids and my parents, who just wouldn’t understand what a “Ping pong pussy” was or just what “The dick don’t stop till the pussy goes flop.” means. Speaking of pussies, have you seen this weeks Freeze Frame? Funny shit my friends, funny shit. Oh and speaking of funny shit, check out these bullet points!