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The Unspeakable Horror Wrought by Liefield

Not for minors under 18

Rob Liefield, infamous comicker of some mysterious renown, was conscripted to write and illustrate an adult graphic novel during the midst of the drinking and pill binge, easily at its lowest depth. The resulting graphic novel, finished nearly a year late and with iron skin reguarding any and all editorial advice, was described as The Unspeakable in trade paperback form.

An endless parade of poor proportion, skewed perspective, vaguely-to-extremely constipated expressions, poses only people killed by giant robot crab claws can take, and, as many will howl at the light of the moon, actual nudity goes down in the dread tome.

It should be noted that, though many, many attempts have been made to burn all copies of the Unspeakable Horror, fire refuses to touch the work. Suggestions on rocketing them into the sun have been rejected, in the case the sun would rather commit solar seppuku rather than accept The Unspeakable on its surface.

It has been suggested that The Unspeakable horror be cast into The Holy Incinerator, however, critics of this theory point out that since the Holy Incinerator isn't actually very, very holy, or even holy, that it would simply be a waste of time and reduce the coolness of the Holy Incinerator by leaps and bounds.