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It's almost that other (2x) most wonderful time of the year again, so here's a story adapted from the movie Creepshow by some small-time writer named Stephen King and artist Bernie Wrightson, who should probably art all the horror comics forever. Check it!

Narrator: "For a rather simple-minded fellow, Jordy did alright...until that fateful summer night he happened to look up at the sky at just the right moment...or maybe the wrong one..."
Local hick Jordy Verrill spots a falling meteor. It does not sadly involve friendly infant Kryptonians.

Jordy's real pleased about the meteor, figuring the local university'll pay him big bucks for it. He tries cooling it down...

Jordy spills some of the meteor liquid in his blistered fingers while picking it up.

A few hours later, the grass begins to grow:

The doctor's out of town, and Jordy fears they'll end up cutting his hand off even if he wasn't.
So he decides to "self-"medicate"", which is the first I've needed to air-quote the word "medicate" inside an already air-quoted "self-medicate". Read: alcohol.

He goes for a bath, not to try and stop the growth (even he knows he's too far gone for that), but just to numb the itching. Suddenly, Ghost Dad disapproves!

Naturally, come dawn's early light:

And so comes Jordy Verrill's death - which might not end up being so lonesome as advertised:


Narrator: "For a rather simple-minded fellow, Jordy did alright...until that fateful summer night he happened to look up at the sky at just the right moment...or maybe the wrong one..."
Local hick Jordy Verrill spots a falling meteor. It does not sadly involve friendly infant Kryptonians.

Jordy's real pleased about the meteor, figuring the local university'll pay him big bucks for it. He tries cooling it down...

Jordy spills some of the meteor liquid in his blistered fingers while picking it up.

A few hours later, the grass begins to grow:

The doctor's out of town, and Jordy fears they'll end up cutting his hand off even if he wasn't.
So he decides to "self-"medicate"", which is the first I've needed to air-quote the word "medicate" inside an already air-quoted "self-medicate". Read: alcohol.

He goes for a bath, not to try and stop the growth (even he knows he's too far gone for that), but just to numb the itching. Suddenly, Ghost Dad disapproves!

Naturally, come dawn's early light:

And so comes Jordy Verrill's death - which might not end up being so lonesome as advertised:

So Alec Holland!Swamp Thing gets all kinds of sweet-ass adventures, but Jordy Verrill!Swamp Thing gets a shotgun to the face? Wow. Unfair.
Anyway, that. Next Halloween post is a more fun, courtesy of some friendly neighborhood Green Lanterns. Stay tuned!
Anyway, that. Next Halloween post is a more fun, courtesy of some friendly neighborhood Green Lanterns. Stay tuned!
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Date: 2016-10-15 01:05 am (UTC)