onsdag 12 augusti 2015

Demons gotta die baby

This part of page 25 of Kill Six Billion Demons is not really indicative of the comic:
But it's a hard comic to fit within the margins of this poorly designed blog.

If I had to use one word to describe it, the word that springs to mind is "bold". It's a young webcomic - I went through the story so far in a few hours of reading, and I'm not a fast reader - and I'm not yet sure what it's about.

It seems to be about a young woman with dyed blonde hair whose very special night with her boyfriend is interrupted when a mysterious stranger shows up, shoves a brilliantly glowing key into her forehead and gets beheaded by the army chasing him (approximately in that order), which separates her skin, flesh, bones and vascular system from each other with explosive force and then puts her together in a strange place called Throne, populated by criminals, conquerors, avengers, knights, demons, angels, gods, supergods and dead hobos; made out of the corpses of the primordial creator YISUN and their servants, situated at the very heart of the world's 777 777 universes and overflowing with its own wild, spiraling, freight train-like in its self-assurance mythology, where she bumps into the angel 82 White Chain Born in Emptiness Returns to Subdue Evil and the two of them, bound to each other by debt and honor, are set by some circumstance on a mission to, well.

It's a city crawling with life in so many different shapes and sizes it boggles the mind. You'd think it doesn't matter so much, but the ubiquitousness of characters (and two-legged backdrops) that fall deeply into extremes between the bite-sized and the skyscraper-sized has a big effect. The human mind is only comfortable with a certain scale of things, and here we're never even certain what the frame of reference is by which we're supposed to judge the scale. It'd dizzying, baffling, even frightening; it makes you hesitate to look close, contrary to what you need to do to have any chance of grasping what's going on.

The author known only as Abaddon employs a loose, scribbling art style, as seen above. The linework does its job; the colors seem chosen for efficiency more than aesthetic. This, in my opinion, is the work of someone who has things to do and people to be; a furious, relentless march to pour as much of this strange world onto the page as fast as possible. This is the work of someone with complete confidence in the quality of their story, the validity of their worldbuilding, the authenticity of their characters.

Which also shows in the assorted psalms, spasms, parables and historical texts that accompany most pages as an extension of the narrative intermixed with glib comments on the story by the author. Not to mention how they're quite open about making up the story and the characters as they go along and invite the reader to contribute.

It's really a lot of information to take in, and Abaddon doesn't make it easy for the reader. I like that. Nothing worse than an author what underestimates their audience. It gets frustrating when you catch up with the comic to date and there are still so few answers, but then, that's serial publication for you.

I like the world and its people. I hate sleeping because I'm always missing stuff. Kill Six Billion Demons is one of those comics that make me wish I could sleep for years so I don't have to wait to find out what happens. But then, that'd only mean it'd be too late to be a part of it.

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