Ink and paper...
Zero-Hour 0, X-Men #1 (I have all four versions of this), Generation X #1, Gambit's First Mini-Series #1
That's all a comic book is.
Ink on paper. It sounds simple, but as any comic fan knows, it's so much more.
That ink on paper creates words, images, stories, battles, wars, banter and stories that you can just get sucked in to.
(Rise of Apocalypse Mini-Series #1, Incredible Hulk, destruction of Pantheon, End of Alpha Flight, X-Cutioner's Song Part 1, AoA Alpha, AoA Omega)
I've been a comic fan since the early 90's. Diving headfirst into the X-Men and never looking back.
Today, as I continued to the great room cleaning project, I found a plastic crate full of my comics.
Some in good condition. And some not.
X-Factor--Death of Jamie Maddox, Wolverine--Death of Mariko, Magneto Returns, Cyke and Phoenix get hitched, The very first Venom Mini-series #1, Magneto rips the adamantum from Wovlie.
But the weird thing is, no matter how crinkled or dogearred some of the books are, I can't get rid of them.
It sounds weird to refer to these 30 pages of ink and paper as something more than just a story, but I do have a sentimental feeling for them.
For instance, I can remember how hard I fought to find every issue of "X-Cutioner's Song." An X-Book crossover that dealt with Strife, the clone of Cable, shooting Prof. X, pitting X-Force against X-Factor and the X-Men. It was my first venture into collecting.
Superman Dies
Superman Lives.
And alot of those issues now are in awful condition. Horrendous. Hell, part 12 is missing the cover.
But I can't get rid of it. I refuse to.
Probrably two or three will actually be worth money some day, but I don't think I can ever throw them out.
It's ten years of my childhood. You can't just throw away your childhood.