Kirin grabbed some rope out of the garage and ran to the basement. She tied one end of the rope around her waist and the other end around the water pipe on the opposite end of the room. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked to the wall. “Well, Textbox, wish me luck,” she said, “And if I don’t make it back, make sure to keep this site running.”
“Are you nuts? I’m coming with! And there’s nothing you can do about it!” Textbox exclaimed. Kirin opened her mouth to say something snarky, but thought better of it.
“Thanks Textbox,” she said quietly. She glanced again at the unassuming cinder-block wall. “Well, here goes nothing,” she muttered as she stepped into the portal. As soon as she did, she felt an odd pull at her navel and her vision was filled with bright hues of pinks, neon greens, electric blues and blinding yellows. There was the sensation that she was being dragged, but she was unsure of how far and for how long. The rope around her waist reached its limit and dug into her ribs. She stopped abruptly and had the wind knocked out of her by the pull of the rope. She stood there for a moment, gasping for breath. “That was not fun,” she muttered as she rubbed her very bruised ribs.
“Yeah, probably should have warned you about that,” Textbox said.
“You think?” Kirin grumbled. She glanced around and realized that she was standing in space. Stars twinkled below her feet and a purple and blue planet loomed above her. In front of her, there was a mirror adorned with gold gilding molded into unicorns. “What is this place?” she asked in awe. Lights zoomed past her on all sides.
“I don’t know, some inter-dimensional highway maybe,” Textbox suggested. Kirin walked over to the mirror, her footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. She gasped.
“Textbox, look. It’s me, on the computer.” The Kirin in the mirror sat with her back to the two, typing on her computer. She looked older, perhaps in her early twenties and her shoulders where shaking as she typed. She abruptly stood up and left the bedroom, leaving the computer screen visible. Kirin was suddenly overwhelmed with curiosity. “Let’s see what I was writing,” she muttered.
Hello, I’m a Unicorn. It’s been a while, and I’m sorry for that, but I think I’m ready. I’m ready to talk about him again. So, let’s dig into Deadpool: Wakandan Vacation.
The opening page shows a chibi style drawn Deadpool with facing away from the reader. He doesn’t want to do an story, so he suggests running an old issue that never got printed because of an problem with the Comic Code Authority. For anyone who is unfamiliar with the stupidity that is the Comic Code Authority, it was formed to self regulate comic books after concern that comics were promoting juvenile delinquency. The censors went overboard, regulating everything from gore to even the types of slang used, but that’s neither here nor there. The story proper begins with Cable and Deadpool emerging from a timewarp. They arrive in the Kingdom of Wakanda in the year 1968. Deadpool decides to take a vacation at the local resort while Cable decides that the two are no longer a team and leaves. Deadpool checks into the resort and after a random fight scene for the sake of a pretty funny joke, a meteorite falls from the sky and into a mound of vibranium (a metal that absorbs sound). In the meteorite, there is a puzzle piece.
He discovers the puzzle piece and is then enlisted by Uatu, The Watcher, and a very punny Ruler of Time to find the rest of the pieces of the puzzle. So, in the sled that he is given as a gift, Deadpool must go on a mad road-trip to the Savage Land, the Negative Zone, China, Asgard, and horror of horrors, the 1990s. Along the way, he manages meets and annoys two teenage T-rexes, Mangog, the Thing, Fin Fang Foom, and a Cosmic Baby who is capable of powering Asgard with his–er– excrement. Comic books are weird.
Overall, this is a fun issue. It’s insane and has a lot of obscure characters and places for new readers, but is told in such a way that no one is lost. I really like how far they went to make this look like a comic out of the Silver Age, from the Jack Kirby-esque art style to the coloring and the layout of the panels. It really looks like a comic from that time period. This is what I wish Batman ’66 would do with at least one story. The story itself is a lot of fun and has some really good jokes, and, right now, I think I could use a little laughter. So what are you waiting for? Read it now. And Textbox, rest in peace.
The Kirin in the mirror entered the room and paused before sitting down in her rocking chair. She whipped around. The younger Kirin recoiled in shock at the scars running down the older one’s face. “Kirin, I can’t see you, but I know you’re there. We haven’t got much time, so I’ll try be as clear as possible. There is something out there. Something more dangerous than the invasion of Earth. And the key to destroying it is found in an old tome buried under the willow in Fairy Creek. Please, have better luck than me, and beware the evil below the house. It will manifest as–” The door blew open the the lights went out in the room. “It’s here. Good luck, and avoid the Temple of the–” Her warning was cut short by the mirror shattering. Kirin leapt back to avoid the broken glass.
“Now what?” Textbox asked. Kirin shrugged and pulled out her communicator.
“I’ll message Lilly and Eli, but even then, I have no idea how to find them,” she replied.
“Well, maybe they’ll find us. This place seems to have a mind of its own,” Textbox replied. Kirin tilted her head.
“You seem to know a lot about this place, care to tell me about it?” she asked.