WOLVERINE: REVOLVER
(Master, 11-17-08)
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ONE
Panel 1
Some big dank crappy
basement crowded with rough looking guys in expensive suits and the occasional
“bling” (i.e. bid, gaudy jewelry). Lots
of three-day beards (think Don Johnson on Miami Vice) and jagged
scars. The gang-o-hoods cluster around a
table. Two guys sit across from each
other at the table. Bottles of beer on
the table and a pile of cash in between them.
One guy is big and bald, head and face strangely smooth, grinning mouth
just a little too wide. The skinny punk
across from him has obviously fallen on hard times, crappy clothes, a pale
haggard face with a desperate scared expression.
1 Caption: THEY’LL
BET ON ANYTHING IN VEGAS.
Panel 2
A SLAVIC-looking DUDE
with a pinstripe jacket, black T-shirt and gold chains holds up a big silver
revolver. He grins like a jackass,
showing a gold tooth.
2 Slavic Dude: NOW
WE WILL HAVE SOME FUN, YES? ALL
YOU BASTARDS GET YOUR BETS IN, OKAY?
3 Caption: TOSS
THE RUSSIAN MOB INTO THE MIX
AND ANYTHING GOES.
Panel 3
Slavic Dude slams the
pistol down on the table between Skinny and Baldy.
4 Slavic Dude: SIX
CHAMBERS. ONE BULLET. GOOD
LUCK, GENTLEMEN.
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