I wholeheartedly believe that if the writer of this storyline, Rick Remender, were to play a game of word association with Frankencastle, he would immediately say Tequilas. Plural. This is a crazy, supernatural version of the Punisher done right. Set during the Dark Reign days of the Marvel Universe when Norman Osborn and his weird-ass hair was top cop, Norman had basically had enough of Franks s**t and sent Wolverines son, Daken, to give him a stern talking-to. And by that, I mean slice Frank into nine or ten different pieces. Naturally, Frank is reanimated by the unassuming Legion of Monsters (featuring a werewolf named Jack Russel and a giant, green Man Thing) into Frankencastle. A Japanese society known as The Hunter of Monsters Special Force and their leader, Hellsgaard, the Captain of Science, are trying to destroy the Legion and their subterranean hideaway filled with terrified creatures. At first, Frank decides that it is not his fight, however when a monster that previously offered him some food is killed at his doorstep, Frankencastle steps in. Because that burrito smelt good, dammit. Now that is how Frank would meet his end and subsequently be resurrected for the second time because, you know, comics. Hed go out in tsunami of savagery, not a bubble-bath of blah. Remender orchestrated a drastic change in the character without altering the core of what makes the Punisher tick. Plus, he had Frankencastle ride into battle against an army of cybernetic samurai monster-hunters on the back of a dragon with a god-damn Gatling gun attached to its head. You know what that is? Thats metal. Hits; The Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote-esque showdown between Daken and Frankencastle. When two opponents can take a lot of damage, the potential for violence is deliciously high. I hold three PHDs in partying with your mothers Gorgeous Tony Moore art. There is a f**king DRAGON with a GATTLING GUN on its head!
