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Showing posts with label daredevil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daredevil. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
The Bill August 18, 2011
I bought so much good stuff this week it's crazy. Crazier still, everything was amazingly awesome. With so much good stuff to choose from, you'd think it'd be hard to pick just one to write about. You'd think.
Come join me after the graphic and check out the best of the best.
Daredevil The Way He Should Be:
DareDevil # 2
Writer: Mark Waid
Artist: Paolo Rivera
Now this is how Daredevil should be.
Don't get me wrong, the Frank Miller-style dark, brooding Daredevil has his place, but it gets a bit tedious after a while. What made Frank Miller's take on the character so great was that it spun something new out of the old superhero yarn. Daredevil had been wallowing for years in stories that he didn't belong in, most notably one involving a time traveling robot crime boss. Something needed to be done, and Frank Miller figured it out.
He grounded the character and, in the process, made him stand out from the rest of the spandex crowd. It was totally awesome and still is to this day. The problem is that everyone now thinks it's the only way of doing Daredevil. Somewhere along the way, the baseline for ol' Hornhead went from 'Scarlet Swashbuckler' to 'depressing and near homeless'. It was okay for a while, but now it's getting more than a bit tired.
After years of Smith, Bendis, Brubaker, and Diggle all doing their best to make ol' Matt Murdock a modern day Job, it's time for Daredevil to return to his fun-loving roots courtesy of Mark Waid and Paolo Riveraa. In two issues, Waid has managed to not only keep the grounded aspect (at least so far) while still having fun in the larger Marvel Universe.
The first issue, which I didn't write about, blew me away in presentation. Clearly whatever they're paying Rivera isn't enough because the man is a freaking genius. The small touches of body language, the layouts, everything about the art in this book is pure, unadulterated instant classic. I'm officially a huge fan. It should be noted that the writing wasn't too shabby either, as Mark Waid is in top form with this book. And the good times keep rolling with issue two.
Daredevil, as he's wont to do, is chasing down the truth to a recently dismissed client. Said client's inability to find a good lawyer has perturbed our hero, sending him on a quest to find out why. The trail leads him to an abandoned electronic store where DD discovers the villain behind it all. And I must say, it's a villain who I'm surprised DD hasn't gone up against more often in the past given how their powers match up. Needless to say, I'm excited about the next issue.
It's funny, if you would have told me that Daredevil would be this much fun when it was announced months ago I would have dismissed it in an instant. Under the 'Big Shots' banner, the book looked like it would be in the same mold it had been in for years: Dark, dreary, grim, and gritty. In other words, not exactly what I jones for when I crack a cover. I am pleasantly surprised though, and recommend that you start reading it too. I promise you won't be disappointed.
Come join me after the graphic and check out the best of the best.
Daredevil The Way He Should Be:
DareDevil # 2
Writer: Mark Waid
Artist: Paolo Rivera
Now this is how Daredevil should be.
Don't get me wrong, the Frank Miller-style dark, brooding Daredevil has his place, but it gets a bit tedious after a while. What made Frank Miller's take on the character so great was that it spun something new out of the old superhero yarn. Daredevil had been wallowing for years in stories that he didn't belong in, most notably one involving a time traveling robot crime boss. Something needed to be done, and Frank Miller figured it out.
He grounded the character and, in the process, made him stand out from the rest of the spandex crowd. It was totally awesome and still is to this day. The problem is that everyone now thinks it's the only way of doing Daredevil. Somewhere along the way, the baseline for ol' Hornhead went from 'Scarlet Swashbuckler' to 'depressing and near homeless'. It was okay for a while, but now it's getting more than a bit tired.
After years of Smith, Bendis, Brubaker, and Diggle all doing their best to make ol' Matt Murdock a modern day Job, it's time for Daredevil to return to his fun-loving roots courtesy of Mark Waid and Paolo Riveraa. In two issues, Waid has managed to not only keep the grounded aspect (at least so far) while still having fun in the larger Marvel Universe.
The first issue, which I didn't write about, blew me away in presentation. Clearly whatever they're paying Rivera isn't enough because the man is a freaking genius. The small touches of body language, the layouts, everything about the art in this book is pure, unadulterated instant classic. I'm officially a huge fan. It should be noted that the writing wasn't too shabby either, as Mark Waid is in top form with this book. And the good times keep rolling with issue two.
Daredevil, as he's wont to do, is chasing down the truth to a recently dismissed client. Said client's inability to find a good lawyer has perturbed our hero, sending him on a quest to find out why. The trail leads him to an abandoned electronic store where DD discovers the villain behind it all. And I must say, it's a villain who I'm surprised DD hasn't gone up against more often in the past given how their powers match up. Needless to say, I'm excited about the next issue.
It's funny, if you would have told me that Daredevil would be this much fun when it was announced months ago I would have dismissed it in an instant. Under the 'Big Shots' banner, the book looked like it would be in the same mold it had been in for years: Dark, dreary, grim, and gritty. In other words, not exactly what I jones for when I crack a cover. I am pleasantly surprised though, and recommend that you start reading it too. I promise you won't be disappointed.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
My Secret Origin: Rebirth!
Late last week marked the end of my Twenties. It also marked my twentieth year as a comic collector, something that kind of blows my mind. So, to celebrate I embarked on a nostalgic journey across the history of my comic collecting, starting with my first run-ins with the medium and ultimately what forced me to stop for a time. Spoilers, it didn't last. Come join me now as we finish this crazy journey and explore what started my love for comics all over again.
Also, sorry for the dramatic pause between entries. Let's just say the celebrations for my annual day started a bit early and leave it at that.
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I bought my last comic in the Fall of 1999 and was determined to stick with that decision. It actually worked out pretty well, because as a poor college student I didn't have the disposable income I had when I was in High School. Plus, I didn't have the room for anything in those tiny shared dorms. For a time there life was simple, unencumbered, and honestly kind of boring. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I kind of missed comics.
Occasionally during that time, I would find myself in various comic shops and found a renewed vigor in my decision. Say what you will about the early 90s, the late 90s were even worse for comics. Piles of books with crazy intertwining story lines, bored plots, and an increasingly outdated look. The world seemed to be moving forward while comics were just wallowing.
Full disclosure, I was still buying one book (in trades) during this period: Preacher. I would argue though that Preacher was as anti-superhero that you could go in the mainstream and still enjoy on a very visceral level. In recent years, I've given Preacher to people who aren't sure about comics and have instantly gotten them hooked. It's simple, consistent art style mixed with the no-nonsense, over-the-top storytelling made for an experience that proved comics aren't just for kids anymore.
Anyway.
It was the summer of 2001 when my geek habits started to rear their ugly heads again. Living off campus, and being the responsible 20 year-old I was, I needed a job to, you know, live. After a long search, I found the best job a guy like me could want: Sales Associate at KB Toys. For a few hours a week, I was paid to hang out in a toy store with cool older geeks and it was amazing. Plus, I got a 15% discount on everything in the store. Needless to say, my status as reformed geek was in danger.
To make matters "worse", I got a new place and a new, geek-enabling roommate. A dear friend of mine to this day, this guy would encourage me to relapse on my pledge and give into all those geeky urges I was feeling. Basically, I would never want this guy to be my AA sponsor, I'm just saying. It was with him that I made my triumphant return to the San Diego Comic Con.
When I was a kid, I used to go every year, buy a load of books, and just revel in the comic audacity of it all. Returning after a few years of not collecting made me view things in a different way. Instead of hunting for expensive back issues or buying random toys, I was there for the experience of it all. I ended up with a few sketches, a handful of pictures of costumed fans, and a select few trades that seemed interesting. Even though I was in the heart of comic fandom, I wasn't quite ready to give up my pledge. Not quite yet.
While I gobbled up books like Powers, it wasn't until I saw a preview for Daredevil: Yellow that I found myself swept up in the comic madness again.
There's something about that book that defines Marvel at the turn of the century. The focus on characters over action, maybe; the non-traditional (but totally awesome) Tim Sale art (for a superhero story), maybe; Maybe, it was just at the right place at the right time. Whatever the case, Daredevil: Yellow was a turning point for me.
I recently sat down to read it again to see if it actually holds up to my high praise and I gotta tell you, it doesn't disappoint. The story's simple enough: Matt Murdock, in an attempt to get over the death of the woman he loves writes her a letter about how he fell in love with her. Starting with the death of his father through the moment he truly captured Karen's heart, the book chronicles Daredevil's early Silver Age antics through a very modern and emotional lens. Done in mostly desaturated colors and sweeping visuals, the whole thing never fails to blow me away.
It did it's job, I was totally hooked. Suddenly, I found myself as excited as I was when I was a kid to read the latest issues. But instead of collecting in the hope that one day these books would make me money, I was collecting because I loved all the stories therein. I made a conscious effort to only buy the comics that I wanted to read and, more importantly, stop getting them if they were terrible. I was reborn as a collector and the future was bright.
In the years since, I've become the 'comic guy' in my group of friends. If anyone has a question on who Thor is, or how many Flashes there are, or where Spider-Man gets all his webbing from, I'm their guy. Additionally, I've become a gateway for people looking to get into my favorite hobby, offering book, character, or storyline suggestions for anyone who seems interested. Even more fun, I've become a repository for people looking to get rid of their comics from a run of Fantastic Four to a full on seven long box collection (the inspiration for the blog, honestly). Needless to say, my collection has kind of exploded fairly recently.
And that brings us to today, where as a thirty year-old I sit proudly atop my massive collection twenty years in the making. Sure, it might be cumbersome to move and a pain in the ass to sort sometimes, but it's mine and I love it. I don't know what the future of my comic collecting will bring, but I can't wait to find out.
I hope you stick around to find out with me.
Also, sorry for the dramatic pause between entries. Let's just say the celebrations for my annual day started a bit early and leave it at that.
I bought my last comic in the Fall of 1999 and was determined to stick with that decision. It actually worked out pretty well, because as a poor college student I didn't have the disposable income I had when I was in High School. Plus, I didn't have the room for anything in those tiny shared dorms. For a time there life was simple, unencumbered, and honestly kind of boring. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I kind of missed comics.
Occasionally during that time, I would find myself in various comic shops and found a renewed vigor in my decision. Say what you will about the early 90s, the late 90s were even worse for comics. Piles of books with crazy intertwining story lines, bored plots, and an increasingly outdated look. The world seemed to be moving forward while comics were just wallowing.
Full disclosure, I was still buying one book (in trades) during this period: Preacher. I would argue though that Preacher was as anti-superhero that you could go in the mainstream and still enjoy on a very visceral level. In recent years, I've given Preacher to people who aren't sure about comics and have instantly gotten them hooked. It's simple, consistent art style mixed with the no-nonsense, over-the-top storytelling made for an experience that proved comics aren't just for kids anymore.
Anyway.
It was the summer of 2001 when my geek habits started to rear their ugly heads again. Living off campus, and being the responsible 20 year-old I was, I needed a job to, you know, live. After a long search, I found the best job a guy like me could want: Sales Associate at KB Toys. For a few hours a week, I was paid to hang out in a toy store with cool older geeks and it was amazing. Plus, I got a 15% discount on everything in the store. Needless to say, my status as reformed geek was in danger.
To make matters "worse", I got a new place and a new, geek-enabling roommate. A dear friend of mine to this day, this guy would encourage me to relapse on my pledge and give into all those geeky urges I was feeling. Basically, I would never want this guy to be my AA sponsor, I'm just saying. It was with him that I made my triumphant return to the San Diego Comic Con.
When I was a kid, I used to go every year, buy a load of books, and just revel in the comic audacity of it all. Returning after a few years of not collecting made me view things in a different way. Instead of hunting for expensive back issues or buying random toys, I was there for the experience of it all. I ended up with a few sketches, a handful of pictures of costumed fans, and a select few trades that seemed interesting. Even though I was in the heart of comic fandom, I wasn't quite ready to give up my pledge. Not quite yet.
While I gobbled up books like Powers, it wasn't until I saw a preview for Daredevil: Yellow that I found myself swept up in the comic madness again.
There's something about that book that defines Marvel at the turn of the century. The focus on characters over action, maybe; the non-traditional (but totally awesome) Tim Sale art (for a superhero story), maybe; Maybe, it was just at the right place at the right time. Whatever the case, Daredevil: Yellow was a turning point for me.
I recently sat down to read it again to see if it actually holds up to my high praise and I gotta tell you, it doesn't disappoint. The story's simple enough: Matt Murdock, in an attempt to get over the death of the woman he loves writes her a letter about how he fell in love with her. Starting with the death of his father through the moment he truly captured Karen's heart, the book chronicles Daredevil's early Silver Age antics through a very modern and emotional lens. Done in mostly desaturated colors and sweeping visuals, the whole thing never fails to blow me away.
It did it's job, I was totally hooked. Suddenly, I found myself as excited as I was when I was a kid to read the latest issues. But instead of collecting in the hope that one day these books would make me money, I was collecting because I loved all the stories therein. I made a conscious effort to only buy the comics that I wanted to read and, more importantly, stop getting them if they were terrible. I was reborn as a collector and the future was bright.
In the years since, I've become the 'comic guy' in my group of friends. If anyone has a question on who Thor is, or how many Flashes there are, or where Spider-Man gets all his webbing from, I'm their guy. Additionally, I've become a gateway for people looking to get into my favorite hobby, offering book, character, or storyline suggestions for anyone who seems interested. Even more fun, I've become a repository for people looking to get rid of their comics from a run of Fantastic Four to a full on seven long box collection (the inspiration for the blog, honestly). Needless to say, my collection has kind of exploded fairly recently.
And that brings us to today, where as a thirty year-old I sit proudly atop my massive collection twenty years in the making. Sure, it might be cumbersome to move and a pain in the ass to sort sometimes, but it's mine and I love it. I don't know what the future of my comic collecting will bring, but I can't wait to find out.
I hope you stick around to find out with me.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
The Bill September 15, 2010
Another super slow week for me this week. I know, I know, I should almost put this feature on hiatus until I can figure out how to rework it.
But that would be quitting. And momma didn't raise no quitter!
Instead, let's look at what I did get and why I haven't been buying a lot lately (which isn't at all related to lack of work, I promise!)...
Buy of the Week:
Thunderbolts #148
Writer: Jeff Parker
Artist: Declan Shalvey
Man, Thunderbolts is GREAT! Great pacing, great art, great characters, great premise. Even when they have a fill-in artist liek Declan Shalvey, it still looks totally amazing. I wish there was more of it every month, there's just too much story for one book! It also doesn't help when they get pulled into a line wide crossover.
Here's the thing, I love it when my Marvel Universe crosses over with itself; it makes me feel like everything that's happening is real and impactful (which is part of my problem with Young Allies, but I digress). That said, it's weird when I'm not reading the big central story line.
Disassembled, House of M, Civil War, World War Hulk, Secret Invasion, Siege; I was in the thick of it for all of those, for better or worse. I felt like I needed to so I could understand the books I love so much. And then there were the smaller events, mainly the X events, that I thought I could ignore and not miss much.
Apparently not so with Shadowland.
It hit me today as I was reading this Shadowland tie-in that Shadowland is actually a pretty big event. So much for it being a small family book crossover, I guess. Or maybe it's my fault for reading a bunch of street level books?
The point is I put together why I haven't been buying so much lately: I'm not buying into the big event. Normally, like with Siege, I bought a good chunk of extra books to keep up, which meant I had more to talk about during reviews. But since I'm not getting this one, suddenly my comic buying has shriveled to it's normal levels, unbolstered by big events.
It makes me feel kinda empty.
So there's the other problem. We're smack dab in the middle of this thing. Do I go buy up all the issues I missed? That seems dumb. The only answer I see is to hold tight for the next big event and never let this happen again. That, or do something really silly like buy something that's not Marvel.
Buy something other than Marvel? I say crazy things sometimes...
Can't wait for Chaos War! WOOO House of Ideas!
Opinions on my little Shadowland rant are greatly appreciated. Am I missing something awesome? Should I be buying it all? I'm thinking I should at least read the Power Man book, if for nothing else than the awesomeness that is Fred Van Lente.
Next week should be back to normal, so instead of reading my rants about crossovers, you can read my rants about hating Bendis. Try not to get too excited in the meantime.
But that would be quitting. And momma didn't raise no quitter!
Instead, let's look at what I did get and why I haven't been buying a lot lately (which isn't at all related to lack of work, I promise!)...
Buy of the Week:
Thunderbolts #148Writer: Jeff Parker
Artist: Declan Shalvey
Man, Thunderbolts is GREAT! Great pacing, great art, great characters, great premise. Even when they have a fill-in artist liek Declan Shalvey, it still looks totally amazing. I wish there was more of it every month, there's just too much story for one book! It also doesn't help when they get pulled into a line wide crossover.
Here's the thing, I love it when my Marvel Universe crosses over with itself; it makes me feel like everything that's happening is real and impactful (which is part of my problem with Young Allies, but I digress). That said, it's weird when I'm not reading the big central story line.
Disassembled, House of M, Civil War, World War Hulk, Secret Invasion, Siege; I was in the thick of it for all of those, for better or worse. I felt like I needed to so I could understand the books I love so much. And then there were the smaller events, mainly the X events, that I thought I could ignore and not miss much.
Apparently not so with Shadowland.
It hit me today as I was reading this Shadowland tie-in that Shadowland is actually a pretty big event. So much for it being a small family book crossover, I guess. Or maybe it's my fault for reading a bunch of street level books?
The point is I put together why I haven't been buying so much lately: I'm not buying into the big event. Normally, like with Siege, I bought a good chunk of extra books to keep up, which meant I had more to talk about during reviews. But since I'm not getting this one, suddenly my comic buying has shriveled to it's normal levels, unbolstered by big events.
It makes me feel kinda empty.
So there's the other problem. We're smack dab in the middle of this thing. Do I go buy up all the issues I missed? That seems dumb. The only answer I see is to hold tight for the next big event and never let this happen again. That, or do something really silly like buy something that's not Marvel.
Buy something other than Marvel? I say crazy things sometimes...
Can't wait for Chaos War! WOOO House of Ideas!
Opinions on my little Shadowland rant are greatly appreciated. Am I missing something awesome? Should I be buying it all? I'm thinking I should at least read the Power Man book, if for nothing else than the awesomeness that is Fred Van Lente.
Next week should be back to normal, so instead of reading my rants about crossovers, you can read my rants about hating Bendis. Try not to get too excited in the meantime.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Platypus Robot First Anniversary Contest!
Wow! That year certainly flew by.
That's right kids, it's been a year since I decided that the internet needed, nay demanded, my perspective on random geekiness and I started this blog. Since that fateful day at work (SHH! don't tell anyone!), I've found the perfect outlet for all my random geek knowledge. Finally a place where I can expound on the similarities between Planet of the Apes and the Terminator between reviews of crappy 90s comics while totally not alienating my friends (they don't quite share my affinity for comics, but they're still cool!)
Anyway, I decided it was about time to get the wheels churning on this blog, so let's kick it off with an old fashioned contest!
I want to see what you picture when you picture a Platypus Robot. Is it a robot with a duckbill? A platypus with bionic arms? Something in between? I want to know, and more, I want to see it.
So get those pencils, crayons, or cursors moving and design your best platypus robot and send it to me at platypusrobot@gmail.com by June 7th, 2010 (that's two weeks!) and I'll sort through them, post them here, and announce a winner or two.
What's in it for you? How about this:
One Grand Prize Winner gets:
A copy of Daredevil # 181-184, a blood sample prop from the 2008 Incredible Hulk Movie, AND a drawing by yours truly of your favorite comic hero (quality not assured on that last one!)
One Second Prize Winner gets
A copy of Daredevil #181, and a drawing of your second favorite comic hero (quality still not assured).
Runners-up gets:
Everyone else gets a digital high five from me for being totally awesome!
There you have it. Thanks everyone for making this blog a highlight of my year and here's looking forward to many more!
Now get crackin'!!
That's right kids, it's been a year since I decided that the internet needed, nay demanded, my perspective on random geekiness and I started this blog. Since that fateful day at work (SHH! don't tell anyone!), I've found the perfect outlet for all my random geek knowledge. Finally a place where I can expound on the similarities between Planet of the Apes and the Terminator between reviews of crappy 90s comics while totally not alienating my friends (they don't quite share my affinity for comics, but they're still cool!)
Anyway, I decided it was about time to get the wheels churning on this blog, so let's kick it off with an old fashioned contest!
I want to see what you picture when you picture a Platypus Robot. Is it a robot with a duckbill? A platypus with bionic arms? Something in between? I want to know, and more, I want to see it.
So get those pencils, crayons, or cursors moving and design your best platypus robot and send it to me at platypusrobot@gmail.com by June 7th, 2010 (that's two weeks!) and I'll sort through them, post them here, and announce a winner or two.
What's in it for you? How about this:
One Grand Prize Winner gets:
A copy of Daredevil # 181-184, a blood sample prop from the 2008 Incredible Hulk Movie, AND a drawing by yours truly of your favorite comic hero (quality not assured on that last one!)
One Second Prize Winner gets
A copy of Daredevil #181, and a drawing of your second favorite comic hero (quality still not assured).
Runners-up gets:
Everyone else gets a digital high five from me for being totally awesome!
There you have it. Thanks everyone for making this blog a highlight of my year and here's looking forward to many more!
Now get crackin'!!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Daredevil Who?
In celebration of the release of Daredevil #500 (and inspired by the great retrospective at The Weekly Crisis) I figured it was about time we talked about the scarlet swashbuckler himself. Namely, the five different alter egos of Daredevil.
1- Matt Murdock : The OG
Lawyer. Blind. Lots of dead girlfriends. You know the drill.
Moving on.
2- Mike Murdock : The Surprise Twin
Back in the swinging sixties, ol' hornhead decided that he needed to throw his co-workers off the scent of who he might be so he created Mike here. Mike was supposed to be the showboating, flirtatious, totally awesome, totally not blind twin brother of Matt, who decided to throw on the union suit to inject some much needed excitement in his life. If memory serves, Mike was so dreamy he ended up in a love triangle with Karen Page and his other self, Matt. Smart move there, buddy.
Not to worry, Mike was 'killed' in the line of duty not long after he showed up, leaving only a secure secret identity in it's wake. Oh, and the shattered psyche of a woman who had serious feelings for him, but it's not like that could lead to drugs, prostitution, or anything destructive in the future. Right?
3- Hellspawn : The Doppleganger
Are you ready for some convoluted Marvel continuity? Awesome, check this out:
Back in 1992 Marvel released a sequel to the totally amazingly awesome Infinity Gauntlet miniseries: The Infinity War. In it, evil doubles of all the Marvel heroes were created and sent out to fight they're respective inspiration. A couple of these dopplegangers stuck around after the crossover, Spider-Man's and Daredevil's.
Now, after a series of events that I don't want to remember, Matt was in trouble with the law and needed to do something drastic. So instead of just hitching it to a different country, or spending all his time in the backwaters of Alabama, he finds the body of his doppleganger and tosses it in a rail yard to be discovered by the cops.
Thankfully they kinda gloss over how Matt was able to convince the world years later that the corpse that was identified and verified as him wasn't him.
4- Jack Batlin : The Street Hustler
With Matt Murdock technically dead, he needed a new identity, so say hello to Jack Batlin. With a name derived from his father's fighting days, Jack became a totally not blind and totally edgy street hustler. Although technically he was supposed to be impersonating a new Daredevil, that if you're keeping track would have been the third in a series. Just goes to show that you can't keep a good devil down.
Later Matt goes clinically insane and ends up fighting his imaginary twin brother which leads to killing Jack Batlin forever. I guess girlfriends aren't the only thing that Matt buries.
5- Iron Fist : The Replacement
Finally we have good ol' Danny Rand, The Iron Fist, who took over the role as a favor to Matt (though Matt didn't know it) while he was on trial, accused of being Daredevil. He did a great job for the few months that he was on the job, finally relinquishing the role after some such activity that I can't find online and honestly haven't read yet. Most of my DD knowledge is from his first series.
All I know is that Iron Fist is the first replacement to not end up dead... for now.
1- Matt Murdock : The OG
Lawyer. Blind. Lots of dead girlfriends. You know the drill.
Moving on.
2- Mike Murdock : The Surprise Twin
Back in the swinging sixties, ol' hornhead decided that he needed to throw his co-workers off the scent of who he might be so he created Mike here. Mike was supposed to be the showboating, flirtatious, totally awesome, totally not blind twin brother of Matt, who decided to throw on the union suit to inject some much needed excitement in his life. If memory serves, Mike was so dreamy he ended up in a love triangle with Karen Page and his other self, Matt. Smart move there, buddy.
Not to worry, Mike was 'killed' in the line of duty not long after he showed up, leaving only a secure secret identity in it's wake. Oh, and the shattered psyche of a woman who had serious feelings for him, but it's not like that could lead to drugs, prostitution, or anything destructive in the future. Right?
3- Hellspawn : The Doppleganger
Are you ready for some convoluted Marvel continuity? Awesome, check this out:
Back in 1992 Marvel released a sequel to the totally amazingly awesome Infinity Gauntlet miniseries: The Infinity War. In it, evil doubles of all the Marvel heroes were created and sent out to fight they're respective inspiration. A couple of these dopplegangers stuck around after the crossover, Spider-Man's and Daredevil's.
Now, after a series of events that I don't want to remember, Matt was in trouble with the law and needed to do something drastic. So instead of just hitching it to a different country, or spending all his time in the backwaters of Alabama, he finds the body of his doppleganger and tosses it in a rail yard to be discovered by the cops.
Thankfully they kinda gloss over how Matt was able to convince the world years later that the corpse that was identified and verified as him wasn't him.
4- Jack Batlin : The Street Hustler
With Matt Murdock technically dead, he needed a new identity, so say hello to Jack Batlin. With a name derived from his father's fighting days, Jack became a totally not blind and totally edgy street hustler. Although technically he was supposed to be impersonating a new Daredevil, that if you're keeping track would have been the third in a series. Just goes to show that you can't keep a good devil down.
Later Matt goes clinically insane and ends up fighting his imaginary twin brother which leads to killing Jack Batlin forever. I guess girlfriends aren't the only thing that Matt buries.
5- Iron Fist : The Replacement
Finally we have good ol' Danny Rand, The Iron Fist, who took over the role as a favor to Matt (though Matt didn't know it) while he was on trial, accused of being Daredevil. He did a great job for the few months that he was on the job, finally relinquishing the role after some such activity that I can't find online and honestly haven't read yet. Most of my DD knowledge is from his first series.
All I know is that Iron Fist is the first replacement to not end up dead... for now.
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