Godzilla #9 Part 3: And the Leading Cause of a Gambling Problem is.....
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Meanwhile back at Boulder Dam, the damage Godzilla caused reaches it's zenith as the rest of the dam breaks under the water pressure causing another large stream of water coursing towards Las Vegas. It's interesting to note that people seem to be more concerned about the dams structural integrity than that of the people that are probably at risk of losing their lives when the dam breaks.
Back at the casino, Winslow is allowed to bet because the pit boss doesn't want to cause a scene, this makes him happy. While this is going on we go back to San Diego (Yeah, can you believe while all this is still going on S.H.I.E.L.D. is still farting around where the story left off last issue?) S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Gabe arrives to inform Dum Dum Dugan that Godzilla was spotted in Las Vegas. Apparently the best way to handle this situation is with two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and an airplane. As opposed to sending someone in a giant robot (however, to their credit, with how it was used in the last few issues perhaps it's best they leave that robot where it is.)
Back in Las Vegas, the writer decides to show us the real danger of having a giant lizard stomping through a major city is to have someone running away screaming "I left half my money in there!" as Godzilla crushes the casino the guy is running out of with his foot.
I mean seriously, is this supposed to be a cautionary tale about the dangers of gambling? Because if you really want to use the fire and brimstone approach to detour the kids reading this from ever gambling |
Allow me to reiterate my previous contention:
No. Shit. |
would be show Godzilla stomp a few of these people and show some fried corpses strewn about the place.
Oh, just in case you're worried about what's happening with Winslow, not to worry, the poor dope is still rooting for Red 13, you didn't miss nothing with that plot thread.
Oh, and if you're wondering what's taking all that water so long to get to Las Vegas, not to worry because here it comes! Just as the riot squad realizes that nothing they do can stop Godzilla (not shit.) And as the water begins to plow into the city, the ball on the roulette wheel lands on red 13.
Just as this happens, somehow the water manages to come down in a wave large enough to dwarf even the most tallest buildings in Las Vegas and knock Godzilla off his feet and send him crashing into the buildings.
Meanwhile, Winslow is celebrating his victory, but before he can even put a single finger on his winning the giant tidal wave (with Godzilla trapped within it) sweeps by and totally destroys the Casino, Godzilla emerges from the destruction and he's really pissed off and makes short work of the rest of the town before walking off into the desert once more.
Okay, so we've gone through all of that, now it's time for the epilogue, and hopefully a moral to the story... Get ready for it.
Okay, so Winslow survived all the carnage, and in the wreckage he can only find one single dime. Looks like ol' Winslow is back to square one, and this time he chooses to use the dime on that phone call he |
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| Now how is this physically possible? Any physicists in the room care to explain how the fuck a scene like this could physically happen? Thanks. |
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was thinking about making.
Now before we get into the moral of the story the writers though that they would point out for us that the S.H.I.E.L.D. boys finally caught up with Godzilla and that all they can do is follow from behind because their helecarrier is running on only one engine.
Getting back to Winslow, we find that he's calling his wife Marsha. He tells her all the bad news about losing everything and that his mother was counting on him. Marsha then tells Winslow that she's leaving him, because he's crazy and his mother died three years ago.
And with that Winslow learns a valuable le... What!?
Hold on a second here... We go through this whole story, get involved with this dip shit named Winslow. At first we're a little pissed off that they're wasting precious comic book space which was to show Godzilla smashing buildings and kicking monsters asses to focus on this guy who has lost all |
| I sure hope that's water. |
his money.
We start to feel for the poor guy because he's doing all this to get money for his sick mother, and we find out THAT HIS MOTHER HAS BEEN DEAD FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS AND HE'S REALLY CRAZY!
What sort of fucking message is that!? Huh? What the fuck? Just out of left field: He's crazy. What's to learn? More over, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE DAMN POINT!? I mean, okay, yeah, you could say that gambling is not a way to solve your financial problems, or maybe have a commentary on the American health care system. But you kind of negate that point by telling everyone that the character they've been following is a gambling nut because he's fucking crazy! |
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| Gee Winslow, I get the feeling the phrase "Restraining Order" isn't too unforeseeable in your future. |
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Holy fuck. Anyway, there isn't much more than that, Winslow reverses the charges of his phone call to get his dime back and decides to go and spend it in Reno and walks off into the desert (Hopefully you die of sunstroke. You fuck.)
We end with Godzilla stomping through the desert.
The end.
Huh.. Really I don't know what to make of this story. It's kind of like a train wreck. It's horrible to behold, but you find it morbidly intriguing to look at none the less. Not exactly the most "off beat" (as Marvel calls it, I usually call it fucking retarded) Godzilla story, not by far, but that's a story for another day. And right now, I just don't think I have the effort to muster on it. |
| Am I the only one who thinks that perhaps Winslow's dear mother lives in his attic? |
Oh by the by, if the black and white scans don't tell you enough already, you can find this issue of Godzilla, and the entire Marvel Comics run available in trade paper back, in the one and only Essential Godzilla. Get it while you can, because it probably won't be in print too long since the rights to Godzilla are owned by Toho Inc, and I am willing to bet that it won't be in publication forever. |