Well, Delirium once made a rude state trooper hallucinate that he was covered with insects... forever. (Or at least through the end of the story.) That's pretty badass.
All I'll say is this I really love what Mr. Ellis and Mr. Duffield are doing here in 6 pages a week. It's really inspiring to know so much can be done with so little.
This comic makes my weekend. Seriously. Every time.
Arkady FTW!
I loved the dolls hanging from the edge of her jacket on page 2. I thought page 3 was broken for a second, and then I scrolled down and got my mind blown. She pulled right away from the Delerium typecast, and is now scary. And still alluring. Skills!
My god, I know Warren Ellis doesn't want to hear this, but the image on page 3 has the potential to be as popular as the smiley face or the "keep on truckin" guy
Goodness gracious, what's the opposite of "jump the shark"? The moment where a series gets brilliant? Whatever the word is, page 3 and everything afterwards was it.
What can I add about page 3? Awesome work in it's simplicity. And a really excellent installment which makes me disappointed I have to wait another week for the next installment. At least it's something to look forward to.
Its increasingly rare that I hit a page in a comic and it makes me go oooooh. But that did it. ..and on second read the last panel on page two is just so perfect.
This has been the first episode that i've gone back and studied closer, right after reading it. I hadn't noticed Luke's pissing himself the first time around - which of course, made me wonder besides not doing laundry, why Luke's pants were stinky. I love that Arkady just shows up, at first I thought she was going to be some sort of mental image or something, but it makes sense that she would just walk in, unnoticed and sit down. Although, it seems like this may be the first time she's gone beyond offering to tell people how/when they were going to die, and actually effecting the situation...Just guessing.
I'm really liking the way you're showing the psychic powers. The telepathic communcation represented as a reflection in a window, the mind reading as a windy swirl of newspapers and photographs, and now the total whiteout for, well, whatever the fuck Arkady did to him. Very cool.