My son takes afterschool classes at the local maker nerd center. For his first 3-D printing project, he designed and printed Hellboy’s right hand of doom.
It has a place of honor on my desk. Nothing this Christmas could possibly top it.
What’s that in the corner?
Reading a Hellboy omnibus and the Good Lord and Mike Mignola remind me of three of my favorite comics panels of all time:
The whole thing happens after some stupid noblewoman opens a box containing Satan’s head. Which turns out to be a fly, which flies into her mouth and possesses her. Later Hellboy and Abe get attacked by a chimp with a revolver. Who is actually the lady’s husband. Mignola wrote that.
No one does straight-faced noir mixed with gothic horror and camp quite like Hellboy. It’s one of those things I’m grateful I was alive to witness.