May 9
Doom patrol #99 - "The Deadly Sting of the Bug Man" (1965)
written by Arnold Drake art by Bob Brown
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Doom patrol #99 - "The Deadly Sting of the Bug Man" (1965)
written by Arnold Drake art by Bob Brown
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been really interested in flowers and butterflies recently so naturally I am reminded of the collectorrrr
Whatif i made an oc then promptly forgot about him yes?
Or maybe hed be an armor sorta guy
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Hundreds of years ago Tarner was born in the space that exists between alternate universes, known as the InBetween. He does not belong there. He does not belong to a universe either. Neither place will truly accept him as its own. So he attempts to find a way to fix it, no matter the cost.
The journey of how Tarner went from desperately looking for a chance at life to becoming a mass murderer and war criminal.
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A Voice cries out from deepest sounding dark: "O child, what crime has brought you to this place? Few people dare embrace the haunted bark, And fewer still return from dangers faced. Far from a land which heroes seek for joy, This lonely dark the deepest prison is;
Where company's a curséd whirling voice Which only ever tells thee of thy sins. Dear child, why have you vengeance on your face? What broken act begot such deep regret? Do you search here for darkness to embrace? It's sickly pow'r for pain runs still unmet... What world was once beyond that broken door? We have not met those of your kind before.
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