>"My blood wants to kill you."
What a great line to open the comic, eh? Nothing better to set the mood. It's not just a kickass one-liner. It's a declaration of intent. Even better, he follows up with "My blood wants dinner." If you hadn't even heard the name "Carnage" until you cracked this comic open, that right there tells you everything you need to know. That and the blood-red meatstuff shapeshifting into motherfucking cutlery. He's not just a murderous psycho, he's a murderous cannibal psycho. He's not just gonna chow down on your meat, he's gonna make dinner out of it. That is how you introduce a character to the reader. Take notes, /co/.
Speaking of introductions we also meet some NTR doujin refugee walking under the rain, without an umbrella because he's a bad-ass. He's gonna pay our hemoglobin-enriched "hero" a little visit in his cell at the local sanitarium. His narration makes note of the piss-poor track record the facility has with its inmates escaping all the time. Suble commentary on the absolute state of the mental healthcare system? Who knows. Ask Warren Ellis, not me. Also, this Kurtz guy has horrible posture. I can't look at him without imagining some over-muscled dude with a neon magenta shirt strolling right behind.
Besides the narration we get a front-row seat to another vignette of the deplorable conditions this madhouse is in, when an inmate with terrible oral hygiene hulks the fuck out and smashes his fist through supposedly bulletproof glass. Good ol' Dr. Kafka only gives permission for non-lethal force, which makes the guards scream and grit their teeth in 90s-style frustration. Despite their chagrin at this, they comply and whip out… I don't know. Someone call /k/, maybe they know what these things are.
Wait a minute here. Kassady, Kafka, Kurts… What did Warren Ellis mean by this?