Roachmill

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Roachmill came out in 1986.  He is an Exterminator, a licensed killer in a world a thousand years from now that looks just like ours only more primitive.  The Earth is home to many alien races, and the Exterminators arose after the police could not deal with the Alien Riots.  Roachmill is a human/alien hybrid, with a pair of cockroach like arms that end in hands.  Akin to Judge Dredd in artwork and theme, this did not go further than 1990 or so.  But read the next page well -


 Looks like these guys predicted the rise of a certain someone as a reality show host.


 Roachmill and his hapless rival, Zoo Lou.  Zoo Lou has the attributes of a Warner's cartoon rabbit, he can't be killed and once had to be blown up with an air pump.  He is also real stupid.


This is Ms. October, a genetic misjudgement.  The last issue reveals that she was part of a movie being filmed, although it wasn't.  Roachmill has a few continuity problems.


He never knew his father, we know he killed his mother.  He has a dishonorable discharge and he used to be in the army or something.



  I read 2 or so of these back in the late 80's.  The idea was great, I guess it just did not catch on.  It only ran from 1986 to 1990, the first six published by Blackthorne and then Dark Horse acquired it.  The last of the Blackthorne run was unfinished, and I get the feeling Dark Horse didn't know what to do with it.  16 comics altogether and it was abandoned.  I may have to do some serious fan art!


This was created, written and drawn by Rich Hedden and Tom McWeeney. 


We will hear from these guys again.  This is far too good a concept to let lie.  If they paired with the writer of Transmetropolitan, (Warren Ellis) my fave urban future, I think it would be unstoppable.


It may be necessary to make some adjustments.

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