Low_Roads
4th Level Black Feather
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I've only just now absorbed parts 1 & 2 of Bump in the Night (The Book of the Laughing Dead and PharmaceuTickle Torture respectively, with who-knows-how-many more merry installments before the contest is decided!), as I missed the opening chapter upon its initial release; in retrospect, this is an ideal way to join the fun, as the story's cordial war between silly science and wacky witchcraft now stands even! Each formidable discipline has offered its opening salvo… the supernatural resplendent with the ethereal accouterments of a mythological bestiary (chatty serpents harken back as far as Genesis!), totemistic iconography and chanted ritual… the super-scientific dazzling in an array of bio-mechanics, with the harnessed elemental essences of chemistry and electrical discharge supplying spectacle as well as mutagenic impetus… the reader has now been treated to an ample sampling of expertise by which he may determine his personal allegiance. I, I admit, am prejudiced toward the good doctor and her relatively prosaic notion of monster-making, though sweet Jessie's non-discretionary dedication to the opposition provides plenty of excuse for waffling! The triggering influence of tickling touch, of course, insures that every one of us wins no matter which side finally claims the crown!
The contest dynamic is an entirely ingenious storytelling approach that becomes increasingly beguiling as one invests his attention and selects out a favorite character. Quite a range, upon opening, with new participants appearing unexpectedly (most amusing to note the doctor's robotic girl-Friday, a terrestrial second-cousin to TIS's legendary tin Thompson!) The "recruitment" of each team member is expertly crafted for credibility and maximum impact, expertly satisfying both fetish and narrative requirements! It's always floored me the way Bandito comix (novels too, for that matter) can be wall-to-wall with fetish thrills and still deliver a progressive, enthralling yarn! It's not so much a balancing act as an all-out Tetris-like avalanche that brilliantly fills the borders with interlocking elements of plot, character, humor, whimsy, arch-cuteness and sensual vitality! Tons of the latter in both of these chapters… poses of teasingly coy faux-coitus grace settings of all sorts. Our winsome witch, for instance, finds herself rather aggressively positioned between Jessie's legs throughout the whole of the indoctrination process; a moonlighting Erin (essaying Caspar the amorous ghost) finds herself comfortably snuggled into Sophie's breasts as she gropes for naked midriff; Annalisa all but doggy-humps Erin at the breakfast table (PharmaceuTickle Torture, page 15), contact that passes apparently unnoticed by the redhead in the midst of this touch-sated crew! And I don't recall ever before seeing such a parade of ready, perky nipples on display, in Deeto's or anybody else's graphic work! These ladies are ready for action whenever opportunity might call! Serious paranormal investigations can take a backseat… half these gals seem to be already in on the gag anyway!
Art is reliably Deeto-frenetic, joyously bouncy, brimming with arch poses and wildly expressive faces, with Halloween-friendly filagree jammed into every conceivable spare corner! Once again, the masterful Deeto/White Lotus team-up insures that potential chaotic clutter comes off well focused, with enough pallet variety to continually delight! Muted pastels of every hue subvert themselves to accentuate foreground action while conforming to tricky light-source needs and special effects requirements; Annalisa's electrifying encounter, rich with extreme backlighting and an aura of ozone, comes across especially splendidly! Skintones, as ever, brim with soft, stroke-able texture and blush with rabid passion. A metamorphosis into ghoulish pallor (The Book of the Laughing Dead) is accomplished with subtlety that never challenges our suspension of disbelief… a more luscious dead girl you could never hope to find than our dear Jessie! Meanwhile, winsome character design attains a full measure of comeliness and then some, with amusement, pique, distress, smoldering lust and every other possible human attitude expressed to perfection! With six sexy protagonists on display, two colorful tormentors and a selection of ancillary participants, character recognition might easily have become a challenge, but even a casual reader has little cause for alarm and will soon find himself a particular honey with whom to fall in love! I've already made my choice (amidst stiff competition), and only hope that rivalry for the affections of a curvy blonde brain-seeking torpedo is slight. It's not a bet I'd place big money on, though!
So, with the monster-making face-off raking in huge points, one's drooling anticipation hinges on these questions: how many further sequels may we expect; how will the two teams ultimately shape up; and which captain is bound for binding and preternatural fetish penalties. In view my divided loyalties, I'm not sure I crave these solutions anytime soon; considerable overtime and a raft of extra innings will play just fine for me!
The contest dynamic is an entirely ingenious storytelling approach that becomes increasingly beguiling as one invests his attention and selects out a favorite character. Quite a range, upon opening, with new participants appearing unexpectedly (most amusing to note the doctor's robotic girl-Friday, a terrestrial second-cousin to TIS's legendary tin Thompson!) The "recruitment" of each team member is expertly crafted for credibility and maximum impact, expertly satisfying both fetish and narrative requirements! It's always floored me the way Bandito comix (novels too, for that matter) can be wall-to-wall with fetish thrills and still deliver a progressive, enthralling yarn! It's not so much a balancing act as an all-out Tetris-like avalanche that brilliantly fills the borders with interlocking elements of plot, character, humor, whimsy, arch-cuteness and sensual vitality! Tons of the latter in both of these chapters… poses of teasingly coy faux-coitus grace settings of all sorts. Our winsome witch, for instance, finds herself rather aggressively positioned between Jessie's legs throughout the whole of the indoctrination process; a moonlighting Erin (essaying Caspar the amorous ghost) finds herself comfortably snuggled into Sophie's breasts as she gropes for naked midriff; Annalisa all but doggy-humps Erin at the breakfast table (PharmaceuTickle Torture, page 15), contact that passes apparently unnoticed by the redhead in the midst of this touch-sated crew! And I don't recall ever before seeing such a parade of ready, perky nipples on display, in Deeto's or anybody else's graphic work! These ladies are ready for action whenever opportunity might call! Serious paranormal investigations can take a backseat… half these gals seem to be already in on the gag anyway!
Art is reliably Deeto-frenetic, joyously bouncy, brimming with arch poses and wildly expressive faces, with Halloween-friendly filagree jammed into every conceivable spare corner! Once again, the masterful Deeto/White Lotus team-up insures that potential chaotic clutter comes off well focused, with enough pallet variety to continually delight! Muted pastels of every hue subvert themselves to accentuate foreground action while conforming to tricky light-source needs and special effects requirements; Annalisa's electrifying encounter, rich with extreme backlighting and an aura of ozone, comes across especially splendidly! Skintones, as ever, brim with soft, stroke-able texture and blush with rabid passion. A metamorphosis into ghoulish pallor (The Book of the Laughing Dead) is accomplished with subtlety that never challenges our suspension of disbelief… a more luscious dead girl you could never hope to find than our dear Jessie! Meanwhile, winsome character design attains a full measure of comeliness and then some, with amusement, pique, distress, smoldering lust and every other possible human attitude expressed to perfection! With six sexy protagonists on display, two colorful tormentors and a selection of ancillary participants, character recognition might easily have become a challenge, but even a casual reader has little cause for alarm and will soon find himself a particular honey with whom to fall in love! I've already made my choice (amidst stiff competition), and only hope that rivalry for the affections of a curvy blonde brain-seeking torpedo is slight. It's not a bet I'd place big money on, though!
So, with the monster-making face-off raking in huge points, one's drooling anticipation hinges on these questions: how many further sequels may we expect; how will the two teams ultimately shape up; and which captain is bound for binding and preternatural fetish penalties. In view my divided loyalties, I'm not sure I crave these solutions anytime soon; considerable overtime and a raft of extra innings will play just fine for me!




