Yes, exactly.

As I type this, Ed Brisson and I are standing over the corpses of Matt Rosenberg and Donny Cates. It’s a temporary Canadian alliance. I’ll take him down when he’s not looking.

Charles Soule has barricaded himself into an adjacent office and is yelling legal threats through the flimsy office drywall.

Zdarsky’s gone feral and is chewing on a rancid bone while muttering something about finishing off Jason Aaron.

The last I saw G. Willow Wilson, she was pile-driving Mark Waid through a glass-top table.



A new Marvel Age is upon us.