Video Killed the Radio Star and Several Bystanders
Written by: Lauren Beukes and Dale Halvorsen
Art by: Ryan Kelly, Eva de la Cruz, and Clem Robins
Cover Price: $3.99
Release Date: September 7, 2015
Cover Price: $3.99
Release Date: September 7, 2015
*Non spoilers and score at the
bottom*
Video games and the year 1987 will
always be inextricably linked, in my mind, because that was the year I plunked
down $110 of my hard-saved allowance money and bought my own Nintendo
Entertainment System. It was also the year The
Legend of Zelda was released, meaning I would have no trouble logging the
initial eight-hundred hours playing my NES that are required to call oneself a
Game Master, a title that still earns me nothing despite my announcing it
whenever I enter a room. What if, while tromping around the pixelated lands of
Hyrule, I had unwittingly cursed myself to a cruel death? What if, on some
long-forgotten screen in an obscure dungeon, I’d garnered some kind of
unspeakable evil that would manifest itself thirty years into my future? That’s
sort of where we are with issue number one of Survivors’ Club, though it is
only a first issue and the story could go nearly anywhere. Where did this
individual story go? Read on and find out!
Explain
it!
Our tale begins with caption boxes
describing an e-mail sent by one Chenzira Molenki to five seemingly unrelated
people. The e-mail explains that Chenzira found all of these names on a list
surreptitiously hidden in the Deep Web of the Internet, and everyone on the list
is missing or dead, or ostensibly reading a creepy e-mail. Since all of them
are in Los Angeles, Chenzira suggests they get up for a meet n’ greet to discuss
the fact that something very bad happened to each of them in 1987. I’m thinking
it probably isn’t going to be acne.
Weirdo Stepford Wife-looking woman Alice Taylor-Newsome agrees to host at her house, and even promises not to do her Tupperware pitch afterwards. We see everyone descend on her well-appointed home, save for Harvey Lesker who sits in his truck and watches people go into the home while singing a creepy song. See why you need to be careful conversing with strangers on the Internet, kids? So we’ve got a Medic named Teo Reyes, a wastrel dilettante named Simon Wickman, and Kiri Nomura who talks to herself in Japanese. They all sit around and snack on cupcakes while Chenzira tells them a strange story.
Weirdo Stepford Wife-looking woman Alice Taylor-Newsome agrees to host at her house, and even promises not to do her Tupperware pitch afterwards. We see everyone descend on her well-appointed home, save for Harvey Lesker who sits in his truck and watches people go into the home while singing a creepy song. See why you need to be careful conversing with strangers on the Internet, kids? So we’ve got a Medic named Teo Reyes, a wastrel dilettante named Simon Wickman, and Kiri Nomura who talks to herself in Japanese. They all sit around and snack on cupcakes while Chenzira tells them a strange story.
She says that, in 1987, she was
living with her family in South Africa, still under the racist laws of
Apartheid. The police had already killed her mother for agitating which drove
her dad to drink, which drove Chenzira to the local video arcade where she
excelled. Tucked in a closet in the arcade, she discovers a machine whose
cabinet describes a game called Akheron, it doesn’t operate but she’s able to fix it back to working condition. As she begins playing the game, a tornado opens up right on the town and
starts ripping the place to shreds. A bolt of lightning hits the arcade and
everything starts going up in flames, but little Chenzira is convinced that the
game is at the heart of this and keeps playing while she and the machine are on fucking fire. How raw is that?
Then again I remember the days of arcade video games, it was tough to leave the
machine when a high score was at stake.
Then Chenzira plays footage from a
new game called Happy Hero Toast, and
this makes everyone else in the room go into various catatonic states and
recall flashes of the bad thing that happened to each of them in 1987; looks
like Simon Wickman went through an exorcism that year, while Teo Reyes saw a
woman with a big butt. Oh, and got his neck bitten vampire-style, I forgot to
mention that. It seems like this Get-Along Gang has some skeletons in their
respective closets, which makes them Secret Buddies. Not that they are hiding
the fact that they’re buddies, but that they all have secrets. Okay so maybe
coming up with group names isn’t my forte.
Chenzira suggests they team up and
solve the mysteries of What the Hell is Going On and Why Should I Give a Crap, to
which everyone agrees. There’s also a scene depicting Harvey Lesker having
killed a bunch of people with a machete that makes me feel like he’s probably
not that great of a guy. This is okay for an introductory issue, we get to know
the basics about all of the characters and there are some twists that attempt
to pull us into the story, but since knowing who the characters are and caring
about them are different things, I felt like this book did too much double-duty
and should have just introduced the characters with a shocking twist at the
end. There is a shocking twist at the end, but it’s shock is lessened by the
fact that the people involved are still veritable strangers. The artwork within
is highly-detailed and very clean, and there should be no problems following
the story along. It’s just a question of whether you will want to after the
initial pages.
Bits and Pieces:
This pilot episode didn’t knock it out
of the park, but then first outings in all media seldom do. There’s certainly a
mystery here, but whether you think it’s worth uncovering or if it’s best left
buried like a hundred-thousand Atari E.T.
cartridges is up to you. I’d suggest giving this a look; the art is great, the
storytelling is clear, and there’s definitely something creepy afoot, if being
creeped-out is your thing. I’ll be hanging around for issue #2 at the very
least, to see how it develops. Because it will need to develop—and rapidly—if it’s
going to hold my interest.
7/10
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