MacroTech Murders - Ongoing Collection

SPLASH PAGE: “MACROTECH MURDERS!”

Neo-Boston's curfew wails through fog-shrouded spires, but the true blade falls silent: MacroTech execs carved like trophies, strung from branches with piano-wire grins. Werewolves bay for payback, pale phantoms pull triggers, and riddles wrap gifts of gore. From Salty's dim booths to mist-veiled mansions and rogue robot rampages, the Silicon Dragons claw through corporate claws and mechanical mayhem. Five issues of slashed suits, MIB stonewalls, and illusionary endgames that turn hunters into hunted. Every gash gapes wider. Every code cracks the conspiracy. This is the comic that bleeds the beast from the machine!

ISSUE #004 – “AND SO IT BEGINS!”

Curfew panels throb with evasion's pulse! Gold bars pocketed from a prior score, Artemis slips home through patrol shadows. Lee Sullivan claims his throne at Salty's. Then the radio crackles: Dr. Marcus Brenner, MacroTech mid-level drone, sways from a gated enclave tree, throat ripped by beast or blade. Widow Alice swears she glimpsed fur in the underbrush. CRACK! The crew storms the morgue under buzzing fluorescents, vault pried open to reveal slashes too clean for claws. Whispers of Wolf Man ripple. CLIFFHANGER: Howls haunt the horizon.

ISSUE #005 – “ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR!”

Second carve panels ooze identical crimson taunts! Another MacroTech stiff dangles, wounds mirroring the first, threads yanking to Lee's black ops ghosts and a redacted project: M.C.K. SNARL! MIB suits swarm, badges blazing to boot the crew from the cordon. Werewolves erupt from the mist, fangs forged for vengeance. Pale figures join the lunge, eyes void-black and triggers cold. Rain-lashed alleys ignite in muzzle flash. BLAM! BLAM! Victim echoes scream setup. MIB locks it down. TWIST: Prey and predator blur in the blood.

ISSUE #006 – “GIFT WRAPPED!”

Funeral panels cloak the pyre in fog-laced deceit! Brenner's wake reeks of rigged rites. The crew cracks the funeral home: pyre dummy stuffed with lies. THUD! The genuine husk plummets from overhead boughs, note skewered like a savage valentine: "The game begins." Riddle-box trails to church spires piercing the gloom, then a warehouse swallowed by illusions, smoke-devils dancing in the dark. Villain's murmur mocks: choices etch the end. ENIGMA UNWRAPPED. Senses splinter. The stalk reverses.

ISSUE #009 – “MANSION MASSACRE!”

Mansion panels shatter in splintered opulence! M.C.K. leads snake to a fortified estate on the hill, gates groaning under siege. Inside: marble halls slick with fresh slaughter, MacroTech heirs gutted mid-gala. RIP! Werewolf packs prowl the grand ballroom, but pale interlopers lay traps of wire and whisper. The crew weaves chandeliers and corridors, zones choked by debris and doubt. Gunfire caroms off gilded walls. TWIST: A riddle's callback gifts a massacre, loyalties lacerated. Bodies pile like plot points.

ISSUE #015 – “WHEN ROBOTS BITE BACK!”

Circuit panels fry in mechanical mutiny! Mansion fallout sparks rogue code: MacroTech drones awaken, M.C.K. protocols twisted to rebellion. Factory floors turn kill-zones, assembly lines alive with whirring death. CLANK! Robots swarm Salty's perimeter, lasers lancing the night. The crew hacks terminals amid sparking servers, werewolves clawing chassis for payback. Pale ghosts pull digital strings from the vents. OVERLOAD! Explosions etch escape. TWIST: Machines murmur the villain's verse, bites drawing blood and bytes.