By Dustin Cabeal

I’m pretty sure all I have to do is tell you that Jim Lee came up with this idea and remind you of the title and my work is done. This book was chatty as fuck. No one shut the fuck up, and everyone could only talk in exposition. I was like a bad poetry slam, bad in the way that no one knew what poetry was and they were all kind of drunk and annoying.

Seriously, though, fuck this book. I was half interested for a moment, but then when the story took itself seriously, I was completely out. If you’re going to title something Scooby Apocalypse you damn well better make it a laugh riot. Instead, it was just a mystery machine filled with dog poo. The art was okay…