Johnny Hall

Johnny Hall is a street-walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm, the runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb.  Or so he thinks.  A mild-mannered cog in the Great Machine by day, at night his heart soars with the cape-wearing set in the great, grand tradition of ingesting escapist funnybooks.  He holds no major titles, no major awards, but did, once upon a time, receive a BA in Psychology from Purdue University.  The degree gathers dust in a forgotten drawer, while the first comic he remembers reading, Incredible Hulk #305, is framed and mounted on the wall of his study.  He lives and breathes sequential art, is inspired by and marvels at the wonder of comics storytelling, and is often compelled to espouse their virtues to anyone who will listen (and even some who’d rather not).  He got his start writing about comics at Omega-Level.net, but these days mostly just yells into the void on Twitter.  He hangs his cape and cowl in a sparse-but-tactically advantageous abode in Indianapolis, Indiana

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