Romp's got a good heart -- he wants to fight bullies and protect the little guy, his limblessness notwithstanding -- and being all urban and everything, he doesn't do much thinking about it. He just sort of lunges about, altenating between getting smacked and head-butting his enemies, narrating it in a sort of animalistic ego-monologue: "Nose itches. Can't f**king scratch. Go I hate that. I'll always hate that. It ain't a handicap though. It's my design. It makes me better." And so forth. In issue 1, Romp engages a brutish lady-bully and they hurt each other for a while until somebody wins, and in the end there's little more to say than, "a job well done," yet somehow the narrator manages to squeeze out a seemingly endless monologue about, oh who knows, his life or combat or the nature of violence or something.

After the jump: war, and crime, and stuff, probably.