I can safely say that COPRA #17 has it all: love & violence, impending doom & cushy nostalgia, blood drips & beards, blockheads & weirdos, struggles & triumphs, lunchtime & pushups:
Locked within a tight grid of pan dimensional deviance and suppression, this is a boiling point love letter to Steve Ditko. And like any unrequited love worth a damn, it’s an affair that ends in heartbreak and confusion. Well, you gotta read it to see what I mean. Do not let me stop you: GET COPRA SEVENTEEN.
