Thrud: big of muscle, tiny of head, which is fine for Thrud as you only need a big brain if you need to talk your way out of trouble. Instead, he lets his axe speak for him! In the first collected volume of this hugely popular cult, er, hero, Thrud faces down the necromancer To-Me Ku-Pa (FWAP! THWOK!); protects his beer supplies from fierce Frost Giants (KRISH! KER-THUNK!); faces his archnemesis (THUNKTHUNKTHUNK!); assumes the stately role of the king he accidentally killed (GAK! POK!) and gets his pint spilled on a mission into the depths of a primeval jungle (ARRGGLE!SPLUTCH!)! “If you haven’t seen it yet, please go out and buy a copy – you are missing a brilliant piece of work. A great rib tickler, full of nice touches, with heroic fantasy pastiche in-jokes and puns galore.” – Wizard’s Keep “Good punchlines, nice sight-gags, lots of cartoony ultraviolence (with terrific sound effects), iconic poses. There isn’t one joke spread thin, it’s a hit! THWOP!” - Bugpowder