"ok YOU try having a fictional relationship with someone after they'd fictionally used you for marzipanning trepanning while they wore fictional upset toddlers as legs, and not be bitter"
Big K Februrary 1985
We've all been there. Lying in bed trying to get to sleep, but finding it difficult to do so when Jeff Minter's daemonic face leering down at you from a stone throne. With crossed cloven hoofed feet he grasps his joystick firmly in one hand. Well, Big K did in 1985. The next issue was their last. Don't mess with the Minter.