Planet Death #0 Review: Blood-Drenched Sci-Fi Carnage from the Creator of John Wick

Listen, if Planet Death #0 was a mixtape, it’d be straight bars, no hook—just 22 pages of power armor poetry and body-slammin’ bullet ballet. Bad Idea Comics just dropped this issue like a steel-plated elbow off the top rope, and yo… we felt that thud all the way from Coney Island to Mars, baby!

Imagine if Heavy Metal magazine, Mad Max, and the Predator had a threesome and made a book. Then they handed it to Aaron Wroblewski, who said, “Bet. Let me make this even wilder.” Planet Death #0 is raw, loud, and crunchy like a bag of rusty bolts dipped in napalm. It’s not tryna be cute, it’s not tryna be deep (yet), it’s tryna smack you upside the dome and scream “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!” Spoiler: You will be.

There ain’t much chitchat here. We get a mysterious death-dealin’ space soldier locked, loaded, and on a one-mech mission to obliterate fools across the galaxy. He’s like Judge Dredd mixed with a Transformer and dipped in Motorhead vinyl. This dude don’t do peace treaties—he writes goodbye letters in laser fire. This issue is basically the opening cutscene to the wildest sci-fi game never made. Think DOOM Eternal on edibles.

Let’s talk about the visuals, yo. Aaron ain’t drawin’, he’s forging these pages in a foundry of fury. Everything got weight. Every mech has grime. Every explosion feels like it’s gonna melt your reader app. From the first splash page to the final blood-drenched mech stomp, it’s got that “put it on a t-shirt, then tattoo it on your chest” energy. I’m talkin’ gritty AF war zones, crisp paneling that moves like a tracking shot, and color palettes dipped in nuclear waste and moon dust. It’s punk rock meets mech noir—and it SLAPS. Don’t get it twisted. This book ain’t just flexin’. There’s grit AND grief, fam. You can smell the history in the airlocks. Our mech marauder ain’t smiling—he’s seen things. He’s lost things. Maybe a planet. Maybe a dog. Maybe his soul. 👀 Planet Death is gearing up to be a symphony of vengeance, and this zero issue? That’s the first beat drop! And shoutout to letterer Taylor Esposito, whose explosive SFX layout punches you in the eardrum with every BOOM, CRACK, and KRAKOOM.

We’re calling it: Planet Death #0 is the perfect appetizer for comic book carnage junkies this summer. It’s not here to philosophize—it’s here to blow holes in reality and laugh about it. If you want Shakespeare, look elsewhere. If you want steel-jawed soldiers screaming into an alien void while clutching railguns the size of Buicks, this is your new gospel.

SCORE:
4.5/5

Written by DEREK KOLSTAD & ROBERT VENDITTI
Art & Cover by TOMÁS GIORELLO
Letters by TAYLOR ESPOSITO
PUBLISHER: BAD IDEA COMICS

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