I've come to the conclusion that Lemire is just a shitty writer. Like, I feel like he tries to be all edgy and clever, but is stuck in the "me man, me goooood" phase of writing. He reminds me of that dude in every writing workshop who thinks he knows better than everyone else because he had one story published by the school's lit mag.
One star for the artwork, which I really liked and called back to old school "classic" comic style.
In any case, this comic is about a poor broken man/machine who used to have nanobots in his blood that made him a super soldier. He hated killing, but was forced to kill by some secret organization. Until, one day, he meets a beautiful sexy gorgeous woman who also happens to be some sort of Avatar-esque bloodbender who removes the nanobots from his blood, thus making him a man again. And then she dies. Because of fucking course she fucking dies. (By the way, Bloodshot's name is Ray and the woman's name is Kay. Yeah.) So, Ray, all wounded and confused and broken moves to Colorado where he takes up the drink and the pills to numb himself out.
It's there, deep in the Rockies, he hears news that there's been a massacre at a theater in Broomfield. So, pause. I looked it up and this comic came out a few years after the Aurora theater massacre and, as someone who was born and raised in Aurora, Colorado, the amount of insensitivity is just ASTOUNDING. What the FUCK was Lemire thinking? "Oh, hurr hurr imma capitalize on an actual tragedy and put it into my comic, it'll be so fucking eddddgy. imma unparalleled genius of writing." I'm disgusted. Is this guy a shitty nosleep writer who thinks it's actually a good thing to capitalize on literal death and tragedy?? Is he going to write shitty creepypastas about how COVID-19 was just a false flag event or actually a biological alien weapon the government was experimenting with? Anyway, this sets off Ray and he starts hallucinating that his dead lover and some wanker named Bloodsquirt are around him (pretty sure he has weird hallucinatory sexy times with Kay). The two hallucinations tell him he needs to find the killer and kill him. But poor Ray doesn't want to kill again!! But he does. He does kill again. And again. And again. These are the stakes, folks.
Cue a series of other violent massacres across Colorado which, in case you didn't know, has a pretty tragic history with gun violence and, yet, Lemire doesn't even touch on this because he's being so super cool and edgy, guys! You can get a gun anywhere in America, guys, and skip the background check if you have enough money. Isn't that cooooooool??? MURICA!!!!!!!!! You'd think a dude who keeps lamenting about not wanting to kill people would say something, anything, about how easy it is to get guns in this country, but I digress. A group of male detectives can't figure out what's going on and pretty much no one is out looking for any suspects so a 23 year old FBI Special Agent who happens to be a wunderkind and joined the FBI when she was SEVENFUCKINGTEEN comes in and takes over the case. What the actual fuck. She's like pretty much every stereotype of a "quirky Millennial" you can think of: she drives a hybrid, wears bright neon green glasses, has blue hair, and is even called "autistic" at one point. Edgy. Cool. Cool cool cool. Also, quick aside, she's eating POPCORN IN THE CRIME SCENE BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING COOL AND EDGY AND HURR FUCKING DURR.
She immediately figures out what's going on because of course she does. Meanwhile, Ray is still killing and still not wanting to kill across the state of Colorado. And the last dude he kills has some sweet poor beautiful youngster with him who Ray, despite not wanting to, takes under his wing because of course he does. They escape from the wunderkind FBI agent just in time and hide away at a motel where Bloodshot and the girl have that oh so cliche moment of "I got another room for myself" "oh, you didn't have to, you can stay with me" "no, i shouldn't" "please don't leave me alone" "i have to". Ugh. His hallucinated dead ex lover is all jealous and keeps calling the girl a "slut" who's "damaged goods" despite every fucking person in this goddamn comic being "damaged goods" because, you guessed it, of course she does. Then, through internal monologue, Bloodshot say's already in love in the "kid". Yep, he calls her a kid because she's like half his age BECAUSE OF COURSE SHE FUCKING IS, you can't have a big badass forty something year old military man without giving him a sexy hot twenty year old as a love interest amirite or amirite.
Good fucking god, man, what the fuck?
This was awful awful awful. Like a train wreck I couldn't look away from. Is literally the only prerequisite to being a comic writer being a douchy straight white male who can write nothing other than the most cliched piece of shit drivel in existence? I bet this dude smells his own farts. I'm kinda in awe at how this man has kept a job writing comics and for so long too. It's like an ouroboros of narcissism and conceit where if a dude is condescending and egotistical enough everyone else will start to think he's as good as he says he is. Well, I see through your bullshit, Lemire and I will never, ever read another comic by you again.