You guys thought you were getting off pretty easy with only one were-tiger story this month, didn't ya? Well, no such luck... and though this one is a bit lengthy, way more on the high adventure side, and a tad light on the horror, it's still loads of fun and actually very funny at times-- and Charles Sultan draws such a sexy, purring, snarling Tigra, you'll totally forget all about that other weird ass were-tiger-- guaranteed!
From the Nov. '51 issue of Adventures into the Unknown #25.
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The guy's a regular Race Bannon. A less jerky protagonist than the last WereTiger story, but still no happy ending. No bestiality you know.
I like it ... as Karswell said, it's less a horror story than an adventure yarn. It's also a bit more of your regular pulp-y "real man" adventure. Our hero basically runs over everybody, the villain crackles and explains everything, a hot lady "prize" shows up, everybody bows down to him and there's a convenient wrap up ending.
There's some really nice tiger art in this. The artist was using an actual reference!
Never expected to see a furries fetish story in THOIA, but here it is! Some striking art in this one.
I remember reading this story awhile back--I think it was the first weretiger story in a comic I had ever read. Yeah, this is less of a horror story and more of a badass adventure one.
I always felt a little sorry for Tigra, poor thing taken from her home and forced to work for a madman without truly knowing what was going on.
Also, she risks her life to save Clint, but doesn't get to reunite back in the human world with her. Oh, well, perhaps it's for the best and she'll finally get that tiger man she always wanted although she'll obviously never forget Clint.
I do laugh pretty hard when the villain immediately identifies Clint as an American.
Lovely art! And what a beautiful example of the old CLINT FLICKER comics lettering taboo! I know I have the sense of a humor or a mature thirteen-year-old, but so do many comics editors. My assumption that visual innuendo like this is fully premeditated can't be completely off-base. When I read about CLINT boning-up on stuff, or keeping a head on the job, I feel like I'm in on the joke. Like grumpy cigar-chomping New York publication moguls are speaking straight through time, directly to me, thirteen-year-old to thirteen-year-old.
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