This is the story of the Moon. THE Moon. Not A Moon. THE MOON. 

 

Y'see not many people seem to know about the Moon. They think they do: orbits the earth, made of cheese etc etc. But that's not it. There's far, far more.

 

The Moon has been dropping out of the sky in the early hours of every morning for the last 2000 years and most recently puts on a suit, takes out a gun and fights ridiculous crime. Ever since a botched, drunken Celtic ceremony in 12ad, the Moon has been doomed to plummet out of the sky, hit the ground, brush himself off and fight the forces of the ridiculous on behalf of the British government. He was supposed to be a beautiful, blue Moon goddess who could sweep entire armies into the sea but they messed it up and we ended up with a skinny guy with a Moon for a head.

He has worked his way up through 2000 years of British history. He has no face with which to emote, no mouth with which to speak. If you put a coke float in front of him he will drink it but no one is entirely sure how. He’s a surprisingly good shot and he’s teamed up with a homicidal traffic warden who named Shades Rodriguez who pretends he’s from Chicago when secretly we suspect he’s from Sheffield.

Collected here and nowhere else is the declassified tale of the Moon. Volume 1 1-6 available at our online store.