A bulbous, busted nose and a goofy grin, framed by a barbarian’s standard-issue headband and matted, unbarbered mane. Balloon-like muscles and ham-sized hands clutching twin katana-style swords. A pear-shaped girth draped in an orange jerkin that smells like pig filth and old fish (probably because its wearer has stashed fish in his vest and slept … Continue reading How GROO Changed My Concept of What A Comic Book Could Be