In Generations: The Archers, Kate Bishop and Clint Barton, the two Hawkeyes, find themselves on an island where some of Marvel’s most notorious marksmen are on a Hunger Games type of survival game. Since Clint doesn’t know her and is still wearing his old tacky costume, Kate assumes she’s mysteriously transported to the past by someone. Forging a friendship, the two work together to determine what the hell is going on, and who is behind it. They find the mastermind, but so do the other marksmen, including the homicidal maniac Bullseye, and that’s when the arrows and knives and swords start flying.

It’s a crazy-ass fun story, and I like it.

Thursday: woke up, went to work, got busy, went home. Watched episodes 2 and 3 of True Detective season 3 to decompress and thought the series is doing good so far. I hope it will not be like season 2 which, despite its stellar cast, is forgettable at best. For the third season I am putting my faith in Mahershala Ali.

Before sleeping, I pre-ordered comics for next week at Filbar’s. It’s an interesting bunch (Heroes in Crisis #5 and the first issue of Fight Club 3, among them) and it’ll cost me big, but so what?