Planet Death #0
Illustrated by: Tomás Giorello
Written by: Derek Kolstad & Robert Venditti
Color: Dave Stewart
Bad Idea
2025
*Mucho spoilers! Sorry…
This comic hits like a punch from a pissed-off god
Let’s get this out of the way: Planet Death #0 isn’t here to hold your hand. It’s not here to wax poetic about space politics or drop ten pages of exposition. It’s here to rip your spine out with one hand and flip you the bird with the other — and somehow make you thank it for the privilege.
The premise is gloriously simple: humanity invades an ice-cold alien hellhole with an army. It goes horribly wrong. Everyone dies immediately… except one guy. Corporal Scott. And instead of crawling into a corner and crying about it, he decides to finish the mission solo. One man. One mission. Zero backup. No mercy.
Writers Derek Kolstad (John Wick, aka Mr. “I kill a guy with a pencil”) and Robert Venditti (X-O Manowar, Green Lantern) don’t waste a single panel. They write this book like it’s strapped with explosives. You won’t find drawn-out conversations or emotional therapy sessions here — just raw, gritty survival and a protagonist with more resolve than sense. It’s pure action, stripped down and turned all the way up.
Then there’s the art. Tomás Giorello doesn’t draw comics — he sculpts war scenes with a chainsaw. Everything is sharp, heavy, and mean. You can feel the crunch of snow under boots, the hiss of alien weapons, and the silence of death creeping in. Every page drips with chaos and cold steel.
Dave Stewart’s color palette? An absolute riot. We’re talking radioactive greens, nuclear pinks, and blinding oranges. It shouldn’t work — but it does, and it hits like a synthwave apocalypse. This book looks like a fever dream had a baby with a death metal album cover.
And holy hell, the lettering. Tom Napolitano turns sound effects into weapons. They don’t just sit on top of the art — they’re part of it, embedded like shrapnel. It’s violent, stylish, and completely unhinged. I mean that as a compliment.
And get this — they printed the whole thing on old-school newsprint. Not because they’re being cute. Because that texture matters. It makes the whole experience feel dirty, dangerous, and real. Like you’re holding a relic from another time — or maybe a warning from the future.
Here’s the bottom line. Planet Death #0 is a war cry. It’s comics with teeth. If this is the appetizer, July’s main course is going to be an all-out bloodbath — and I am here for it.
Buy it. Read it. Let it ruin your day in the best way possible.
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