Bonjour, mes amis!
I just read the most ridiculous sixteen pages of my life. To those who are unfamiliar with the Doom Comic, I urge you to go forth and read it now for a good laugh. The comic features the Doomguy who is on a massive killing spree on zombies, diablotins (imps), "big-mouthed floating thingies" and the like when he discovers that he needs a gun. A REALLY big gun. During his killing spree, he spends his time talking with himself and shouting outrageous things, most likely reflecting the state of mind of the authors when this comic was written. "Rip and tear, rip and tear, rip and tear... rip and tear your guts! You're huge! That means you have huge guts! Rip and tear!"
Yet through all of this ridiculous, laughable material and très sanglant dessins (very bloody drawings), there was une image that was completely unrelated to the rest of the story but so necessary to give this comic any meaning whatsoever.
"Why can't we find a way to safely dispose of radioactive waste and protect the environment? Even if I stop the alien invasion (So that's why he's on a massive killing spree!), what kind of a planet will we be leaving to our children and our children's children, and..."
Is it just me, or is there something fishy about a hilariously stupid comic that has a frame set aside to talk about the environment? I can't decide if they're mocking it with the next line "oh, the humanity!" and returning to talking about his gun, but we'll give the authors the benefit of the doubt and say that they're trying to gently introduce the idea of caring for the environment to the public.