#atlas seaboard

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Atlas/Seaboard house ad for Devilina, 1975.

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Weird Tales of the Macabre #2, March 1975, cover by Boris Vallejo

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NYCC 2024: Atlas/Seaboard Announces its Relaunch Character Line-Up

NYCC 2024: Atlas/Seaboard Announces its Relaunch Character Line-Up #comics #comicbooks #nycc #nycc2024 #nycc24

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5 Random Comics

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Pages from THRILLING ADVENTURE STORIES #2. Atlas Comics, 1975.

Neal Adams cover. Story art by Walt Simonson, Alex Toth, John Severin and Russ Heath.

[chernobog13]

The third, and final, issue of Weird Suspense featuring The Tarantula (January, 1975) from Atlas/Seaboard comics. Art by Rich Buckler.

The Tarantula was a weird combination of Spider-Man (he could climb walls and shoot webbing) with your standard werewolf curse. His "curse of the tarantula" caused the male members of his family to turn into man-spiders and eat people!

The difference between this guy and his ancestors, though, is that he decides to appease his hunger by eating crooks and evildoers. That's right: he fights crime by eating criminals!

How that is considered super heroic is beyond me. Also beyond me is how something like that could be approved by the Comics Code Authority. Then again, it was the Seventies, and the Comics Code was losing a lot of its teeth, but that's a story for another day.

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In November of 1974, a revived Atlas Comics -- commonly referred to as Atlas/Seaboard, to distinguish it from the Marvel Comics precursor known as Atlas -- launched several new titles as part of a new line of comics from former Marvel publisher Martin Goodman. Creators like Neal Adams, Steve Ditko, Russ Heath, John Severin, Alex Toth, Wally Wood, Howard Chaykin and Rich Buckler came on board to launch the new line, which included The Scorpion (shown above, by Chaykin), The Brute, The Destructor, Ironjaw and more.

The titles didn't last long, as they ran into distribution issues and many of them shared similarities to what Marvel and DC were publishing at the time. The Scorpion, in fact, which debuted on this day in '74, only lasted three issues, but Chaykin would use a similar character design when he created Dominic Fortune for Marvel.

And since nothing in pop culture really dies anymore, Atlas is being revived, not only in comics but in action figures and movies.

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Atlas/Seaboard Announces Character Line-Up at New York Comic Con Relaunch

“Devilina” #1 “The Grim Ghost” #1 “Lomax N.Y.P.D.” #2 “Phoenix” #1 The Press Release: Steven Paul’s Atlas/Seaboard, the newly relaunched brand of legacy comic book publisher Atlas Comics, announced today its lineup of revitalized characters that will be featured at New York Comic Con, coinciding with the brand’s 50th anniversary. At the forefront of Atlas/Seaboard’s relaunch is Devilina, the…

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The Scorpion #2

by Howard Chaykin

Atlas/Seaboard

[weirdlookindog]

The Last Train

by Russ Jones and Jerry Grandenetti

(Tales of Evil #2 - April 1975)

source

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House ad for Tales of the Sorceress #1, eventually published as Devilina #1, January 1975

They ran an amended version of this ad:

Here's another ad with the name Tales of the Sorceress:

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NYCC 2024: Atlas Comics celebrates 50 years and relaunches. Jon Voight to Attend Booth and Judge Devilina Costume Contest

NYCC 2024: Atlas Comics celebrates 50 years and relaunches. Jon Voight to Attend Booth and Judge Devilina Costume Contest #comics #comicbooks #nycc #nycc2024 #nycc24

Steven Paul’s SP Media Group announced that it will relaunch Atlas Comics, a legacy comic book publisher founded by Martin Goodman (who also founded Marvel Comics), at New York Comic Con (NYCC) on the 50th anniversary of its original debut. The new title of the brand will be Atlas/Seaboard, and as part of the relaunch, it has entered an exclusive partnership with Walmart to distribute classic…

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WEIRD TALES OF THE MACABRE #1-2 (Atlas Seaboard) 1975 .

Atlas infamously popped up with a ton of titles and flamed out quickly (due largely, it seems, to distribution issues). Despite being fondly remembered, most of their output was less than stellar. TALES was a part of their magazine line, and did feature some nifty stories in an EERIE/CREEPY vein.

[writer59january13]

Summer Solstice 2025

Friday, June twentieth at 10:42 Post Meridian

Eastern standard time

will find Earth's North Pole tilted closest toward sun. This demarcates most daylight hours of the year for people living within the northern hemisphere. Just shy of the supposed bewitching hour (more than twelve hours from drafting these lines) nearest star in solar system reaches highest point in the sky.

Hence hasty intent to beat buzzer sound dashing off riding figurative one seahorse open sleigh madly awk cross cyber sea, aye rudder sally forth (slogging thru virtual flotsam and jetsam) with poetic obeisance paid to average size ball of Earth, wind and fire, my out of this world quasi stellar benediction since Earthlings traveled thru space/time continuum circa complimenting

summer solstice at Stonehenge

when the sky is clear, the sun rises

behind the Heel stone, the ancient entrance

to the circle, and rays of sunlight channelled

into the centre of the monument.

Perchance bajillion years ago, when predecessors of present day primates (those foo fighting beastie boys coon sitter terribly less a bomb bin hubble), versus twenty first century Homo sapiens predilection for total mortal kombat graphically spiraling downward zeroing (kamikaze like), loose analogy drawn, videre licet calling to mind witnessing subjective nattering nabob of nativity spinning his/her mathematical roulette wheel of misfortune, albeit analogous to hypotrochoids and epitrochoids geocentric model representing Ptolemaic system, or also representing on a much smaller scale the microscopic subatomic particles, such as electrons, protons, neutrons, quarks, and leptons considered the fundamental building blocks of the universe, according to scientific sources. While scientists continue to explore the nature of these particles, particularly quarks and leptons, there's no indication that they themselves are composed of smaller, discrete particles invisible to the naked eye manifold times smaller than a grain of sand; now what strains incredulity whereby countless grains of sand, roughly (7.5 x 10^21) grains of sand on Earth. This is an estimate based on calculations of the volume of beaches and deserts, and assuming an average grain size.

Such minutiae surprisingly impactful within the realm of present day Homo sapiens, whose lives also linkedin with natural phenomena and affecting multitudinous life forms more than one might be aware geological, meteorological, and radiobiological to name a few terrestrial processes occurring across oblate spheroid, (which could come to a crashing halt predicated on burgeoning human population or apocalypse now considering present day brinksmanship

jeopardizing sustainable planet presuming industrial paradigm prevails, thence man/ woman kind will unwittingly trumpet, and

or sound claxon (ex post facto), while warming temperatures melt glaciers, asper huge popsicles drowning multitudinous habitats courtesy

of violent meteorologic cataclysms, where Noah ark will be big enough to save majority of creatures, and (wherein no art of the deal) savvy enough to wall off sky high tidal Katrina and the waves, then nature will (make a killing) relishing tidying Gaia's condemnation, whereby Atlas shrugged off sized tureen if necessary applying pledged finishing touches repurposing third rock for another species slated to inherit pseudo tabula rasa after Campbells, and broth hers detox polluted primordial soup i.e. once cleansed of poisons, thus...I condense my Green New Deal spiel!

Midwinter night dream filled

with balm of June solstice rays

lackadaisical and carefree months ideal time

to while away pronounced illuminated days

outdoor sports a favorite choice

occupies athletic population,

which venues witness frequent surge

and spill of overtime plays

another popular milieu

favorable climate awakens

constitutes habitués vacationers visit

ashore popular waterways

beachfront shoreline inundated

by mass exodus of sun worshippers

tidal seaboard awash

along every square inch

human species splashes to keep cool

within ocean and bays.

Six months ago bitter cold

and dark snow filled skies

wrought undeserved vengeance

viewed from these eyes

who after each and

every major winter storm

donned proper attire

to stay warm outside

while clearing walkway

with shovel in hand

executed repetitive motion

akin to how boater plies

similar (yet reversed)

bodily swing of arms

now readily prepares for execution

of most difficult seasonal task

requires usage of most complex muscle

the source of poetry witty and wise.

Awake to the solar celestial sea chant

mourning regarding species no longer extant thus upon figurative shoulders of youth

tasked with survival of humanity

a behemoth nearly impossible mission

younger generations unfairly saddled

with obligatory filched grant courtesy when fossil fuels

broadcast onset of four Industrial Revolutions

spewing paradigm videre licet free market capitalist kant now quashing, thrashing, wrestling against rant

long fostering Homo sapiens dominance.

Starry-eyed dark matter

of infinite space

espied by countless eons

since original human race

became cognizant of her/

his terrestrial place

gilding the heavens with strings

of pearly hued lace

closer to earth charting

early skywatchers to notice moon face

held captive via gravitational brace

while zodiac archer aims

cocked bow, where knocked feathers sans arrow complete an awesome

fantastic bullseye ace.

Mother nature’s ornery primates supreme display said massive breastworks broadcast inlay feat of awesome accomplishment

finds yours truly humbled okay

with his feeble limitations

engendering ample rocky tsuris oy vey.

Today June 20th, 2025 after a light rain, the night before, whereby cooler temperatures prevail,

a strand of pearls clung to slender tree limbs

bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs

tell tale sign recent cloudburst

cleft darkened heavens

rained watery life source liquid

downpour laced branched canopy

awash with molecular droplets

requisite to feed burlesque Vaudeville bluster

exquisite gala performance unrehearsed

unscripted ubiquitous theatrical performance

received limitless encores

toward Gaia screenwriter

whose infinite scope

(wrought upon natural landscape palette)

exceeds the finite abilities

of those bipedal dominatrix

human organisms imbued

whose dilettante debut

(dawned these last seconds

on the clock face of geologic history)

might witness curtain call

on their final act.

[bclaymoore]

Atlas Comics (Atlas/Seaboard) has attracted the attention of fans again, after premiering some MEGO toy versions of Atlas characters at New York Comic Con this year.

Because the books were easily and cheaply found in back issue bins when I was growing up, I collected most of their line, despite not having been around when they were published. So I'm one of many creators who's always had a strange itch to rework their characters, and it's hard to say why. The truth is, their books weren't very good, with some notable exceptions (Chaykin's SCORPION topping the list).

But I've always thought characters that were sort of bleh the first time around, without diehard fans, are the most fun to play around with, building on the basics without having to adhere to any real continuity.

In any event, here's a small gallery of some of the more interesting Atlas covers.

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THE POOTICUCK ATLAS PART II

More verbiage from Canterville, but this time, we’re focusing on Pooticuck County, Canterville’s main ally in the Flatlands, as well as all the towns and villages which make up that micro-nation.  This will be the second part….

ACTON – Despite having a name which could have been forced on those Connecticut communities where perfectly good and interesting Native American names were being used already, Acton is one of four Pooticuck County towns which originally were whiskaways from the Firelands of Ohio.  The allotments in the Firelands were originally promised as reparations to Connecticut landowners who suffered losses from the British during the American Revolution (but which did not reach a proper settlement until after the War of 1812.)

Acton is a college town; the center of activity is unfortunately saddled with the name of “Pooticuck University.”  (Think of the merch….)

Once whisked away by the demi-god Astiph to be stitched into the Flatlands landscape, Acton became the site of an agricultural college.  It is now a full university with schools dedicated to the sciences, law, business, and the arts.  (And yes, there is a school of academia focused on the Ars Magicis.)  Unfortunately, the center of activity is saddled with the name of “Pooticuck University.”  (Think of the merch….)

There is still an agricultural school, but it’s one dedicated more to animal husbandry, because of the unique creatures to be found on that flat planet.  (As seen in the Flatlands Bestiary, some of those beasties are so outlandish in their anatomy that it has led to speculation that the Toddler Godling is stealing landmasses and creatures from alien worlds.)

HOBBIMOCK – In the legends of several Connecticut tribes, including the Wampaug who are not only unrecognized but totally forgotten, Hobbomock was a stone giant who terrorized the people in the middle of Connecticut, from Hamden to East Haddam back in the Age of Legend.  In some of the legends as told by the Native Americans, it was a brave named Keitan who saved his people by felling the giant.  Others speak of a “semi-god” who put Hobbomock into a deep sleep and eventually became part of the terrain.  But according to the Wonnix who lived in the caverns below Machimoodus, Keitan was a Wonnix, one of the Firbolgs in the Irish mythos who originally came from the Nemed dimension.  He used his people’s scientific knowledge, seen as magic by Primitive Man, to bring Hobbomock’s reign of terror to an end.

When Astiph the Infant Godling made all the Firbolg descendants into whiskaways and brought them to the Flatlands, they were deposited in Pooticuck County onto a stolen region of Connecticut from the East Haddam area.  Banding together, (for they were from all of the Eastern seaboard of the Atlantic, from Tierra del Fuego to the Maritime Provinces), the betailed humanoids made it the base of their community.  (Because they can pass as humans, save for the tails, Firbolg sub-groups now live all throughout the Flatlands except for in Nisssiruu, the Reptoid stronghold and anywhere in the Albiyun Empire where it is rumored they are in league with the Elf Lords known as the Tuatha de Danann.  (In the Flatlands, they are now known as the Tuath Dé, “Children of the Gods.”  But because of the pronunciation, the Firbolgs have corrupted that to “Twad”.  You can guess what that leads to….)

The Wonnix who hold down the fort in Pooticuck County decided to name their town after the stone giant vanquished by Keitan, mostly as a reminder to any possible enemies that they are True Davids against all Goliaths.  (The spelling is slightly altered; no sense in tempting Fate.)  Also, if you’re traveling through Pooticuck County and lose track of your location, you will at least know if you’re in Hobbimock – all of the houses are of the deeply indigo in color.

BLUE MOON HOLLOW – In December of 1807, a massive meteor exploded over the village of Weston in Fairfield County, Connecticut.  Pieces of the Weston meteor can still be seen in museums, and to the world outside of Canterville, it was an act of Nature (or if you prefer, God.)  But that meteor was from the rings of Saturn, and it was towed to Earth by alien travelers so that its explosion would be a distraction as they steered their disabled spaceship to the area where Canterville should have been.  Those aliens, blue-skinned humanoids from Terruh, were escaping from an insectoid race which had conquered their planet to be a food source.  They aimed for Canterville because their sensors detected the energy sources for both the Caul surrounding the village and the vortals within which led to the Flatlands.  It proved to be a rough crash landing as the ship had been heavily damaged in their escape from Terruh.  Canterville was an emergency second option (they were originally planning to reach a planet known as “Morningstar” in our solar system, which is thought to be Venus.)

The spaceship came in so hard that it smashed through membranous barrier known as the Caul.  The people of Canterville helped the spaceship to cross through the largest of the vortals and arrived in the Flatlands, the only known population to do so voluntarily.  The earliest incarnations of the Monitaurs set them up in the town next to their own Thachum and have often called upon them for their scientific innovations.  When Terruhns need to travel back to Earth as Monitaur agents, they often use the surname of “Fugate” to explain away the blue tint of their skin.  (Look up the Fugate family; quite a story!)

But was the 1807 crash really an accident?  Theories have come up in the last century that the arrival of the Terruhns in Canterville was engineered by Astiph.  The premise is that the Toddler God had become fascinated with the idea of collecting extraterrestrials as its new “action figures”.

One word of warning: never refer to Earthlings as “Terrans”.  The Terruhns consider their homonymous name to have been first chronologically in some kind of extraterrestrial timeline.