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Marvel announced that they are releasing a 6-issue mini-series that will detail, finally, the origin of Wolverine.

Back in high school, I was a big Wolverine fan. In fact, I liked him so much that I didn’t speak to a friend of mine for a whole day because he said Superman could kick Wolverine’s ass in nano-second. My friend even came up with a little story, where Wolverine makes the mistake of bullying mild, mannered reporter Clark Kent. Wolverine pops his claws and slashes at Clark, ruining his suit and tie… revealing the S on his chest. Superman then grabs Wolverine, flies straight up into outer space, heads for the sun, goes through the sun, and comes out the other side, just holding Wolverine’s adamantium skeleton. And it was because of that story that I didn’t talk to him for a whole day. (Hey, I was kid back then!)

Anyway, as years went by, Wolverine’s mysterious past and bad attitude routine just got stale for me.

The mini-series ORIGINS is supposed to answer the question where Wolverine really came from. There’s been fan speculation that he’s been alive ever since the time of the samurai in Japan. He’s had several stories set in the 1940s, so he was definitely alive during that time. My two favorite Wolverine stories set in the 1940s are: X-MEN: GOLDEN AGE and that X-MEN: ACTS OF VENGEANCE story arc. Both had great, fast-paced stories and great art.

As of this writing, Marvel has not yet revealed the creative team who will be handling ORIGINS, but they did say Chris Claremont won’t be writing it. As much as I like Claremont’s work, I think he was at his prime in the 80s. So, I do hope Marvel gets a good writer and artist to tell Wolverine’s tale.

Maybe they can make Wolverine cool for me again.


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