When I picked up my first X-Men comic back in the 80s, I quickly realized one thing: Rogue is bloody awesome. It is truth. It is law.
Every week I will share with you a moment, a panel, a scene, that proves it.
Because: Rogue. FUCK YEAH.
The X-Men emerge from a lengthy, gruelingly brutal battle with other-dimensional invading fuckwits. They’re hurt, but happy. The day is won! <Claremont> But what price victory?! </Claremont>
Gambit’s power was being used to keep the dimensional portal open. Rogue tried to free him, but she got stuck in the beam. So at the most inopportune time (because of course), this right bastard named Vargas comes along. He’s convinced that Rogue is destined to kill him. He strikes preemptively, and here we are. Mutants on a stick.
Looks nasty and shit, yeah? Two dead X-Men, so that sucks. BUT WAIT.
I like to think she tried a couple times to get up on her own because DAMN GIRL. I get a splinter in my finger and I’m a quivering ball of flesh and tears until someone plucks it out. But Rogue?
She not only wants up, but she’s going to monologue at you while she waits.
AND WHILE THE BLOODY SWORD IS RIPPED FROM HER BACK.
Dude has killed your friend, likely killed your cajun boytoy and very literally stabbed you in the back with a five-foot sword. What do you?
VOW TO FUCK UP HIS DAY.
Rogue. Gravely wounded, on the edge of death, but wants nothing more than to kick a dude in the nuts. FUCK YEAH.
From X-Treme X-Men #17 by Chris Claremont and Salvador Larroca.