I had the good fortune of not having to review the previous issue, but I came back for the finale. After a meandering, aimless tale of – well, I really don’t know what it was – I am only grateful it’s over.

In general, this series has been confusing. Perhaps were I more familiar with previous incarnations of Cave Carson, I might have understood it better, but I think any revival of a long dormant property either should start from scratch or come with a user’s manual of sort. This series has done neither. All one really knows is that Cave Carson explores the Inner Earth the way Jacques Cousteau explored the oceans.

I appreciate the imagery of Michael Avon Oeming and colorist Nick Filardi. Its trippiness only added layers of befuddlement to my experience, but in another property – New Gods, perhaps – it might work better. In my opinion, the blend of words and pictures just didn’t work together. Neither filled in the gaps of the other, leading to a rather bizarre mess.

Perhaps read in one sitting it might be more palatable, and while I’m open to that, it’s not something I’m in any hurry to do.

I’m glad it’s over. Or is it? The final page offers, “Next: Milk Wars,” whatever that means. At the very least, it means there will be a Cave Carson #13. Whether it will have Gerard Way, Jon Rivera and Michael Avon Oeming on board remains to be seen.