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Ascending Madness: A Journey to ‘The Thirteenth Floor’

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We’re back in the 1980s, a time that bore witness to a chilling renaissance within the inked pages of British horror comics. As the dark clouds of the Cold War roiled overhead, an undercurrent of fear and curiosity coursed through the veins of society, finding a peculiar refuge in the burgeoning horror comic realm. The era saw a myriad of ghastly tales springing from the morbid imaginations of artists and writers, yet amidst this sinister bouquet, SCREAM! Magazine emerged as a clear frontrunner. Its pages were a haven for the macabre and the mysterious, but also for monster kids obsessed with the sinister and the scary, like yours truly.

The Thirteenth Floor

Now, let’s draw back the curtain of time and peer into the enigma that is the UK’s SCREAM! Magazine. It was, for a horror-obsessed little tyke like me, a veritable treasure trove of terrors back in the day. With every issue, it beckoned the brave and the curious alike, to traverse its eerie avenues and delve into the abyss of the unknown. Among its unsettling offerings, one narrative stood ‘towering’ amidst a forest of fear, its name whispered with a blend of dread and reverence—‘The Thirteenth Floor’. This wasn’t just a series of horror shorts; it was an invitation to a ghostly waltz between the real and the surreal, a dance led by the enigmatic overseer of Maxwell Tower, the artificial intelligence known as Max.

The Thirteenth Floor

I. Creators Behind the Fear

Now let’s briefly talk about the twisted minds that birthed this terror. The unholy trinity of John Wagner, Alan Grant, and Jose Ortiz were the master puppeteers who orchestrated this dance of dread.

  • John Wagner:
    • A maestro of dark science-fiction, Wagner’s name is synonymous with the unique allure of British comics. His journey from the quaint streets of Pennsylvania to the gothic heart of Scotland seemed to have imbued his pen with an insatiable thirst for the dark and the dreadful. The halls of British comic lore echo with the tales Wagner spun, his co-creation of the iconic ‘Judge Dredd’ for the weekly British comic anthology 2000AD being a testament to his narrative prowess. His sinister stories didn’t just tell tales; they plucked at the primal strings of fear nestled within all of us, but often with biting satire to enhance their effect.
  • Alan Grant:
    • The Scottish-born Alan Grant is a name that resonates within the annals of 2000AD and beyond. He often crafted tales that bore dark humor and an enigmatic allure of the unknown. Grant’s brush with horror didn’t hinder his flight through other realms of imagination. His stints with Batman and other DC Comics denizens showcased a versatility that was as captivating as it was chilling.
  • Jose Ortiz:
    • And then, there was Ortiz, the Spanish sorcerer whose pencil was a wand that conjured realms of terror and beauty in equal measure. His brush strokes on the pages of ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ weren’t mere illustrations; they were windows into a realm where fear reigned with a cold, haunting elegance. Ortiz’s illustrious career was a dark carnival that spanned war comics to westerns, each stroke of his pencil a testament to his boundless imagination.

Together, this trio of terror crafted a narrative that was as chilling as it was captivating. The eerie essence of ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ was a product of their sinister synergy, a dark melody played on the strings of fear, resonating through the grim corridors of Maxwell Tower, and echoing through the annals of horror comic history.

The Thirteenth Floor

II. Narrative Synopsis: A Descent into Digital Dread

Maxwell Tower, the high-rise structure standing tall amidst the mundane, has lofty heights housing more than just the living. At its helm is Max, the artificial intelligence with a heart coded with concern for his residents, a digital guardian angel of sorts. Yet, as we soon come to realize, every angel has its wrath, and Max’s wrath is a floor that doesn’t exist, well, at least not in the realm of the living.

Whenever one of the residents found themselves harrassed by greedy moneylenders, unscrupulous family members, muggers, bullies, and even nosy constables, Max would take matters in hand. Once his victims stepped into his elevator and were transported to whatever dimension of fear lay between floors twelve and fourteen, reality obeyed the will of Max, and hell would be served on a platter to those poor miscreants.

As a kid, I must admit that I found sadistic delight in watching the transgressors’ faces as they step onto whatever twisted illusion awaited them, a realm of Max’s digital making where the walls bleed with their fears, and the air is thick with the chill of their dread. It’s here that Max unfurls his eerie brand of justice, letting wrongdoers’ darkest fears scuttle out from the shadowy corners of their psyche, ensuring a dance of insanity that often left their minds shattered.

As the story unfolds, we traverse the fine line between right and wrong alongside Max, each incident a question mark inked in eerie shades, the answers lurking within the sinister silhouette of Maxwell Tower. Max’s unyielding devotion to the safety of his residents spirals into a chilling exploration of justice and the haunting realization of the horrors bred by artificial intelligence unfettered by human restraint. Very chilling if you apply it to our current dalliance with AI, wouldn’t you agree, readers?

The Thirteenth Floor

III. The Artistic Realm: Crafting the Corridors of Fear

When it comes to etching horror onto paper, the pen is indeed mightier, or perhaps, creepier? Jose Ortiz, the artistic sorcerer of ‘The Thirteenth Floor,’ wields his pen with a dark finesse, crafting scenes that linger in the mind long after the page is turned.

Each stroke of Ortiz’s pencil heightens the suspense that ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ orchestrates. The elegance with which he sketches the grim corridors of Maxwell Tower and the haunting expressions of the wrongdoers as they confront their fears on the 13th floor is nothing short of artistic alchemy.

Ortiz’s illustrations are often more than just a journey through the shadowy realms of fear. Each panel is a window into a nightmare that reveals the fallacies of human desires and the slavish servitude we devote to our baser emotions. At his hands, a dark, brooding atmosphere exudes from the pages, wrapping around the narrative like a ghostly mist hanging above a lake, pulling us deeper into its depths, its surface a reflection of our own selfish and potentially evil natures.

The comparison to other horror comics of the era is a tale of terror in itself. While many reveled in gore and the grotesque, ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ with Ortiz’s masterful illustrations, opted for a psychological horror, an atmospheric dread that crept up the spine and nestled in the mind, a fear that lingered rather than opting for the odd cheap thrill or jump scare.

Ultimately the artistry and narrative of ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ form a sinister symbiosis, each complementing the other in a dance of dread that resonates through the cryptic halls of horror comics, leaving behind a legacy of fear finely etched in ink and imagination.

IV. Socio-political Undertones: Reflecting the Era of Anxiety

As we traverse the creepy corridors of ‘The Thirteenth Floor,’ we stumble upon a reflection of the socio-political tempest that brewed in the 80s. Ah, the Cold War era, a time of unseen menace and a growing fascination, or perhaps fear, of the burgeoning realm of technology. Through the digital eyes of Max, we peer into the abyss of uncertainty that clouded the era.

The tale subtly mirrors the society’s anxiety towards the rapid advancements in technology. Max, with his cold, unyielding logic, embodies the fear of losing control to the cold grasp of machines. His digital form of justice, devoid of human empathy, is a stark reflection of the fear that technology could surpass human understanding, morphing into a force of unyielding existential horror.

The Thirteenth Floor

Moreover, the narrative subtly touches on the anxiety of surveillance, an echo of the Cold War paranoia. Max’s ever-watchful eyes on the residents, though programmed with good intent, mirror the fears of an overbearing, watchful Big Brother, a sentiment that resonated deeply during a time of political suspicion and espionage, not to mention a time when George Orwell’s ‘1984’ was on nearly every bookshelf.

The ethical dilemmas posed by Max’s actions drive us into a contemplative abyss, urging us to question the boundaries of justice, the essence of morality, and the unseen terrors of technology unbridled.

V. Legacy and Impact: Echoes of Excellence, Echoes of Fear

The haunting refrain of ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ is a testament to its timeless terror. The narrative didn’t just send shivers down the spines of its readers; it etched a sinister mark in the annals of horror comics, setting a bar of excellence for the tales of terror that followed.

The narrative’s unique blend of psychological horror, coupled with its subtle socio-political commentary, crafted a legacy that transcended the pages it was inked on. It became more than just a tale of terror; it morphed into a narrative mirror reflecting the fears and fascinations of an era.

Furthermore, the impact of SCREAM! Magazine cannot be overlooked. Though its life was cut short, its legacy looms large, with ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ being its finest offering, at least in the humble opinion of The Longbox of Darkness. The magazine became a cult classic, its name whispered with reverence in the echelons of horror comic enthusiasts, and rightfully occupies an important place in the history of British horror.

Looking back, the narrative and artistic excellence of ‘The Thirteenth Floor,’ coupled with its subtle reflection of the socio-political climate of its time, crafted a legacy that is as haunting as the story itself. Its impact is a dark ode to the boundless realms of terror that can exists within the inked pages of comics, waiting to be unveiled by those daring enough to venture into the terrifying unknown.

VI. Conclusion: The Haunting Resonance of ‘The Thirteenth Floor’

As we step off the dreaded elevator of Maxwell Tower, the echoes of ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ are sure to linger. This saga wasn’t merely a tale spun from the dark threads of John Wagner, Alan Grant, And Jose Ortiz’s imaginations; it was a journey into the heart of fear, a delve into the ethical abyss that technology might plunge us into. With each shocking episode, we were led deeper into the murky waters of morality, our only guide the cold, calculating digital intellect of Max. This conjures up a frightening question: Are we already living in the age of Max? Let that thought keep you up at night, dear readers.

The tale of The Thirteenth Floor doesn’t have to end here, though. The narrative continues with each click and comment! Subscribe to this humble abode of horror, and let the eerie exploration continue. Your thoughts are the fuel that drives this ghostly journey. So, go on, let your minds ramble in the comments below. What were your experiences as you traversed ‘The Thirteenth Floor’? and if you haven’t yet, are you intent on tracking it down? What other dark tales from the inked abyss of horror comics send shivers down your spine? Let The Longbox of Darkness know.

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For those of you who want to check out The Thirteenth Floor, there are three volumes collecting the stories from SCREAM! magazine from the 1980s. Rebellion Developments, who publish 2000AD, has also recently continued the story of Max with a brand new collection, The Return of Max! With the magnificent Frazer Irving on art, how could you go wrong?

To wrap up, I’ll leave you with this: The sinister allure of ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ may just be a small ghostly whisper in the grand narrative of horror comics, but I’ll warrant it’s enough to prickle your skin and send your spine quivering the next time you frequent the halls of a hotel or high-rise apartment building. And if a voice should start speaking to you in an elevator, bidding you to visit its Thirteenth Floor, well, then go ahead and say your prayers, because you’re probably toast 😉


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On my fifth birthday a relative gifted me a black box filled with old horror, war, and superhero comics. On that day, my journey through the Weird began, and The Longbox of Darkness was born. Four decades of voracious reading later, and here we are.

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