Gratuitous violence and homespun wisdom can only get you so far, so that’s where the mysterious warrior cyborg comes in. By the third issue there are still many questions that need to be answered, all in good time, it seems. In Extremity, Johnson has built a world that makes no sense, but that’s OK because it lends itself to the display of the maniacal realities of survival. The deliberate chaos in rendering the clan grudges and topography emphasizes the desperation of the people that inhabit it.
Thea gets her name as “Artist” but has been maimed by the enemy, yet she still draws. Shiloh remembers that that’s not his name but his model. Vengeance is meted out and carnage is everywhere, and in the end, all that is left is nightmare and anguish.
Extremity is a tragic tale that hints at deeper issues. Ominous dialogue and epic battles serve to establish a conflict that is both repulsive and gripping. I’m not sure where Johnson is going with all this. On the surface, the endless and pointless war seems familiar, but there are layers beneath that are revealed week by week.