(Fantastic Comics 011, 1940)
Every once in a while a comic book crook will organize a gang along military lines and that's just what Skullface Kurd here has done. He's got super-tommy guns. He's got an air force. He has three hundred thousand men, which is more than a hundred thousand more than were in the US Army as of 1939. Hell, they're in New York City and according to the historical population numbers on Wikipedia about one in 24 people in the city must have been in this gang. It's a very large gang, is what I'm saying.
Usually the turning point of these stories happens when, after an initial success, the criminal army proves too individualistic/undisciplined/cowardly to hold together under the counterattack action of the police and/or super-heroes. But not the Skullface Kurd Mob! They bomb, gas and shoot their way to victory and are about to execute the NYPD en mass when Stardust the Super Wizard shows up and overcomes them with rays and mental might.
Skullface himself gets perhaps the most extreme torso crush of any Stardust villain. He's like a tube of toothpaste.
Kurd and presumably all 300 000 of his men are exiled on a far distant planet covered in gold and jewels where the gravity is so strong that they cannot move but the air is somehow so nourishing that they are going to just stand around and think about what they have done for hundreds of years. Classic Stardust, in other words.
SKULL SCORE: 1/5. Skullface Kurd is a disgrace to the skull community. He has gritted teeth? That's all? He isn't even emaciated? He isn't even bald? For shame, Skullface Kurd, for shame. He still gets one point for the teeth, but it's a grudging point.
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