During the Silver Age of Comics, Kryptonite had many bizarre mutational properties. In 1963's Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen #68, Jimmy — driven insane with rage by The Hate Helmet — exposes Superman to Red Kryptonite, morphing the hero into Old Scratch.
This is but one twist in a fine comic with the narrative grace of a monster truck crash.
The comic begins with Superman organizing his collection of Jimmy's bizarre transformations. As we've noted before, Superman's HQ lacks toilets but contains many disturbingly real facsimiles of his loved ones. This is where Superman pretends to be human, collecting experiences and relationships like so many POGs.
SSuperman must hurry away from his perverse diorama to break an anchor for his man-child compatriot, Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy and Superman's friendship is a vaguely delineated fraternal-paternal bond. It is not unlike that of Tommy Wiseau and Denny from The Room.
SJimmy dons a fake of the famed Hate Helmet — which egad! — turns out to be the real thing. Jimmy is filled with loathing for humanity, but most of his animus is saved for himself. Why else would he wear that suit?
SJimmy — still rage-drunk off of the Hate Helmet — uses Red Kryptonite to Satanify Superman. This scene will someday inspire a longwinded Nietzschean digression by a massively hungover graduate student.
SI like this scene because everyone's purposely ignoring Jimmy as he screams at no one in particular.
SBest Superman panel ever? Nah. It's at least somewhere in the Top 100, and half of those are from the time Lois Lane was hit by the obesity laser. Do Kryptonians even believe in a God-Satan binary? Given how advanced their culture is, I imagine the Kryptonian prime creator is bedeviled by a pitchfork-wielding cloud of neutrinos or something.
But wait! What is this? Little men are flying out of Superman's horns! Will this comic careen to a logical conclusion? Goodness, no. You can read the rest of this sense-defying saga over at Grantbridge Street (link NSFW).