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Hero
When I was in junior high, a friend of mine and I were discovering the pulp masters more or less at the same time. I stumbled first on Edgar Rice Burroughs, and his Tarzan (and other) series, while he stumbled first on Robert E. Howard and the Conan stories. We later traded books, so we got to read a lot more that way; it actually worked out very well for us.
But we had a very vocal and vicious debate about which of the two was the most "bad-ass", and for some reason, that assinine debate of my youth has come back to mind. So now, to settle it once and for all; let's put Tarzan in one corner, Conan in the other, have them fight their way through hordes of man-apes (from the jungles of Stygia, or the ruins of Opar; take your pick), giant snakes and crocodiles to finally face each other and prove, once and for all, who is the King of Over-The-Top Pulp Heroes.
But we had a very vocal and vicious debate about which of the two was the most "bad-ass", and for some reason, that assinine debate of my youth has come back to mind. So now, to settle it once and for all; let's put Tarzan in one corner, Conan in the other, have them fight their way through hordes of man-apes (from the jungles of Stygia, or the ruins of Opar; take your pick), giant snakes and crocodiles to finally face each other and prove, once and for all, who is the King of Over-The-Top Pulp Heroes.