Well, in news that was shocking only because it came 11 years after everyone assumed it would, Wildstorm Comics is no more.
You may remember Wildstorm as one of the corners of the Image universe at the beginning (back when it was called Homage Studios) and back when WildC.A.T.S. was in its original incarnation of a bunch of fairly transparent knockoffs of other characters, plus a Big Guy (every Image comic had a Big Guy. Liefeld had 20!) which hit big, had a good run for awhile there, then, as the mid-90s crashed caused their fortunes to sag they had Alan Moore come on board to write some books and allowed Warren Ellis to begin laying the groundwork for The Authority by introducing his stock company of characters including Sarcastic Woman Who Is Sarcastic All The Time, Mannish Strong Girl, and Thinly-Disguised Warren Ellis Manque In Black Trenchcoat in a world where everyone's an annoying, effete, douchebag (as the Wildstorm universe consisted pretty much of ciphers up to this point, this was 15% more characterization than they'd had previously), which pointed the way forward in ways that Wynonna Earp just couldn't hope to.
Meanwhile Alan Moore gave birth to the idea of America's Best Comics, which came to him in a flash of inspiration we now call "Fucking Rob Liefeld's check bounced--AGAIN." This leads to a number of well-regarded books for Wildstorm which include stuff like Jonni Future, which has gorgeous Art Adams art and absolutely no shame about layering in salacious stuff that is less "subtext" than "written in 50 foot high letters on fire." Meanwhile, The Authority hums along, with Ellis idyllic vision of a world where everyone's an asshole soon replaced by Millar's vision of a world wherein we are playthings made of offal who dance on the strings of a supreme being whose idea of "being a grown-up" is "age 16." Also, WildC.A.T.S. gets reinvented as something by Joe Casey which I had no interest in (something about corporatzing superheroes, which is not something I could not take seriously in a book featuring characters like "Warblade" and "Voodoo.") and had the upshot of making Joe Casey someone to listen to among the comics intelligentsia for a few years there, which I'm very glad to say is a time long since past.
So, DC bought Wildstorm around the turn of the century. Like when Marvel bought Mailbu comics for their colouring (I have to do a post about how they totally skullfucked the Ultraverse for a brief ugly moment right before they closed it down) their intention was to feast on the carcass of the company in much the same way a school of piranha devours a piece of meat and also as a way of cozying up to Alan Moore, in much the same way a creepy ex boyfriend cozies up to his old girlfriend by moving into the house across the street and shining a spotlight at her. Meanwhile, the critically acclaimed books that made Wildstorm if not a success, then an interesting little side project, began fading fast, culminating with Grant Morrison and Jim Lee collaborating on a relaunch of all their major books, which immediately imploded and the damn things never really ever came out (just like Image used to be!) and Wildstorm petered out into launches, relaunches, bold new directions, more relaunches, new directions, bold launches, new relaunches, and finally settled on "Oh lets just do middling video game and horror comics until Warners remembers they own us and closes us down."
So now, like a zombie, they have been shot in the head, no longer to continue their shambling undead shuffle until DC unearths them for their latest Multiverse spectacular where they will finally kill the holy fuck out of all of them. It's hard to say Wildstorm ever got what it deserved, because it never really seemed to get anything. However, if they are remembered at all (apart from, y'know, all the stuff circa 2000 that people were actually interested in) let them be remembered for teaching us the lesson that, once subsumed into a corporate hydra, you can actually survive fairly comfortably for a time, just like Milton in Office Space. However, just like Milton in Office Space, you will ultimately only be able to communicate in unintelligible gibberish by the end of it.