I finally finished up reading League of Extraordinary Gentlemen after years of putting it off, and to be honest I'm a little disappointed. Which I guess was part of the point of Century. The story is about disappointment, and frustration with the way the world turned out when compared to the dreams writers from the Pulp era the characters of the story originated imagined it to be.

But Century 2009? That was just. . . pure distilled depression on Moore's part.
By the end of League. there's no Martians on Mars anymore, Baghdad is home to terrorists now, not genies or flying carpets. The people who are celebrated as heroes by the general public are reprehensible thugs like 'Jimmy' Bond, and heroes like John Carter, Sherlock Holmes, Allan Quartermane, are either dead, dying, or living their lives in shame. The names of great heroes from literature of the past (this worlds actual past) are mocked by being used to sell products like Ramen.
The one who gets the worst of it is Immortal transvesite Orlando. Who is still coming to terms with her own disappointment about the course of human history, and the stagnation of the literary world of League. She's been around since Troy, she's been in almost every major conflict since then., She's seen gods be born and die, had every conceivable type of sex imaginable, she's met everyone from Hercules and Spartacus, King Arthur and Merlin, to Sinbad and Adenoid Hynkel, to Horatio Blimp and Fu Manchu. She's killed so many people for both justifiable and morally dubious reasons over her 2000 plus year long life that she just can't bring herself to care anymore. Even sharing her experiences with fellow immortal soldier Colonel Cuckoo can't bring her out of her stupor. She's done everything, and now only seeks comfort in the familiar, but all that's familiar to her is war.
The world (and the public domain the characters living in it) have lost everything that made it special. Or rather, what literature had in the past that it doesn't have today.
. . . and this is Alan Moores screed against it.