Let's Read Heroes Never End (LR: WildStorm)

[Vaarna_Aarne]

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]

 

[SCO]

Sigh.

Whiplash like Ayrton Senna on San Marino.

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]

Sigh.

Whiplash like Ayrton Senna on San Marino.

?

Explain this to my asspie brain.

 

[Stereotypical Villain]

I think that.... oh my fucking god, I'm going to throw up! HUUUUUUURGHHHK!!!

All right, next page.

 

[Edward_R_Murrow]

Wow, can't let Jenny Sparks die, huh? Still, no Ellis gave us an interesting antagonist and a totally less derpy ending. Incline for sure.

So did they ever make a Midnighter/Apollo spinoff? Those two really are the best in the Authority (and the last arc gave them freaking hilarious one liners and actions) and it would be pretty nifty having a comic with them and none of the other characters, especially Jack HAWKESOME, The Derptor, and Jenny.

 

[Admiral jimbob]

They made a Midnighter solo series. It was awesome.

 

[SCO]

Sigh.

Whiplash like Ayrton Senna on San Marino.

?

Explain this to my asspie brain.

Kill Jenny, resurrect Jenny. Start the arc saying you aren't a team that just fights supervillains, fight supervillains. Kill lots of super-powered guys, go out of character and convince another to leave. At the end, back to normal again and show no mercy (just your natural sadism).

I get the problem of the supervillain thing - it's hard to challenge or make exciting the trials of ruling the world because you have everyone else pissing their pants, but at least show something like it, instead of a superhero fight bonanza or "righteous" genocide each arc.

 

[Stereotypical Villain]

Let's see the next train wreck then.

 

[HanoverF]

 

[SCO]

I've had that insight about games too.
btw Varnna, i really think you'd like to read wildcards. I mean sure it varies in quality because it's a shared world, but how can you go wrong with characters like this:

...
Possessed, Fortunato thought with horror, and shot him through the heart.

Staggering back, Fortunato pulled his shirt open and saw that the long, shallow cut across his chest had already stopped bleeding, would not even need stitches. He slammed the door to the hallway and walked across the room to kick out the plug of the phonograph. And then, in the strangled silence, he turned to face the dead boy.

The power rippled and surged inside him. He could see the blood of the women on the dead boy's hands, see the trail of blood that led from the crude pentagram on the floor, see the tracks where the boy had stood, the shadows where the women had died, and there, faintly, as if it had been somehow erased, the marks left by something else.

Lines of power still lingered inside the pentagram, like heat waves shimmering off a highway in the desert. Fortunato ground his hands into fists, felt cool sweat trickle down his chest. What had really happened here? Had the boy somehow conjured a demon? Or had the boy's madness just been a tool in something vastly larger, something infinitely worse than a few random killings?

The boy could have told him, but the boy was dead. Fortunato went to the door, put his hand on the knob. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cold metal. Think, he told himself.

He wiped his fingerprints off the pistol and threw it next to the body. Let the cops draw their own conclusions. The Polaroids should give them plenty to think about.

He turned to go again, and again he couldn't leave the room.

You have the power, he told himself. Can you walk away from here, knowing you have the power, refusing to use it? Sweat ran down his face and arms.

The power was in the yod, the rasa, the sperm. Incredible power, more than he knew how to control yet. Enough to bring the dead back to life.

No, he thought. I can't do it. Not just because the thought made him sick to his stomach, but because he knew it would change him. It would be the point of no return, the point where he gave up being completely human.

But the power had already changed him. He had already seen things that those without it would never understand. Power corrupts, he'd been told, but now he saw how naive that was. Power enlightens. Power transforms.

He unfastened the dead boy's belt, unzipped the bellbottomed jeans, and pulled them of. The boy had craped and pissed in them when he died, and the smell made Fortunato wince. He threw the jeans in a corner and rolled the dead boy onto his stomach.

I can't do this, Fortunato thought. But he was already hard, and the tears rolled down his face as he knelt between the dead boy's legs.

He came almost immediately. It left him weak, weaker than he'd thought possible. He crawled away, pulling his pants back up, sick and disgusted and exhausted.

The dead boy began to twitch.

Fortunato got to the wall, pulled himself onto his feet. He was dizzy and his head throbbed with pain. He saw something on the floor, something that had fallen out of the dead boy's pants. It was a coin, an eighteenth-century penny, so fresh that it looked reddish in the harsh light of the loft. He put the penny in his pocket in case it meant something later.

"Look at me," he said to the dead boy.

The dead boy's hands clawed at the floor, gouging out bloody splinters. Slowly he pulled himself onto his hands and knees, and then lurched clumsily onto his feet. He turned and looked at Fortunato with empty eyes.

The eyes were horrible. They said that death was nothingness, that even a few seconds of it had been too much. "Talk to me," Fortunato said. Not anger anymore, but the memory of anger, kept him going. "Goddamn your white ass, talk to me. Tell me what this means. Tell me why."

The dead boy stared at Fortunato. For an instant something flickered there, and the dead boy said, "TIAMAT " The word was whispered, but perfectly clear. Then the dead boy smiled. With both hands he reached up to his own throat and ripped it bloodily out through the skin of his neck and then, while Fortunato watched, tore it in half.

Lenore was asleep. Fortunato threw his clothes into the garbage and stood in the shower for thirty minutes, until the hot water ran out. Then he sat by candlelight in Lenore's living room and read.

He found the name TIAMAT in a text on the Sumerian elements of Crowley's magick. The serpent, Leviathan, KUTULU. Monstrous, evil.

He knew beyond question that he had found only a single tentacle of something that defied his comprehension. Eventually he slept.
...

Fortunato (original creation of GRRM) is a ace (superhero) and gains magical power through sex. Quite logically, he is a pimp.

This still cracks me up:

The power was in the yod, the rasa, the sperm. Incredible power, more than he knew how to control yet.

My feelings exactly.

 

[Stereotypical Villain]

That manboon doesn't know what he's talking about.

PS. He looks like a stereotypical degenerate to boot. A true Kwazian.

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]

A brief hiatus bros, you done up and used all the bandwidth I had on PB. And I won't relocate the pics to a different PB account until Sunday at best, due to this laptop I'm using now absolutely sucking at uploading images.

Btw, are there any better alternatives to PB for this kind of thing?


PS: The baby is not Sparks.

 

[Admiral jimbob]

Proof of the Midnighter series' sheer quality:

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]

Wait, I thoguht Garth Ennis only wrote the arc where Midnighter travels through time to kill Hitler?

 

[Luzur]

all i see is 3 pages of derped imagery.

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]

So anyone know of a better service for image spamming than PB?

 

[Stereotypical Villain]

Imageshack. It comes with a mandatory anti-derp function which prevents people from looking at the images if they aren't smart enough to disable that crap.

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]

IIRC, the shack doesn't do bulk uploads, and I do not love my bros enough to upload comics a page at a time.

 

[bandaid]

What about dropbox?

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]

Does it have bandwidth limits?

 

[Haba]

IIRC, the shack doesn't do bulk uploads, and I do not love my bros enough to upload comics a page at a time.

It does, with a separate uploading tool, at least.

 

[Destroid]

Yeah I use the imageshack uploader for anything non-codex. I use http://imgur.com/ for codex.

 

[bandaid]

Does it have bandwidth limits?

https://www.dropbox.com/help/45

tl;dr

As long as you don't exceed 10 GB per day on a link, it should work. But as I don't have any experience on hosting pics and LP's on dropbox, maybe some fellow Codexer could enlighten us?

 

[Vaarna_Aarne]