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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
I never really cared about the hero's costume matching whatever animal it's supposed to be-- I mean, if we're going to really get into it, Spidey should have six extra eyes and the web-shooters in his butt, Wolverine and Batman should both be brown, and Black Canary should replace her fishnets with feathers.
Without going into color theory (which I never actually studied), it seems to be that in comics, generally speaking good guys wear primary colors, bad guys wear secondary colors. It's about the closest thing to team uniforms they get, and works really well as visual shorthand, especially in splash pages with tons of characters displayed.
Plus, I mean, people just respond more strongly to them than more natural colors-- there's a reason everything from first-person shooters to national politics divide opposing sides up into Red Team vs. Blue Team. You want something that catches the eye immediately and provokes a response? Primary colors FTW.
Am I allowed to talk about the time I went too long between bouts of shaving my back at the beach and Disney grabbed the footage and CGI'd me into the background as a wookie extra, or was it specifically only Mark Hamill anecdotes..?
Seriously though, can we talk about the fact @Byrd Man had a character brag about buying the belt Robin Williams hanged himself with and no-one mentioned it in the OOC thread?
Who's Bruce? I just see Batman, Aquaman and Robin.
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Apparently I have one from work too.
My mother does photography, was doing it for some party at the town hall.
Woman: "Are you Kyle Neils mother?" < - My name. I don't give no shits. Mum: "Yeah, how'd you know?" Woman: "You kinda look like him" -Pointless chatter- Woman: "You know if I was ten years younger and not married, he'd be my man."
The scariest part? We wear name badges at work, but it's only our first name. How'd she get my second name?
You make them as long as the specific post calls for.
In my own case I made a long arsed first post because I didn't want to subject everyone to a 6 post origin arc... 5 of which would largely be damn similar to comics canon.
Mine will be shrinking as he hits the US.
@Sep I've found no issues with the length of your stuff.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>