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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'm not chiming in on the rest of the conversation because you people have insane opinions but I'll comment on this. So many people make this statement, but that isn't at all what Nat was claiming during that scene and it's honestly baffling people keep misconstruing it.
She never claimed she was a monster because she can't have kids. She was explaining and listing the myriad of things the Red Room had done to her and the others to turn them into monsters - emotionless killing machines. Banner had just said he can't have a happy domestic life like Barton can because he's a raging, murder monster, and Nat was confiding in him that she, too, was a murder monster due to everything she's done and also can't have a happy family life.
Just because two things are said in the same dialogue does not mean that they are uniquely linked. She wasn't saying she was a monster because she's infertile. She said she's a monster and that she's also infertile - both separate from each other but linked to Banner's comments.
There's a lot to hate about some things in the MCU, but the outrage surrounding this moment was widely blown out of proportion.
"Always wanted to meet you guys, but this ain't exactly how I imagined it." Superboy dragged himself to his feet, head still throbbing after meeting the business end of an optic blast. Cyclops approached on all fours, the visor fused to his skull glowing with ruby energy. He was flanked by Wolverine, Angel and a floating head in a jar that looked like Professor X. The X-Men with close to human biology were covered in metal and wires, all bolted into their bones to keep it in place. Their movements were abrupt, wrong, like their arms and legs were dragging the rest of their torso along. Their heads were stuck in metal braces and would only turn when pushed or pulled by hydraulics.
...
The head in a jar floated over to where Superboy sat. It stared down at him with empty eyes from within the greenish jelly.
"So you're the Professor, right?" He tried to make it sound like a joke, but it didn't seem very funny anymore. "Where's all the psychic stuff? You readin' my mind right now?"
It kept staring.
"I just can't tell if-"
The head exploded, scattering brain matter over the inside of its jar.
"Oh JESUS CHRIST!" Superboy screamed. "Really? Really?!"
...
And there he sat, covered in the remains of the X-Clones, when the intercom blared to life. "Hey, uh, sorry about all that." The scratchy-voiced guard on the other end gave an awkward laugh. "We've called off the other drones. Dr. Westfield wants you to meet him in Acquisitions. We'll, uh...we'll send a guy to lead you over there. Just try not to kill him too, okay? Sorry, that was- that was a bad joke. Timing's not...anyway. Yeah." The intercom clicked off with a buzz.
Moment of the Day!
Reminds me of the end of Die Hard where they've just blown the roof and John's looking around him as everything's on fire, the elevator dings and just explodes out of nowhere and everything around him has gone to shit.
It's an enjoyable experience, the animation and art is incredible. The way things are drawn, and some of the effects it very much feels like watching a comic book. I don't think any other Superhero movie captures that.
I'd argue Ang Lee's Hulk attempted to capture that feel, but in Live Action.
Not claiming it's a great film... but yeah, did panel freeze cuts and some interesting visual stuff.
And in the interest of feedback/full disclosure, this:
"In his jacket pocket, his hand clenched reflexively around his company-forbidden brass knuckles as a cop car cruised by; the officer in the passenger seat caught Frank's eye, and his face slowly contorted to match Frank's disdainful scowl as the vehicle drifted around the corner, driver unaware."
Has been my favourite sentence in this entire game so far, and I'm not letting it go under the radar. I love stuff that rewards you more on whatever level you choose to take it on - whether it be purely on the surface, or if you choose to look deeper and read more into it.
This works on about 3 different levels and informs on both Frank, the world around him and his own impact on that world - regardless how subtle.
Everyone here seems to be very kind and very supportive which I think is actually helping me gain a bit of confidence and has pushed me to actually try and speak to others instead of just lurking like I would usually do (unfortunately).
I feel like I get short bursts of "oh yeah this will be good lets try this" and then when I write it out I am like "what was I thinking this sucks" haha.
This here is pretty key, because nothing is as demotivating as complete radio silence where it feels like you're firing stuff off into a void.
Heh. In the "big event" we did, where I was running Blue Beetle the entire scene with him and the major villain consisted of an entire post of him stalling for time in comedic fashion.
...and later literally running THROUGH the fight scene taking place with more action based characters like Cap and Roy to go into another room and attempt to hack my way through the larger disaster taking place.
My main character's primary weapon was a modified hotel hair-dryer...
Shameless double post because I'm a monster. Well, fucking sniped.
I've got a question of the day if the GM's would indulge me. These games have a habit of burning bright and fading out, and I can't help but wonder why. What do you think your biggest pitfall in writing is? What's the thing that kills your motivation the most often?
What, life? You're talking about life, right? The thing that crushes all sense of joy and has left me a cynical, emotionally stunted old man of nearly forty years..?
On the creative side, I think my issue is being too hard on myself. The belief in every-expanding betterment. I've come to realize in my advancing age that maybe the drive to always make something that's better than the last isn't helpful. That it's okay to make something creatively that is by all means worse than a previous project without it invalidating the growth you've had as a creator.
<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>
Oh god. It's not me, is it?
I... don't really do that. I kind of just try to address something new each time.
Blue Beetle was me trying to force more collaboration upon myself.
Hawkeye is... well, in part because I knew he puts me in prime position to bounce off of others... and in part because I'm aware I'm kind of falling short in the action scenes department (well timed question @kyoka) - you could argue the best action/fight scene I wrote in my last Blue Beetle arc basically featured Blue Beetle and Booster Gold hiding behind a car in a very "Kevin Smith directed" kind of fashion.
Actually... you can't really "argue" it - that was pretty much the only option.
So I'm less "always trying to get better" and more "rounding out something I've maybe let go underdeveloped".
Been enjoying these Superboy posts enormously. I wonder if there might be a very tall and very blond foreign exchange student somewhere in that sleazy titty bar.
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>
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