My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.
Kyle Rayner's pretty much the only Lantern that doesn't either put me to sleep or get on my nerves, and on top of that, he's got the biggest wardrobe to choose from. Sadly, most of his costumes are kind of lame (why do they keep giving him that mask with no nose?!), but I really like this one. Cool minimalist logo, a few glowy bits here and there to make him look appropriately sci-fi, but still immediately recognizable.
While the Sword of Atlantis book itself never really did it for me, I really liked the costume design, which I thought really brought home the whole "King Arthur, but, y'know, underwater" angle.
Close second goes to his underwater camouflage costume from the 80s. I mean, if you want to convey that the guy spends all his time in the deep blue sea, how about putting some actual blue on his costume?
Is Bruce Timm a dirty old man who draws all of his women like something you'd see sprayed on the nose-cone of an old B-17? That argument can certainly be made. Do I mind? NOPE!
Might be a bit of a surprise given that I hate-- hate with a capital HATE-- everything they've done with Barbara Gordon since the launch of the New 52. But I gotta admit, I do kinda really like this costume, especially when it's got that purple hue to more clearly differentiate her from the other Bats. In my own personal head-canon, Babs should still be Oracle, but in any flashback sequences to her days as Batgirl, she'd be wearing this suit.
Man, the God of Thunder series was so friggin' good. And a big reason I was so drawn to it was the cover art, which looked like something from a trashy fantasy pulp novel. Dude looks like what every D&D Paladin dreams about being, and Old King Thor and Young Idiot Thor compliment him really well.
Screw you, Carol, I'm not calling him Shazam.
Rather than go through each of them one by one, I'm just gonna pick my 'definitive' X-Men lineup and my favorite takes on their costumes:
I forgot all of these characters because I was having a massive brain-fart beyond the ten I listed, but since you've reminded me...
@Master Bruce Very surprising Batman pick. Never expected you to go so controversial.
Well, it was either that or this. And while I love this to death, it'll probably always rank second.
Honestly, my taste in Batsuit designs tend to vary. I like the Young Justice animated suit alot aswell, and the suit in the Arkham Asylum game. There are few Batsuits I utterly loathe, so for the pick of 'least favorite'...
I love Batman's Rebirth suit and am actually pretty bummed that he's arbitrarily going back to the Hush design. I get putting Superman back in the trunks to a degree, but Batman moved beyond that look a long time ago without any real problems.
Rebirth seemed like a natural progression of all the suits from the past. The purple cape was a cool change of pace and a nice nod to the original gloves, I liked the belt quite a bit, and the yellow trim around the symbol was uniquely suited to bridge the Bat and Oval symbols.
Now he's just going back to looking like dude in tights again after Capullo nailed the armor meets bodysuit aesthetic.
Guess I can add that to my long list of grievances with King's run.
Very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.
There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Very well, where do I begin? <br><br>My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. <br><br>My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. <br><br>My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds - pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. <br><br>There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.</div>