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September 28, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  tired
Category: News and Politics
Had a chance to talk to Bomb Queen creator Jimmie Robinson about his career and the latest installment of his titular character.

http://panelsonpages.com/?p=10673
August 15, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  tired
Category: Writing and Poetry
The Kagemusha Mountains are a harsh environment; its highest peaks above the clouds, temperatures can freeze the blood of a man four times over. So high in the sky, when the sun is in view, the light it produces can burn a hole deep into the eyes' recesses beyond repair. Air is so thin, it is said if the blood could run, it would dribble from every orifice of the body. The only beings said able to survive at these peaks are sky dragons, able to travel into space itself. However, entire centuries can pass without their presence. To say it is a solemn world is an understatement; it is a place made for solitude and barren silence. Such an environment provides an adequate atmosphere for Kukai the Sennin, the Hermit of the Major Arcana. Alone in a simple shack atop the highest peak, it hides a cave into the mountain that houses one of the greatest libraries in existence. Reading and writing are a career for Kukai, but his hobbies include the field of botany magically upheld in the harsh climate of his residence. Though gifted in the arrangement of Banzai trees, the elder immortal's passion lay in his Chrysanthemums. It is said in the deepest portal of the mountain, passages to Hell itself exist. Through these gates is how Kukai comes out of isolation to travel and to attend to his duties in the Major Arcana. The Hermit sits in the quarters of his shack bathed in the lights of the candles surrounding him as he remains in deep meditation. The tranquil scene is interrupted as gelatinous tendrils pierce his settlement and bite at his body. The shack is torn apart by the tendrils as Kukai lands on the ground before where his home was before its demise.

“Who dares enter the Kagemusha Mountains unannounced?!”

The old man's sole response is the glugging noise of the yellow mass of translucent sludge before him as its tendrils recede into its form and it rockets at both ends to encircle its target. Kukai jumps to avoid being smothered only for dozens of tendrils to race after him and ensnare his legs.

“Damnable abomination!”

Pulling a paper talisman from his robe, he hurls it like a dagger and it merges with the surface of the blob as he makes hand gestures before exclaiming 'release!' where the entire mass detonates and covers the area in chunks of gelatin. Holding his hand towards the ruins of his home, a staff with a burning lantern attached to it comes to join his grip. Suddenly, the several chunks of the monstrosity bolt towards each other to reform as it contorts into some oozing creature with a massive mouth and eyes atop the upper lip. Before the elder can react, a deafening boom threatens to obliterate him had he not stepped to the side in time.

“Impressive; thought that would have squashed you for sure.”

Kukai turns to see a hulking red humanoid before him wielding mallets in each hand as tomoe circle behind him.

“Raijin?! Wait, no... you're some... imitation...”

“More than enough for you, old one.”

Lightning fills his eyes as he appears directly in front of his opponent when a burst of sound sends the old man back. The Sennin grunts as he rights himself while the tendrils of the sludge monster seek to ensnare him.

“Glob didn't appear to like you blasting him apart; he maybe invincible, but he can still feel pain. Ha ha ha!”

The Hermit closes his eyes and recites a chant as Glob freezes.

“Impressive...” passes Raijin's lips as he appears beside Kukai in a flash of light while the pair trades blows.

“Standing up to the strength of a Kami? You are full of surprises.”

As Raijin finishes his sentence, Kukai palm strikes his opponent into the chest and the explosive attack sends the red giant crashing into the rock below. The Hermit lands on his right big toe atop a rock ledge while Raijin stirs from the blow.

“It would appear the threat requires the full Brothers Storm.”

The voice dances on the wind like an echo before the sage notices a similar looking but blue Kami floating off the mountain's edge holding a large, open bag behind him near Raijin. A similar green Kami raises beside him on a platform of water as his hair dances like snakes and a kanabo rests at his side.

“I see... aberrations of Fujin and Suijin join the battle. Thunder, Wind, and Water, the Brothers Storm.”

Fujin snickers as Raijin rises standing beside his brothers. The wind god begins the assault, sailing like a bullet at the old man while dancing around his attacks laughing all the while. Raijin appears seemingly out of nowhere as the boom of his thunder and blast of wind from Fujin hit Kukai hard as he's caught in the middle. He narrowly escapes a swing from Suijin's massive club and uses the kinetic force of it to land on the ground. Saying a quick chant, he slaps the ground and it shakes. Below, dozens of books are shaken in their cases and fall to the ground. A snout rises before a mouth, mouth full of teeth as the snout greets eyes, and a head emerges atop a massive neck, ever growing as Kukai takes his place behind the beast's head holding on to its emerging horns. The Brothers Storm are taken aback, but redouble themselves and prepare for the earth dragon's assault.

A massive stream of lava gushes past the lips of the dragon while the old man puts his hands together in prayer, balancing the staff with his thumbs. The Brothers Storm and Glob scatter as the once frail, emaciated form of Kukai is replaced with a hulking behemoth. Crashing his lantern on the back of the dragon, it shatters into several balls of fire that encircle the Hermit. Leaping from the back of his steed, Kukai smashes his staff against the mallets of Raijin creating a massive burst of sound.

“Now you're putting up a fight!”

The words come like a growl out of the red Kami's mouth as the Sennin raises his staff and violently turns towards an upward strike. The blow narrowly misses Raijin as he twists and is pushed by the blow's force. Electricity arcs between his mallets as a loud boom erupts from around his body and he pushes forward. Kukai and Raijin trade blows at a frightful speed before the elder pulls back as the flames surrounding him twirl into a circle and a massive blast of fire strikes Raijin true. As the smoke clears, Raijin begins to lower his arms he raised in defense, now singed and blackened, but its sight is eclipsed by the white fangs of the beast's demented smile. Opening his mouth in a perverse way as his tongue hulks downward, a crack of lightning passes his lips as Kukai's flames close to block it. The force proves too much and the Sennin is push back several yards while his feet drag and raise a cloud of dust.

Suijin drops down like an anvil from the sky with his kanabo in hand towards the crown of the dragon. His efforts are meant with the massive end of the creature's tail and the green Kami is sent flying over the cliff. Brother Fujin dances like a leaf twirling in the wind before a sudden stop and punch strikes like a punch to the dragon's stone face and sends his head aback, lava burping upward and falling like rain while causing ash to gingerly flake and cascade as black snow. Glob darts the landscape avoiding the lava rain piking up into a spike that digs deeply into the underbelly of the massive mountain serpent. It screeches in pain before its claws swipe and cut its attacker into several round slabs. Fujin is not without receiving retribution as the beast coils with frightening speed and crush the wind from his body as he hits the ground limp. Snow rises like a wave over the edge of the mountain's cliff as Suijin, the top of his kimono torn from his torso, rides atop it with a frightful demeanor upon his brow. His great cudgel gone, blades of ice form on his arms as he lashes them before and jets of water spin like ribbon towards the surprised earth dragon. The beast lunges forward exhaling a stream of lava that forms rock and steam against the violent water swirls. Suijin runs atop the falling column of hot stone before running under the mouth of the serpent, dragging his blades on its rough surface and screaming. The dragon thrashes trying to dislodge its attacker, but the Kami continues to run and cut as scales of rock flare about his dash.

Raijin grins as he awaits the dust to disperse, but instead he meets with bewilderment. Kukai's fingers are intertwined save the index fingers which instead point forward pressed together. At blurring speed, further hand signs are made as words are barked out and characters form behind the elder upon blinding discs of light; “Rin,” “Pyo,” “To,” “Sha,” “Kai,” “Jin,” “Retsu,” “Zai,” “Zen.” The red Kami realizes the chant and its power, though not understanding to what end, and tries to react but it proves too late. Screaming “Ko!”, the world becomes white and shapes around merely become lines. Everything drags slowly against space as a line of explosions trail from the Hermit towards Raijin, seeming pulled in a horrific vacuum as the spoken characters appear spinning before his eyes as the area around him detonates. A whirlwind dissolves around the imitation God of Thunder as both fighters stand still while the world tries to catch up with them. Space contorts back to what it was as Kukai exhales and Raijin collapses.

Lava gushes from the wounds created by Suijin. Glob reforms and pounces on the injured prey, digging like a gelatin vice that wrenches against the stone plates of the dragon and announce an unsavory “crunch.” The earth dragon darts towards the sky and cries in agony. Suijin turns to face the great beast and forms a massive bow and arrow of ice upon his arms. The attack falls into the gaze of the serpentine construct as its roar shakes the ground and its teeth bite at the air before it as if it builds momentum like someone stomping against the ground in a full charge. The arrow is released some few dozen yards before it tastes vengeance and strikes the throat of the dragon as its neck erupts with molten magma. It's taken aback, its life's fluid oozing in violent bursts, but shaking it still lunges to consume Suijin. As its brown, curved stalagmites and stalactites threaten to achieve its goal, a battered Fujin appears before his brother and a massive fist of air flies from his flung sack to travel down the dragon's throat, its body torn asunder in all directions as the attack reaches to the tip of its tail and leave a great mass of stones in its wake. Glob rises amongst the rubble in arching streams of fluid that abound towards the two brothers and reforms at their feet.

The earth rattles again as steam arises from the dirt and stones and a scream rings out. The three turn to see a hulking mass with red eyes. A third eye, sideways and both above and between the two eyes, opens as the three eyes go white while the steam clears to show Kukai with Raijin collapsed behind him. Fujin pulls a scarf from his kimono as talons of ice emerge from the fingers of Suijin and grow a foot in length. Glob whips around them and shoots forward, the brothers running just behind it, crossing each others paths before bolting ahead. The Sennin swings his right arm before him as a wave of energy domes before as the three allies jump above it. Kukai steps back on his left foot and brings his arms together on his left side before stepping forward on his right foot violently as his palms jut suddenly ahead and stop the Kami in mid-air. Glob breaks through but falls into an orb of energy in the elder's hands as he quickly twists them into movements around the globe and drops the creature into a consistently spinning form.

Suijin and Fujin are quickly upon the Major Arcana member as ice claws nearly cleave into his chest and a scarf spinning like a drill nearly bores deep into his gut. Stomping his foot, the Kami are pushed back as the three begin to trade a flurry of blows. No blows catch more than a glancing strike; Kukai leaps back with both palms outstretched before the Brothers and fingers pointing at each other as a blast of energy erupts from the third eye and cuts off the claws on Suijin's right hand. Pulling back, the green and blue giants defensively encircle their opponent. Tomoe spin behind the Kami and balls of flame dance around the old man. Kukai grabs one of the balls and the set form into a chain of large, heavy beads. Forming a scythe of ice in his hands, Suijin rushes towards the old man slashing low as Fujin spins his scarf aiming for the neck of his opponent. A flash of read shatters the curved blade and rips away the scarf as it explodes the air around setting the Brother ablaze. On their backs desperately trying to put the flames out, Kukai smirks as he begins to swirl his beads about building momentum. Leaping on all fours like cats, the Kami take to the air as the beads crash upon the ground where they lay and the area erupt in fire. Suijin, noticeably slower, runs to the edge of the mountaintop and summons as much snow as he can to encase his body in. The blue Kami runs opposite his brother as howling winds fill his bag and he floats beyond the edge. Kukai holds the beads to the sky as they levitate and he chants as a bird of fire grows from the fire. This phoenix streaks at the hill of snow encasing the imitation Water god but is pulled back by some invisible force. The Sennin groans as an orb of wind surrounds the summit, tearing the fire apart as it shrinks upon him. He goes to move, but he is pinned in place and can do nothing to stop the air pulled from his lungs and blacks out. Quickly, the snow flashes like a wave off of the green Kami and hits like a giant dragging arrow of white that hits the Major Arcana in the center of the battlefield and encases him in clear ice.

Badly beaten, Suijin summons his kanabo and smashes it on the still spinning Glob, setting him free. Likewise, Fujin goes to the side of his crimson skinned brother and brings him to. A slow clap comes from the cliff's edge as a man in a red robe glides forward into view.

“Well done, my elite soldiers. You've brought the mighty Kukai to his knees.”

A wave of his bandaged hand slices and casts away ice to leave the Sennin merely shackled in ice for his arms and legs. Coming to, the Hermit is surprised at the sight that greets him.

“Who...?”

“You wound me, lonely keeper of knowledge.”

Pulling open his robe and tearing aways bandages, the old man gasps as his eyes fill with the sight of an S burned into the flesh of the chest before him.

“Superboy Prime? But, you're dead! That fellow that can copy powers, Matt-something or other, he killed you.”

“Ha! Sorry, I get mixed up sometimes.”

Flesh burns away to red and black scarred tissue marred with bone and sinew as bandages wrap about the decrepit body and the robe closed to cast the face in darkness. The frail arm reaches impossibly deep into the shadowed hood to pull forth a forgotten sight: the Crescent Blade of the Moon.

“Death?!”

The scythe crumbles and turns to dust carried away by the wind.

“Yes... and no. I'm much, much more.”

Plunging his hand deep into the Hermit's chest, the Time Trapper snickers as he squeezes the heart of his former ally. The Sennin groans and grits his teeth.

“You see, when I took my revenge on the Surgeon, I was changed. Two halves of the same coin, we became one; and with the scythe, everything was made clear to me. You see, in the multiverse, only 22 beings exist with the essence of the Major Arcana. However, they're drawn to each other, their paths intertwined. Though we were one, separately we each embodied the Arcana. I was Death, he was the Emperor and didn't even know it. The scythe was the key to unlocking the path to his essence, and the result was an abomination. The Arcana are components of reality, each a column to existence and each wields great power. To make two as one, it changes everything. Everything. I became the Time Trapper, and the power is unbelievable! All at once, I came to realize every mistake I've made and will make. The pathways of what is opened to me like a person would open a book.”

The robed figure clenches his target's heart harder as blood streams from a corner of the old man's mouth as he begins reverting to his emaciated form.

“It was then I realized what needs to be done, and despite my newfound power, it wasn't enough to remake existence but simply offered the tools to manipulate it towards my goals. So, if I could be two Major Arcana, could I be more? The human being is a truly fascinating creation: it can be many things at once. Look at the average person; man, son, father, brother who works, has religion/philosophy, hobbies, so on and so on. Using the Crescent Blade of the Moon, I can unlock the pathways as long as a path exists. The Emperor controls his power through Death, it acts as the key to the first thirteen of the tarot; Death is the Trump with No Name symbolized by trampling the king, or the Emperor, born by the Sun and Moon as the Tower crumbles behind. Death is a symbol of end, but in tarot it means the beginning.”

The blood pours from every orifice of the Sennin, dribbling below through cracks into his sanctum and dripping onto his precious Chrysanthemums, turning their virgin white to scorn crimson.

Death and the Emperor open the door to everything, and reality itself can be changed. Two become one. But soon after, three became one. Remember how I said the Major Arcana are bound to each other? The Chariot was under my nose the whole time!The prince, beneath the king, and the hero connected to the Tower, or the journey, a Tower I've crossed. Chariot represents impulses, following the Lovers, so what better to bring him together then two as one?”

Stop prattling in your mad ramblings!”

The scream come as gurgles from the lips of Kukai but are heard nonetheless. Time Trapper comes in close.

Copymatts left Superboy Prime in such a mess... ripped him in two! Heh. It took all his power to keep surviving, poor bastard. He thought I came to save him, that I was healing him. Instead, I unlocked the Chariot and consumed his heart!”

With that, the beating heart of the Hermit is ripped out. Kukai breathes heavy as his eyes roll in the back of his head, the veins and arteries still connected from his heart to his body.

I'm the hero, obviously. So, I took his power for my own, the Moon to his back, but the Sun unseen before him. The Hermit is connected to the Moon, lighting the otherwise dark path ahead and the crossed circle of infinity is formed, a path set before me through the scythe I carry in me. The Hermit is the obstacle for the hero, one that must be overcome. It's all connected!”

The heart is torn completely out as the old man convulses, Time Trapper lifting the heart above his head and lower it into the darkness of his cowl. The Chrysanthemums turn black and whither as the robed figure waves his hand and the vast library ignites in fire.

The Major Arcana won't need this anymore, especially since I could recite the tomes word for word.”

Time Trapper laughs as he walks and fades as his minions follow likewise close behind. Two figures remain, seemingly unseen before.

We had better warn Mr. Moon. The aberration is on the move.”
July 25, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
My, what a beautiful day.”

A man in white with glasses strolls across the White House lawn as shadows flit about him, intermingling with the smoke coming from the historic building now in disarray to match the chaos of the world. For six months, the Darklings (denizens of the Dark Matter realm) have gone to war on the multiverse, lead by the last remnant of the Doom Lord's army in his lover and general the Surgeon, a psionic without parallel and genius beyond measure. Known to wield a seeming endless supply of scalpels, the rogue takes his name from his ability to peel away the sanity of his enemies as a surgeon takes apart the human body. Opposing him are what remains of the Time Investigation Team (or T.I.T.), dwindling from attrition as the Surgeon has played with them as pawn pieces on a chess board. One man claimed to kill this nightmare adorned in white, but the black clad swordsman named Reaper mysteriously disappeared after the demise of the Iscariot, a living time anomaly that threatened existence as it is known and yet known. Watching family, dear friends, and the only woman he ever truly loved die before his eyes, he swore to avenge them on the Doom Lord and slay the villain's lover after the Surgeon completely and utterly defeated the man in black in single combat. Having lost faith in T.I.T., the Reaper made a deal with the devil in his future self, despot of the past, present, and future draped in crimson robes and bandaged all over his body referred now as the Time Trapper. Using the DNA and tools of the greatest warriors in history, the Legend, a group of super beings, were created as a personal strike force and in time teachers for Reaper to fulfill his promise. However, the hero overwrought by the loss of his love Trish Tuesday and wracked with humiliation over her disappointment in him when she returned to life, his vows amounted to nothing as the Doom Lord was slain by Orpheus in the body of Lazer Lion and whose sword Mucro of Vices defeated the Iscariot. Believing himself to be the hero but reduced to an impotent observer, he wallowed in self pity. That is, until the Major Arcana kidnapped him to transform him into the representation of Death. What has become of him since is unknown. However, where he is now is here.

A black boot scrapes against the ground, a wisp of dirt arising as two slashes sounding barely audible shatters the queer silence of anarchy. The Surgeon turns, a small glitter erupting from his glasses as they catch the sun.

Always a dark cloud on my sunny day. Where've you been, boy toy?”

A tattered cloak whistles in the wind as it picks up around the ebony figure. A hand is outstretched from the being as a black twirl in the air before it forms into a scythe in its palm. The so-called Crescent Blade of the Moon, a key crafted by the Quintessence (Zeus, Shazam, Ganthet, Izaya, and as yet revealed fifth) to be used to pierce reality and bend time in order to save the multiverse, or so it was intended. Where there were six Darklings now there are small twirls that fade into nothing.

Impressive, but I have oh so many darlings to take their place.”

A smirk flashes across the face of the glasses-laden face of the enemy when the ground swells and contorts to give birth to dozens of Darklings. The Reaper, or Death as he may very well now be, remains unmoved as seven figures appear around him and the shadow opponents shriek into nothingness. The Surgeon frowns as the ground shakes and air shimmers as reality erupts with hundreds of Darklings stream like unleashed rivers towards the group. The Legend crash into this all-encompassing stream and cut a swath to the Surgeon with Death in its center, merely floating toward his target.

The Surgeon looks down briefly before again facing forward with a maniacal grin that touches from ear to ear. Crossing his arms before him, scalpels emerge from between his fingers.

Oh well, I was growing bored anyway. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Arms slice the air in white flashes as they spring forward and darts of light fling towards Death but pass through him to strike down Darklings behind him. The black mass of tattered cloth continues to glide forward, lowering the scythe and dragging it against the ground. The Surgeon continues to laugh and smile as scalpels stack upon each other in his right hand and forms into a makeshift whip. The edged ribbon twirls forward in a white cyclone as the scythe greets it. Death's polearm is torn from him and flies upward into the sun but as the man in white looks forward, its master is gone. Feeling a weight on the whip, Surgeon looks up into the sun as the scythe still attached to the whip flies toward him in the hands of his opponent. The villain barely escapes its crash which sends the ground in upheaval. Forming an oval shield on his left arm, the Surgeon screams as he lashes at the immense cloud of dust before him. A massive sword's tip springs from it and narrowly misses the rogue's head as it scrapes on his shield. Grunting, the whip is shook stiff into a massive spear as its wielder flies backward creating a sonic boom and stabbing his weapon forward faster than the human eye can follow. It is met with clangor as arms wielding katana spring from the sides of Death and parry the blows. Raising the massive sword, Bankotsu's zanbato Banryu, in his right hand, his left is raised as the nodachi Monohoshi Zao of Sasaki Kojiro (rival to Miyamoto Musashi) bolts out from the palm appearing as a cross. The katana, Masamune and Muramasa, are held forward and back in defense as the arms move to the gut and back. Death spins as the spear sparks against the shielding blades while the outstretched edged twister bites at the man in white. Surgeon swings his arms before him as his weapons reform into wings that push away his attacker and he rockets upward, turning to rain a flurry of scalpels from metal wings on the dark clad warrior. Their target bursts like an imploding black hole that explodes above the silver streaking menace. He twirls into a cascading whirlwind of scalpels while two scimitar, one with a crackling mist and other popping ablaze, join Death's four swords that swat away the small knives.

Double dollar day at the sword shop?”

The Surgeon cackles as the wings turn into massive arm guards that stretch down his arms forming massive whips at their ends. His cries and movements like a chanting dervish, Death is held at bay at a distance as all he can manage is to parry the mad assault of telekinetically held scalpels charged with energy threatening to create atrophy in his cells. What appears as a strike that slices Death in twain instead emerges a pair of dark warriors to fight the man in white.

I can play that game too!”

A Surgeon with bladed arms blasts from the original's chest to stab at the new opponent.

All the while, the entire area is awash with movement. A seeming endless army of Darklings pop from nothing and are met with Death's personal guard. Nightingale skips from delivering blows on targets like a leaf fluttering on the wind while the green and red giant Hachiman gleefully smashes into his enemies with his ax and blasting opponents that try to flee his slaughter. Biotronix and Moriarty are back to back unleashing blasts of energy that seem to disintegrate every shadow they strike. Utan Oran the Wildman and Trample Jack make a game groundside of how many enemies they strike down (Oran leads by 11 without any help from his fairy Maribelle). Angelic wings outstretched, Etrana the mage remains grounded as she unleashes firestorms, lightning bolts, and rays of light that cut down Darklings by the dozens.

Dozens of black-shrouded Deaths and white-adorned Surgeons battle in air and on ground. A black swordsman crashes a zanbato into the ground as the maniacal glasses-worn man in white leaps and rains scalpels on him. Lightsabre meets glowing long sword in the air as a duel of wills and wits matches the flaring blades.

You've become stronger; we're almost evenly matched. Almost!”

A jumonji yari tip pokes at Death's throat as two katana form an X to keep its fatal bite at bay.

No comebacks? When did you become Batman and I become the Joker?! Ha ha ha ha!”

Death hums into a screech as a spear springs from his mouth and cuts the brow of its target. Surgeon kicks off the handguards of the swords to spin with his right hand pointed with two fingers outstretched and thumb upright as blasts of energy whiz towards his cloaked nemesis from them.

Mind bullets! Get it? Pew, pew!”

Moving with lightning speed to avoid the attack, Death turns his arm into a dragon head and neck and snaps at Surgeon catching him in its jaws. A white flash and the Surgeon streaks down with an ax cutting off the dragon as it turns into another Death.

Getting real old!”

The Surgeon flies up like a rocket as he's joined by his clones. Forming a circle, they spin at great speeds with energy blasts and scalpels to form a cone of flashing destruction. As the dust up clears, a single Death kneels on the ground directly below the hovering white-clad combatants. They lower surrounding him, though his swords are impaled in the earth around their master save for the lightsabre. One Surgeon steps forward.

Finally giving in, ole boy?”

Formerly belonging to Darth Vader, the lightsabre hums to life as a cylinder of glaring red erects from its handle. The swords shake as the laser-bladed weapon is raised to his mouth like a harmonica. As the handle goes into his mouth, the swords fly up while arms emerge from the elbows and sides of Death to grasp them. Faces appears on both sides of the head when the cowl is pulled back and tongues lash out to grab the scimitars pulling them into his rows of teeth. He poses as Shiva before the Samhara Tandava while the Surgeon looks ahead perplexed. Some force comes first, acting as a vacuum as the Surgeons are pulled inward. Before they can react, the ground cracks and chunks of earth come towards them like a tide. Turning, they see a world of crescent lines coming toward them in place of Death. Pops follow small implosions of white as a single bloodied Surgeon crouches before the nine-sword wielding opponent. The swords of El Cid, Tizon and Colada, lower and cross as a scissor before the man in white.

You think you've beaten me?”

The low growl comes from the seeming immobile villain who flashes back and rises, his wounds regenerating upon themselves; blood dribbling down his face receding into the wound and stitching shut, cuts about the body seal as the clothes themselves join them. Cracking his neck, he grimaces but it maddeningly bows upward and teeth show into a menacing beast on the prowl. Pushing his glasses on his face with his right middle finger such that the lenses glow white before taking his hand to brush his hair back, his body glows white as a circle of energy forms around him on the ground and erupt into a cylinder of energy. He screams as he bursts with power, waves of energy pushing back Death while engulfing him in white.

Can you feel it?! The power?! Cosmic power, culled from the very universe and funneled into your destruction! I don't care if I destroy this whole world, this whole galaxy! If you're dead, then I'll be free of you and what's left will be mine!”

The Legend and Darklings end their battles and flee for their very existence. The earth, grass, the very air are engulfed in the Surgeon's mad quest to rid him of his enemy. But, a slit of darkness pierces the light. A large black sword slices an aisle down the waves seeking to destroy its wielder. Posing his swords to keeps out the energy that surrounds him, the flamberge blade of ebony is held in arm emergent from Death's chest. The nine previously known swords for the man formerly known as Reaper to perform Zoro Roronoa's Asura variation came as gifts of his achievements by the Legend upon completing training. However, Empress of the Major Arcana would bestow a gift herself to her latest recruit. Previously wielded by Dakkon Blackblade under the machinations of planeswalker Geyadrone Dihada before losing it to the corrupted nature spirit of Khone in Sol'Kanar and claiming it again in the creature's defeat when many years later it was inherited by the zombie warrior Korlash, the Black Blade is an ancient and powerful artifact able to feed on the very energies of life and death. Dihada, an ally to the Empress, would again regain the ancient blade before the Empress would shove its business end into the tentacled horror to take the sword for herself. Marking Death as a champion, she bestowed its awesome might to complete the base of making the soldier an ultimate fighter. Unflinching, Surgeon grits his teeth and pours on the cosmic energies, risking pulling himself apart at the molecular level. His efforts are for naught as the Black Blade pierces his chest. The world quickly drops to a quiet stillness while the man in white falls backward, his suit taking on an all-encompassing crimson while while blood coughs from his mouth.

Well done,” gurgles the the dying tyrant as his glasses teeter on the edge of his nose. “Didn't think you could ever pull this off, but you do come from good stock.”

Blood rolls down the sword but it turns dark and merges with the blade.

Tell me... has it ever occurred to you I got a familiar face?”

Death slowly treads forward.

Heh. I remember it so clearly. Xion was massacring us. Dave was already distraught over all the school kids the maniac diced up and displayed like horrific sculptures to unnerve us. It worked, T.I.T. just couldn't deal with the grotesque scene. Dave always felt so weak; not a very heroic thing to consume people, you see. So, he was always the weak one, the comic relief. Xion changed that. He saw it as their last wish, consuming everyone and killing the Avatar/Captain Planet wannabe. Losing Trish already left the cheeky blighter in unrest, add a dose of eating your best buds and a sociopath and next thing you know, you got a Doom Lord. We were what was left, and we descended into madness together. It was so much fun!”

Coughing up a great deal of blood at that, Death grabs the Black Blade but quickly releases it, creeping back.

Felt it, eh? How, I bet that's your question. That's not too tough. You know Dave as Agent Darrk and Doom Lord, Brodie's two Xions and a Chip Micro. You see, it's true the Iscariot torture gave us powers. However, yours manifested early, thanks to that fight you had with your future self in the hospital room. Ole Time Trapper, he was all doom and gloom too like you are now. You manipulate energy, and Trapper oozed chronal power. Made sense there was a reaction. I suppose it never occurred to you all this Doom Lord business popped up after your confrontation with him, eh?”

Death clenches his fist.

Divergent stream, of time and space. Ran parallel yet separate of your own. The Calendar Girls planted the seeds, but you added the water and Iscariot gave the sunshine. You started this, this ride that gave you power and tragedy. That gave you friends and took them away. That gave you love and not only robbed you of it, but spat it in your face. She can't even look at you!”

The scythe slowly slides down the arm of Death.

Heh. I may die, but I win!”

The ebon cloaked silent warrior plunges his crescent blade upward into the Surgeon's guts as he laughs.

I'm the stain you can't ever wipe out! Fool, I'm you!”

The Surgeon looks down as his wounds glow white. Death is pulled by his scythe towards the Surgeon, fighting it as he may. The glasses worn man bursts white as the black swordsman bursts black, two great column that swirl upward before intermingling red. In its wake, one man remains cloaked in red. The Surgeon, the Reaper/Death, the Crescent Blade of the Moon... all gone, replaced by the Time Trapper. The Legend and Darklings creep forward, unsure of what to make of what has transpired. His face hidden by darkness, he turns to them. Waving his hands, a portal opens to the Dark Matter Universe. A ball of white appears in his right hand.

A gift from Indigo Prime.”

Tossing the orb into the portal, there's a burst and some backlash of energy hits the Time Trapper. Turning away for a moment, he again looks upon the assemblage as badly singed arms wrap themselves in bandages and steam escapes from underneath the cowl as some part of a sizzled skull can be seen.

Don't worry; it's only mostly gone.”

The Time Trapper rises in the air as screaming souls come from the portal and into his body. The Darklings on Earth shriek and scurry away as the Legend stand in awe. The crimson cloaked individual laughs as he consumes a chunk of a universe's power, musing as he really has become a reaper. He turns to his loyal troops and waves a hand as they scream in horror. Their flesh is torn as metal surrounds them. Inevitably, they rise as the MagnaGuard, the ultimate merger of magic, science, and alchemy and devoid of all emotion save to serve the Time Trapper. The portal is closed as the robed one and his automatons walk forward and space transitions to the headquarters of the being at the end of time. Raising his hands, the once decayed ruins rise into a metropolis unlike any that existed in history, thus called Acropolis.

Such a magnificent city requires a perfect caretaker.”

Borrowing from Pinocchio, Rock Man, the Vision, R. Daneel Olivaw, Rick Deckard, and several other subjects, an artificial intellect attached to a plugged-in android is crafted and connected to every corner of this new city.

Father-ONE, make me an army. No, a people. Scour the realities, make me a great city of metahumans, alien beings, magic creatures, and androids all to serve me. I will rise from the ashes of T.I.T. and offer a multiverse modeled in my perfection. Where that bumbling organization of twits faltered shall I emerge and create harmony. But, first...”

Thoughts of the Surgeon race through his mind.

Yes... there can be only one...”
July 20, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  exhausted
Category: Blogging
 
Well, went to Otakon Saturday. Man, was that place packed. Huge, too! My only previous con experience has been for comics so for me the only real area is the seller's floor which is where I spent most of my time. My first go around I was looking for DVDs and the second for weapons. Unfortunately, prices weren't exactly thrilling. Apparently, anime conventions aren't really set up for selling like comic cons where you get bargains out the yin yang. I looked for DVDs and the prices pretty much mirrored on-line prices or higher. I mean, $5 for a single DVD isn't too bad if you're use to Suncoast or Target, but when you're use to on-line retailers moving them for $1 to $3 a piece, $5 kind of feels expensive. My only purchase in this area was an out-of-print collection of the Big O for $35 which was its retail price (hate paying retail, but since going out of print I've see it for $60+). As for weapons, there was a lot more variety than a comic con. I managed to talk down a pair of Katars (Bundi/Punch Daggers) from $30 to $20. Picked up a Zabuza sword (Naruto) for $55: on-line its $30, but it'd be about $55 with shipping. Slapped myself when I found someone selling it for $30 later. That same person had Buster Swords (Final Fantasy VII), I picked up the medium sized one for $50 (about the going rate on-line, as well). This one guy was selling tonfa for $14 a piece and when I asked how much if I buy two, he simply said two times the price on the sticker. Ha. Ha. Mr. Sarcasm didn't get a sale. Double ha ha to you, amigo. The only real deals to be had were in toys/models (which I'm not interested it) and manga. I bought 4 manga for $30 after talking the guy down from $40 that retails for $60 but are out of print and go on-line for $80, so I was pretty proud of myself. I also picked up this wolf ornament Cloud sports on his jacket from FF VII: Advent Children for $40; pretty steep, but it was really detailed and the guy told me it was hand-made.

Otakon, more than absolutely anything else, is a social event. The overwhelming majority of the space was for people to just hang out, many roped areas just for people to sit on the ground. At least half of everyone in attendance were cosplaying and people would get stopped repeatedly for pictures and often times people that share a theme (Street Fighter, Final Fantasy, etc) would group together for photos. My one friend called out a character's name someone was dressed as and without flinching, the girl dropped her stuff, turned, and struck a pose to be photographed. I had to explain to her my friend was just shouting out names of characters she recognized. People would just do reenactments of scenes from games and anime, strike poses like those they dressed as; it was a bit like a prom but with acting instead of dancing.

The other big draw was panels. My friend tried to get into several and there was just no space (one for Frederik Schodt whose work Dreamland Japan was one of my main sources for my essay A Case for Comics). I ended up getting into only three with him, two of which were packed to bursting (and made for geeks by geeks) and one that was sadly bare (Noboru Ishiguro, director for Gatchaman, Yamato, and Macross, promoting his new project Tytania; I felt so bad he came all the way from Japan and didn't have an audience). I attended an interesting history of shonen as it evolved in Japan from the works of Go Nagai and Fist of the Northstar to today with Death Note, Bleach, Naruto, and Full Metal Alchemist. After lunch, I attended the aforementioned Tytania panel and ended the day with a discussion of role-playing games outside D&D and BESM. Though they were pretty nice, I would have preferred something more like an advanced screening of the Fall line-up in Japan or something that mirrored comic conventions where you get breaking news and exclusives.

Overall, I'd say the con isn't really meant for people like me. I came to buy stuff and meet celebrities, but as I said the dealers area didn't offer much in bargains and most celebrities I didn't recognize the names of. I recognized Omar Dogan at the UDON booth, but he didn't seem to have much of a line. I know quite a few anime cons have Power Ranger panels, but sadly I don't believe any were at this event. I like to get free swag at cons, but I think UDON and FUNimation were the only companies present and all they had were a few posters. This one girl gave out moe games, as well. A lot of space was used to screen new anime, but with an internet connection I've seen about ¾ of everything a year ago that was being presented there for the first time. I heard there was a gaming area, which is great I guess if you're into gaming. My main gripe was their eating area was 1/3 the size they had at Wizard World in years past for an event four times Wizard World's size. Overall, I thought the convention was alright; the only parts I truly enjoyed were hanging out with my friends and seeing how much they enjoyed being in that environment. We had way too much fun on the van rides up and down. Otherwise, I thought it was kind of boring. I prefer comic book conventions to a very large degree.
July 17, 2009 - Friday 
Looks like my MySpace was hacked. If I posted something weird, that's why.
July 16, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  exhausted
Category: News and Politics
"In need of funds to finance eye surgeries, an auction at Chicago Comic-Con and Web site have been established to help the Star Wars and 'Suicide Squad' writer in his darkest hour."

http://www.wizarduniverse.com/071509ostrander.html

Huge thanks to my editor Jim for helping me get the word out.
July 14, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  angsty
Category: Blogging
John Ostrander, one of my all-time favorite writers and scribe of such titles as Manhunter, Suicide Squad, and Martian Manhunter, has progressively been losing his sight for years. Recent surgeries has tried to save his vision but his insurance only covers so much of his accrued bills. Now, he is desperately in need of our help. An auction is being organized by Wizard Magazine to coincide with Wizard World Chicago to save John Ostrander. Read more:

http://www.bleedingcool.com/2009/07/13/john-ostrander-a-call-to-arms/
July 11, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  sick
Category: Writing and Poetry
It's an eerie darkness, one that represents a world without any form of stimulus: no sound, not even of my own breathing; no smell, even of the perspiration that pervades me brow; no touch, even as I know I am being dragged against my will.

“We're here!”

A half smile breaks the black as Mr. Moon steps away from Mr. Sun and the former shines so brightly it burns my eyes as they try to adjust.

“Eclipse? Cute ability. Must come in handy for doubles tennis.”

Mr. Moon pushes me down.

“Emo boy grows a sense of humor; so sad it's too late.”

With that, I'm pushed down as large nails are driven into my hands. Before I can protest, both characters pull mallets from thin air and hammer them deeply into the earth.

“Gah! Why can't I use my powers?!”

“And ruin the surprise?” muses Mr. Moon as he prances away out of the bright light. I look up as Mr. Sun rises and fades into the white. The ground shakes as a large narrow platform erects before me. All my eyes can grasp is a massive gavel teetering over its front most edge as it rises and lands with a thunderous clap.

“I am the Judge. We will now decide if you meet the mantle of Death.”

“Hold on, I don't want...”

I'm interrupted as a circle forms around meas characters I've never before beheld light around me. Such characters appear under my hands, first white and then red as they begin to turn.

“Wait, no!”

My feet remain in place while my arms twist; the horror is almost indescribable save that imagine a taffy pulling machine where you're the taffy.

“AH!”

The Reaper passes out as a sphinx rises before the wheel.

“Fortune dictates that he is the one.”

The sphinx's head spins and the body turns into a jackal man.

“We the Wheel declare this man Death.”

The jackal's head spins and becomes a snake man. It coils around the wheel and the twisted spike of flesh in its center. Images appear above the circle of Tommy's death, the destruction of Reaper's planet, Jaydee's death, Trish's death, Reaper leaving T.I.T., and a metropolis is reduced to dust.

“Thisss man isss sssurrounded by dessspair and dread. He isss, wasss, and ssshall ever be Death!”

The gavel erupts as a giant appears before the bench. Raising its hand, the circle raises up as the earth up heaves into a tower. Multiple bolts of lightning strike the summit as the structure erupts in flame. It breaks from the top and collapses into a rain of brick and mortar as a smoldering lump lands in its center. A ghostly figure in white robes flows forward with a large cup and scoops up the mass. Lightning strikes the cup setting it ablaze and for a moment we see the pale white face and flowing blond hair of the figure as its eyes are missing, lips sewn shut, and no nose or ears. A wave of the being's hand turns the flames into smoke and places its hand above it and squeezes so hard blood pours from the wounds made by its fingers. The form crackles as it forms into ice. The being reaches with its bloodied hand to scoop up dirt from the tower and tosses it into the cup as it radiants like a spotlight upwards. The air whistles as the being flies upward with the cup before the Judge and turns the cup down hard onto another cup, raising it as a few ebony drops dribble from its held container into the one resting on the table. Pure darkness radiant from the Judge's cup with plumes of black smoke creeping over the edges of its rim. The gavel slams once more as a figure in a black tattered cloak grasping a scythe rises.
June 22, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  tired
Category: Blogging
My Saturday morning started out at 6 am, I had went to bed at 10:30 the night before in hopes of getting some semblance of a full night's sleep but I ended up conking out around 2-2:30. Left the house around 8 and got to the Convention Center around 8:30, found the doors were locked so I couldn't pick up my pass and hit the Wawa on 11th Street. I looked for a Frapuccino, but all they had was their brand of chilled coffee. Thoroughly defeated, I grabbed a bacon, egg, and cheese on bagel and soft pretzel. Decided nothing could be won by waiting in line with the other early attendees and sat at the center's corner across from Wawa and began eating my sandwich; I say began because two bites in, the bacon was so disgusting I had to take it off and another three bites in proved the sandwich was not improved enough to continue. Drinking my coffee, I figured I still had the pretzel and torn up the bagel for the birds. However, a couple bites of the pretzel proved it equally nasty which ruined my plans for some much needed energy to start the con. Feeding the birds, my friend from school Xander and a friend of hers named Emy walked by and they came over to talk. They're part of the New Jedi Order (http://www.newjediorder.org/) who are Star Wars enthusiasts that perform staged combat with light sabres based in Philadelphia. Xander was dressed as her Sith Lord character Xin Demagol and looked stunning. As exhibitors at the con, they had to get going and I quickly followed as it was ten past nine and I wanted to get my pass.

I was a little concerned at first, last year I was with my friend Ihsaan and so stood in line with him. When I got to the door and asked to get my press pass and the door attendant wasn't sure if I could go in, my concern grew. Fortunately, he got the okay from someone and I headed in. Going to the check-in booth, they actually had my pass ready unlike last year much to my delight (I was especially pleased I didn't have to bother my uber-busy editor to get it for me again). Heading to the line, I found myself fourth in line next to another, quite longer line. Apparently, VIP package owners get in first, then press, people who buy their tickets on-line, and finally those who buy tickets at the show. One of the interesting aspects of standing in line from around 9:30 to 10 was seeing the exhibitors, professionals, and celebrities coming in. Yancy Butler, Ted Raimi, Jim Calafiore, Billy Tucci, Peter Mayhew, Tom Savini, and Marina Sirtis. About three hundred people I'd say got in before me, but it was neat getting in right after them. While in line, I called up my friends Ihsaan and Mallory who I knew were coming to the show as well, but Ihsaan had to work the night before and was still in bed. Getting into the show around 10:05, it was eerie to see it so empty because it's generally packed by the time I usually get in. My policy is always to get free swag first and foremost but the pickings this year were slim to say the least. The absence of both DC and Marvel was deafening, the only free swag I came across was at the empty Wizard booth and all they offered were the free magazines already provided in the bag you get when you enter the building. I heard later they were doing the wheel of fortune again as with previous years (you spin the wheel and either win a prize or perform to earn a prize), but apparently it wasn't set-up when I arrived and in any event the prizes haven't been all that spectacular in recent years (unlike years ago when you got like ten recent comics or VHS tapes/DVDs or trade paperbacks; last year I got a novel and my friend got folders). The next step in my convention modus operandi is to get celebrity signatures.

I first scouted the celebrity area to see who was there and surprisingly more than half weren't even seated yet. A few, however, were there and the first I went to was Taimak, star of one of my favorite films of all time: Berry Gordy's the Last Dragon, a film based in Harlem about a young man named Leeroy Green (nicknamed Bruce Leeroy) trained in kung fu as he searches for a master that can help him reach the highest level of kung fu known as 'the Glow' and the dangers he faces in Sho'Nuff, the Shogun of Harlem,who wishes to defeat Leeroy to demonstrate his superiority in martial arts and Eddie Arcadian, an arcade mogul out to get television host Lora Charles whom Leeroy falls in love with. Taimak was a really gracious man and seemed legitimately enthused to meet his fans and talk about his role. Buying a photograph and having him sign it, he told me that he has in fact been approached to be part of the Last Dragon remake in the process of coming off the ground (as I understand it, Will Smith's son has been cast to take on the Leeroy character). After Taimak, I went to see Tom Savini who was there with his wife and child. I told him my name, said his character Sex Machine in From Dusk Till Dawn was my favorite in the film and he thanked me, but he didn't really strike me as caring all that much. I bought a photograph of him as Sex Machine and got a signature, but I was a bit disappointed he wasn't too enthused to be there.

I decided to check out the Saber Wars booth as it was next to the celebrity area where the New Jedi Order and their counterparts in New York and three other states were represented. Xander introduced me to her friend Roy and after exchanging some pleasantries (and how I got into the con so early) I headed off to check out Artist's Alley. Roughly 75% of the creators had arrived to this point and again I scouted it out before going in. I passed J.G. Jones but he was with a few people already, so I decided to come back and came across Amanda Conner and Jimmy Palmiotti. Both were complete joys and really nice, willing to talk to the fans. I got a large Power Girl print from Amanda for $20 and a large B&W Painkiller Jane print from Jimmy for I think $10. Heading back to J.G. Jones, he was free and signed a couple of comics he had on hand for me for free. I was touched and gave him $5; he tried giving it back but I insisted and he said that'll pay for some coffee he was desperately in need of. I saw Khoi Pham but he had a few people with him, so I decided to come back later. Mallory called me and told me they were in line (it was about 11 am) and I couldn't believe that I got as much done as I did because in previous years, the swag, celebs, and artist's alley usually took 2½ hours and this year took just one.

I was about to hit the celeb area again when Mal called again; apparently by this time, the line got so low it was about a five minute trek to get into the con. We met up and I headed over to Marina Sirtis. I was disappointed she didn't have any Demona (from Disney's Gargoyles) lithographs to sign and she said Disney hasn't let her use any but it may change in the coming months. Instead, I saw she had some photographs with her and Jonathan Frakes from what I assume was for Star Trek: The Next Generation however Frakes also lent his voice to Gargoyles as most-times antagonist David Xanatos that the actor had signed and, though it set me back $40, it was nice to have a picture signed by both actors (Gargoyles maybe my favorite cartoon of all time, though it only lasted two seasons; I don't count Goliath Chronicles). I should also add, Marina was even more gorgeous than when she was younger. I was blown away by this fact. If there ever was a live action Gargoyles, I dare say she could portray a live Demona. We stood across from Doug Jones booth, but we weren't sure if it was the actor or not because, well, Jones is always in full make-up for just about every character he's played. While the three of this pondered such a dilemma, Xander and Emy came by and Ihsaan, Mal, and I talked with them. Inevitably, I decided to go take a break while my other friends went to check out the rest of the con.

Unfortunately, this year they did away with tables set up in the room for either eating or gaming. Instead, there were bleachers for the VGXPO Video Game Expo by the Saber Wars booth which generally were quite empty. The area was a bit of a sad sight with a dozen plain displays with occasional players. The only interesting thing I could note was at one point later in the day whomever was in the Wizard Bunny suit ran through the area like an idiot and crashed into the display. Who I can only assume as the guy who owned the equipment was about to tear the kid into pieces when the Bunny took the head off and apologized. Luckily, he didn't bust the flat screen else I may have felt bad for the beating he was going to get.

After catching my breath (and letting my back recuperate; threw my back out about two months back and it's still giving me problems), I headed out into the con. In the first aisle, I came across another friend from school Loki (I thought I saw him earlier but dyed his hair and I wasn't sure). We talked a bit before I went forward to find bargains. Generally, I walk the whole floor taking mental notes and then head out for A) DVDs (generally anime), B) TPBs, C) Back Issues, and D) Weapons (generally swords), in that order. However, considering the aforementioned issues I related, I decided to just to go to each DVD booth I found. Unfortunately, of the four I found, three only had poor bootlegs at ridiculous prices. Fortunately, my favorite supplier for foreign and anime DVDs in Another Heaven (http://anotherheaven.biz/) was able to make this year's con and, in some ways, saved the whole event for me (next to the after party, their presence was my favorite highlight). What's funny, I didn't know it was them until after making my purchase because Bryan wasn't there running the show as he usual does (I remember him saying they were expanding, so I hope this is a sign that they're expanding out). In any event, I got the complete series of Defenders of the Earth for $30, [rec] (Spanish film Quarantine was based on) for $12, and the Best of Bravestarr for $25 (at the time, I thought it was Bravestarr Season One, Volume One and kind of felt jipped when I got home but the dude at the stand was nice enough to shave $7 off my purchase, so it made up for it). Walking the whole floor, I decided it was time to take another break at the bleachers.

While there, my longtime best friend Will and his fiancé Rene stopped by and we talked about the con. After they went to go check the rest of the floor out, I decided it'd be a good time for lunch since it was one o'clock. Calling Ihsaan, we went to the small area outside the room and staked out a spot. While they ran out to get some hoagies at Wawa, I watched the spot and our stuff and gave a call to a friend I came across on Facebook that I oddly enough never ran in to despite being in the same circles as her in Jenn. I left her a voicemail but she wasn't able to text back to me until we were about done lunch at 1:30. Saying she was coming, we waited for about twenty minutes but we had to get going. We went around the floor again where I checked to see if I missed any celebs or artists and to take some pictures as I promised about a dozen people I would with my new camera. I came across Jerry “the King” Lawler and Raven where I got both of their autographs (both great guys, nice and easy to talk to) and got signatures from Tom Derenick (he was giving away his comics at $1 a piece, but I got one and gave him a five; I know a lot of artists rely on these cons and I figured every bit helps) and Shane Davis (got a sweet large art print from him for $15) and snapped pics of Jim Calafiore, Blair Smith (doing an absolutely amazing painting of Deadpool vs Afro Samurai), Greg Horn, Tommy Castillo, Billy Tan, Tom Derenick, J.G. Jones (who was eating lunch but was kind enough to let me snap a photo), Amanda Conner, and Khoi Pham. I saw a note about Greg Pak being moved to a bunch of locations throughout the day, and though I wanted to meet him to thank him for his contributions to the Bill Mantlo (perhaps my favorite writer of all time who after a car accident has been hospitalized since) project, it just seemed too much of a hassle to hunt him down. By this time, it was about 3 pm and I had to get to the Wizard Universe Message Board (WUMB) Meet-and-Greet.

I got to the room and ran into Andy Serwin, Mike Cotton, and the panel moderator and intern that I believe was named Josh who were talking outside. I said my hellos and commented on Jim Gibbons hosting the Battlestar Galactica panel and being unable to make it with Andy telling me he was really excited to get that panel. Unfortunately, I believe I was the only WUMBer to make it so it was pretty much just us cracking jokes. Rachel Molino and her friend Nicole stopped by for a while. We talked about a lot of things: awkward interviews, furries, the pantlessness of Winnie the Pooh, and generally stuff about the WUMB. They decided to wrap it at 3:30 and my friends and I decided to wait for the DC Panel to start at 4 pm.

When they opened the doors to the room, it took a good five minutes before everyone in line made it inside. I seriously considered that they may have booked too small a room but fortunately it seemed to be just big enough where almost every seat was taken. Waiting for the panel to start, I was surprised to learn I sat down next to a long time internet friend of mine in Glenn Walker whom I've talked to for years on Yahoo! message boards. It was great to finally meet him and I told him I loved his French Fry Diary he's posted on his blog to learn later he ran into many fans of this feature. Soon after, Dan DiDio came onstage to a flurry of applause and introduced Adam Schlagman, Shane Davis, Rags Morales, Bob Wayne, J.T. Krul, and Franco. Though they talked about things like Grant Morrison's Multiversity, Rags' project involving Doc Savage, showing off a pre-published copy of Wednesday Comics, Sam Kieth on Lobo, and Milestone and Red Circle joining the DCU, it was obvious it seemed thrown together at the last minute. I mean, they didn't even use the projector to display yet-seen cover art as they've done every year. Though the panel was fun due in no small part to Dan, it was disappointing that it wasn't the usual grandeur it was (echoed by the smaller room, packed just enough as it may have been).

With the panel's wrap at five, I headed over to the Saber Wars panel I learned about from my friend Xander. At first, it appeared a riot was about to break out as the room that the panel that Saber Wars took place in ran late and the adjoining room wasn't finished setting up leaving some eighty agitated people anxiously waiting to get started. Fortunately, the room cleared and the other room opened and all was right in the world. The Saber Wars panel was simply great, though at times I think too much energy was spent trying to recruit people for the program (especially since I came for staged combat). Xander, Emy, and Roy were simply amazing. Another really good fight was between New York based performers Dave Harold and Richard A Zak. I think the most impressive lightsabre was from Brad Worrell from New Jedi Order with a six foot Claymore. A few members of the audience were taken into the hall and shown some basic choreography before returning to demonstrate their skills. The panel ran a bit over, so my friends and I had to dash out at six to try and get our final buys before the convention closed at seven.

Going to TPB sellers, I found everything I came across I either already owned or was uninterested in (it seemed as though they had several copies of only a dozen or so books). Considering I have two long boxes of unread comics over putting off my reading for about four months due to school, I decided against looking for back issues. I like to save weapon purchases for the end because exhibitors tend to overcharge their product because most attendees are unaware of the prices of items when bought on-line, so by the end of the day many want to unload their stock and drop prices to either reasonable or bargain levels. Unfortunately, there was only two weapon exhibitors so there wasn't a lot of competition to drive down prices. The first dealer only had a handful of larger weapons (though they were selling Wizard World Philadelphia coins which I snagged one of) and the second dealer almost exclusively sold handmade weapons (handmade is generally $300+), so for the second year in a row I went home without a new sword or other weapon. As the show was ending, I decided to check in on Saber Wars while Ihsaan finished his shopping. The members of the organization however got a real treat when Ray Park (whose line had at least twenty people in it at all times) invited them over for photo ops and tip and tricks (check out some video of the experience: http://www.youtube.com/user/Gravichan and http://www.youtube.com/user/DoctorDorkson).

At the 7 pm mark, we got out of the convention and headed over to the Trocadero Theatre for the after party. The ad for the event was a bit misleading: when they say it features the Rigor Mortis Revue Sampler zombie burlesque, Suicide Girls, and Kaiju Big Battel, they meant you watch Kaiju Big Battel while the other watch it away from you in a reserved area. Considering I sold it to people as a burlesque show with some giant monster combat... my friends asked me up to the end of the show when the burlesque show start. That said, Kaiju Bug Battel is awesome!Truly, the highlight of the entire convention. I've seen the program on television, but in no way does it compare to the real thing. Our waitress was also extremely nice and quite lovely. She talked to me several times throughout the show, we joked about the fact I simply wanted soda and not anything complicated in terms of alcohol or coffee.

At the end of the night, we went to the Dim Sum Garden on 11th St by chance and I ordered the marinated sliced pork and fried pork dumplings. Though I wasn't a fan of the sliced pork (good, but served chilled which didn't feel right to me), the dumplings were out of this world. Simply put, equal to or better than my own homemade dumplings. Ihsaan ordered noodle and eel soup and it looked so good, I had to try some and it was amazing. I had to order myself a bowl, as did Mallory. We all ended up taking home our leftover soup and remarkably, the bill was only $43 and change for three people who admittedly overindulged. Ihsaan picked up the tab because I got his dinner for his birthday and mine had recently passed. I took a cab home and am presently recuperating from yesterday (with my bad ankle, I can barely walk).

All-in-all, I think the convention was about the same as last year; in some ways, that's almost absolutely true as many of the same comic creator guests returned. To that credit, I was unable to see J.G. Jones last year but this year had no trouble. Some people I wanted to see I never came across: Ale Garza, Phil Jimenez, Joe Kelly, Kevin Maguire, Mike McKone, Greg Pak, Tom Raney, and Walt Simonson. I missed my buddy Keith Dallas as well, but that's more my fault than anything. I even spent roughly the same amount of money. However, it was a bit disappointing considering last year was an improvement over the previous year in what seemed as though the convention had decayed year after year; I hoped last year was a sign of improvement, but with DC and Marvel having little to no presence, to some degree it decayed again. Plus, I don't know if it was just me, but the convention felt smaller, like there was less space for things. Didn't seem as packed as last year, either. I've heard rumors about this being the last show, but I hope not. Then again, not exactly a lot of positive signs, either.
June 13, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  ecstatic
Category: Blogging
All the birthday wishes have made my day! The greatest gift: mom came home from the hospital!