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Band + Movie = This Game

I've been playing via sms this game where you take the title of a movie and the name of a band and blend them together to make a nice amalgam of the two.

The rules are vague but you're trying to get as much of both titles in the mash-up eg Status Quo Vadis. It's both the band & the film. Also we try to avoid repeating bands or movies

Either band or film can go first, or even in the middle. Some of the bands are Australian who you may or may not recognise, also film titles are usually what they've been released in Australia eg: 13 Going On 30 was released in Australia as Suddenley 30. Why? NFI!

Here is what we've come up with so far:

Status Quo Vadis 30 Seconds To Mars Attacks Right Said Drop Dead Fred About A Fallout Boy

Indiana Jones & The Stone Temple Pilots of Doom Raiders of The Lost Arctic Monkeys Culture Fight Club

Bonfire Jovi Of The Vanities Boom Crash Phantom Of The Opera Fleetwood Mac & Me

Milo & Otis Redding Ugly Kid Joe Vs The Volcano Panic Room At The Disco Twister Sister

Free Willy Nelson Alice Cooper In Wonderland Sophie Ellis Bextor's Choice You Am I Robot

Yentl As Anything Lorenzo's Midnight Oil Earth Wind In The Willows & Fire The Thing Of Stone & Wood

Kelly Clarksons Heroes Where The Eagles Dare Mr Aerosmith Goes To Washington Kool & The Gangland

The Angels In The Outfield The Hunt For Simply Red October Dirty Deborah Harry Tango & Johnny Cash

Raging Bull Against The Machine Abraham Linkin Park: Vampire Hunter Al Green Mile

What About Bob Dylan? I Am Samantha Fox One Direction Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest

New Jack White City Backstreet Boyz N The Hood Boyz II Men Of Honour

All Quiet Riot On The Western Front Some Like It Red Hot Chilli Peppers The Captain Phillips & Tennille

Dances With Wolverine Michael Phil Collins Sons Of Katie Perry Elder Lady GaGa & The Tramp

Earth Girls Are Easybeats Butch Walker & The Sundance Kid Josie & The Pussycats Stevens

Bicentennial Iron Man All The Presidents Of The United States Men

We Need To Talk About Kevin Bloody Wilson Swimming With Sharknado

James Brown & The Giant Peach To Sir Mix-A-Lot With Love Chasing Amy Winehouse

They Call Me Bruce Springsteen 2 Guns 'N' Roses Manfred Mann On Fire The Moody Blues Brothers

Milli Vanilli Sky Sisterhood Of The Travelling Wilbury's Cold Chisel Mountain

The Empire Of The Sun Strikes Back The Wolfmother Of Wall Street

The Bellboy Biv DeVoe Metallican't Buy Me Love Icehouse Station Zebra Hothouse Flowers In The Attic

Bubble Boy & Bear North By North Kanye West Something For Kate & Leopold The Green Miley Cyrus

Tank Girls Aloud The Grateful Dead Man Walking Alter Bridge On The River Kwai Mad Maxi Priest

Manowar Of The Roses The Wizard Of Ozzy Osbourne The Vanilla Iceman Cometh

Three Dog Night Of The Living Dead Romancing The Rolling Stones Batman & Robin Thicke

Man Of Steely Dan N.E.R.I.P.D Kings Of Leon The Professional My Chemical True Romance

Herbie Goes Bananarama Airbourne Identity Joan Armatrading Places Con Air Supply Never Been KISS

Billy Ocean's 11 Greenday The Earth Stood Still Karate Kids In The Kitchen Chicken Little River Band

Copycat Empire Neil Diamonds Are Forever Big Audio Fistful Of Dynamite Jefferson Starship Troopers

Reel Steel Panther Freddy Got Powderfinger The silverchair Brumby A Christmas Carole King

X-Men At Work Michael Jackson & The Lightning Thief Gangdjango Unchained Cowboys Vs Alien Ant Farm

Little Nicky Minaj The Human League Centipede Ghostbusta Rhymes Gwar Of The Worlds

Men In Black Flag 4 Non Legally Blondes House Of 1000 Cannibal Corpses Nine Inch Withnail & I

Me Myself & Irene Cara My Week With Marilyn Manson Elton John Carter

The Good Charlotte, The Bad Religion & The Ugly Kid Joe The Soundgarden Of Music

Cable Guy Sebastian The Great Escape The Fate Gorillaz In The Mist

Updated 4/1/14: Dial REM For Murder Look Whose Talking Heads The Sixth Evanescence Ratcatwoman

Peter Paul & Mary Poppins INXS Baggage Haunted House On Cypress Hill The Bad English Patient

Shakespeares Sister In Love Bachman Turner Maximum Overdrive Kenny Rogers & Me

Valley Of The Goo Goo Dolls The Dark Crystal Waters Bob Marley & Me Pretty In Pink Floyd

Saving Mister Mr Banks The Bounty Hunters & Collectors Three Men & A Little Mix Wall-E Street Band

The Deep Colour Purple The Girl With A Pearl Jam Earring Frankie Goes To Hollywood Homicide

Whitesnake On A Plane Lordi Of The Rings Oliver & Co.heed and Cambria T-Pain & Gain

Wu Tang Clan Of The Cave Bear Spice Girls Interrupted Keith Suburban Commando Pitch Black Sorrows

Merril Bainbridges Of Madison County Iron Maid In Manhattan Gleaming The Ice Cube

DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince Of Persia Rob Roy Orbison Lionel Richie Rich U2-571

Tears For Fears & Loathing In Las Vegas The Mark Of Citizen Kane Kung Foo Fighter Panda

The Girl With The Dragonforce Tattoo Take That Thing You Do Midnight Meatloaf Train

The Boomtown Rats Of Tobruk Jefferson Airplanes Trains & Automobiles Nickelback To The Future

Baby Animals Kingdom Reservoir Dogstar The Boondock Utah Saints


Marvel Mayhem: Bullseye #8

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Two months ago, Transylvania

As heavy wooden door opened Bullseye managed to force his swollen eyes open. In shambled the guy he’d killed last month, his neck still at the irregular angle.

“^&%$# zombies!” he murmured hoarsely as he strained against the bonds that held him; hands stretched high above his head, legs spread and also tied, dangling in the cold sandstone room.

“He wouldn’t be a zombie, if you hadn’t killed him” said Baron Mordo as he entered the room.

“Didn’t quite hear you…step closer”

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Baron Mordo glared at Bullseye, his hand instinctively going to his neck where Bullseye bit him. The killer smiled through cracked lips. Mordo muttered something in a foreign language and threw his hands dramatically into the air.

“How much longer?” asked Bullseye.

“Oh you’ll be here for quite a while Lester” replied Mordo “You’re quite fascinating! You haven’t been fed for a fortnight, you haven’t been given water for a week and you’re still alive! Most people would be dead by now”

“I’m not…most people” Bullseye coughed.

Mordo smiled and stroked his goatee “Selling ones soul to a demon rarely works out. Crossing the Kingpin also”

“So you’re working…for that fat sack of blubber?” Bullseye craned his neck trying to get a better look at his captor.

“I am merely repaying a large debt I incurred” said Mordo as he conjured a red hot poker into his hand.

“Dr Druid likes the ponies” Bullseye chuckled.

Mordo scowled as he stepped forward “I AM BARON MORDO!” He stabbed the poker into Lester’s ribs, the flesh sizzled and the assassin cringed but held his tongue “But yes, I did make some unwise investments. This will clear my slate”

“You’re just tubby’s bi…” The sentence ended as Mordo hit him again with the poker.

“I think another week without water may teach you some manners!” Mordo whacked him across the stomach with the poker before leaving the room. Bullseye spat a glob of bloody saliva onto the floor.

“Don’t suppose…you want to help me escape?” he asked the zombie who simply stood there frothing at the mouth, quietly moaning like a broken air conditioner. He pulled against the ropes but they were too tight. He hung his head as he contemplated the journey that led him here. The deal with the Hand’s demon, the taking over of the Hand itself, kicking that fat sack Wilson Fisk to the curb, the hammers, the women, the power! But then he bit off too much and it all unravelled.

He tried to collect some souls, spurred on by the Beast inside him, in some crazy power play of turning the world into a charnel pit using Alastair Smythe as a pawn. Thor took exception this, and also his mallet! The battle was fierce, deadly and pretty even, until Dr Strange exorcised the demon, and the battle shifted. All the extra power, gone. He was just a skilled mortal facing and angry god. Then Thor hit him again. He spent over a month in a coma before waking up in The Vault in a special glass cage.

He found out from the guards that Thor had gotten killed by someone in an alley which made him smile, and gave him inspiration to learn how to walk again, go and shake the bastards hand that nailed the thunder god. Two months of self rehab and he was almost himself, when he was transferred to New York for trial he ended up here being used as a piñata by a bald Dr Strange wannabe with dirty garlic breath.

“Okay Lester…” he panted “Isn’t the first time you’ve been tied up…won’t be the last” He looked at the zombie who was staring longingly at the pool of congealed blood and saliva under him.

Bullseye smiled “Who’s a hungry little zombie?”


Baron Mordo unlocked the door. His zombie looked damaged even though Bullseye still hung from the roof.

“You’re…late!” wheezed Bullseye as he struggled to lift his head “You said…a week”

Baron Mordo chuckled “It’s been nine days actually. I got distracted…”

“YOU GOT DISTRACTED!” Bullseye exploded off the ropes he’d been holding onto and tackled the magician to the ground. A broken rib bone sharpened into a shiv pierced the underside of the Baron’s chin and poked into his mouth “I’VE BEEN DRINKING URINE, WAITING FOR YOUR BALDING HEAD TO GRACE ME WITH YOUR PRESENCE!” Bullseye forced the bone further in “I bit off a piece of my tongue to get your pet to come close enough so I could free myself and then TIE myself back up! Pulled out one of its ribs to make this knife that is just a nasty, painful flesh wound at the moment. But you struggle or cast any of that magic mojo on me I’ll ram this up into your brain!”

Mordo grunted in acknowledgement, blood filling his mouth. Bullseye dragged them both to their feet.

“Where are we?”

Mordo mumbled something then pointed at the reason he couldn’t answer. Bullseye gritted his teeth as he slowly inched the shiv back.


Bullseye stared deep in Mordo’s eyes “So you owe Fisk money right?” Mordo nodded carefully “How much?”


Bullseye chuckled “Seventeen million. You’re a terrible gambler baldy! Whatever you owe him, you now owe me and it’s doubled! Then you’re going to cook me up some food and then…well you’re going to have to work very hard to stay alive from this point on! You’ve hit me, burnt me, stabbed me, beat me, cast weird things on me; I should just kill you now.”

Mordo groaned in protest as Bullseye pressed the bone in deeper.

“But maybe having a magician at my beck and call is a better business model”

Mordo nodded as enthusiastically as he could. Bullseye reached down and grabbed Mordo’s ring finger bent it back until it snapped like a raw carrot.

“Did that hurt? Good!” Bullseye spun Mordo around and put him in a sleeper-type hold as he walked them to the door “Now, breakfast time!”

One month ago, Paris

Lester sat at a table reading the newspaper, arranging almonds on the table edge with his free hand. Seemed the United States had gone to hell; aliens, Seattle turning into a chemical toilet and something called Scourge killing super villains. Better than the French news though which was just cheese and soccer.

“Is that you Frankie?” he asked the paper as he sipped his coffee “Seems awfully close to your MO”

“Monsieur Eye?”

Lester looked up, pulled the beret back to reveal his target scarred forehead, rolled his eyes and returned to his paper.

The Asian man put a briefcase on the table “The government of North Korea thanks you fo…”

Lester grabbed the man’s tie and sat him down roughly at the table “You’ve obviously never done shady deals before huh?”

The man nervously shook his head as Lester let him go “You alone?”

“Oui Monsieur!”

Lester smiled “Relax! Have a coffee. Pretend like you’re NOT selling me Antarctic vibranium. Now did you deliver it the address I supplied you?”

“Oui Monsieur. It is in the Canadian warehouse as you requested”

“Because if it isn’t,” he tapped a teaspoon on the table edge to get his attention before hurling it at a nearby pigeon killing it “Well imagine that, but you’re the pigeon okay”

The North Korean gulped and sipped his coffee nervously.

“So you got the payment?”

“Oui Monsieur. The government of…” he stopped as Lester began tapping a fork “We received the money”

“Good. Now we’re going to sit here for a while, enjoy the sun. Then I’ll get up, leave and you...well, you’ll choke to death.”

He looked up from his coffee, a confused expression slapped across his face, “Umm what?”

Lester flicked an almond that landed right in the back of the man’s throat. He gasped at the unexpectedness of it as he began to choke “The almond won’t kill you, but the coating of arsenic will. HELP! HELP! HE’S CHOKING!”

People swarmed to help as Lester faded away into the crowd singing a familiar tune “Start spreading the news, I’m leavin today…”


To be continued


CORRUPTED: Mark of Cain Chapter 1

Tinasha, Republic of Congo

Mark stood silently in the alley under his lead lined umbrella, his breathing slow and deliberate in a technique he read about in one of his grandfather’s textbooks. The rain pattered down as he waited, watching the cars and the people flit before him yet oblivious to his presence. Mark slowly pushed the breath over his lips in a long, slow blow as one who cool a hot beverage.

Mark glanced up to the heavens, scanning for T-spheres or other nastiness as he slowly crossed the street perfectly in time with the gaps in the traffic. He looked around again before he entered the pawn shop.

An electronic buzzer sounded as he entered. The place smelt like wet dog and broken dreams. A woman sat in a cage watching television barely looking his way as he headed towards her.

“Did you receive a box today?” Mark asked as he folded down the umbrella.

“I received lots of things,” replied the woman, her eyes not leaving the screen “Cardboard, metal”

“A small wooden box”

She lifted up a plate of half eaten sandwiches “Like this?”

Mark’s eyes widened “Exactly! How much?”

The woman broke away from the screen “Well, how much do you have?”

“Enough to buy all the rubbish in this tip, three times over.” stated Mark as he fished a wad of notes from his pocket.

Her eyes widened at the money “Where’d someone so young get so much money?”

Mark locked eyes on her “My grandfather killed more people than cancer! But we both know there’s nothing it the box.”

The woman’s eyebrows raised “Excuse me?”

“You never quite get the eyes right” Mark kicked up the umbrella into his arms and fired a shot from it through the woman’s head. He spun around as two other Sandman agent popped out of almost thin air to attack him “Thought it was too good to be true!”

“There is no Tantu Totem,” chuckled the first agent “You’ve come on a fool’s errand.”

“This is Agent Puckett,” stated the second into a wrist communicator “Requesting T-sphere for corpse identification, someone took the bait.”

Mark pointed the umbrella at them “Are you going to fight or talk me to death?”

Agent Puckett leapt forward but the young man easily sidestepped and smashed an elbow into the back of his neck as he sailed past. Mark pushed a button on the end of the umbrella and green gas sprayed out the end into the other agents face.

“What the?” choked the agent.

Mark spun the umbrella and clocked him in the temple, turned back to Agent Puckett who was getting up and rammed the point into his back. Mark kicked him in the head and returned to the gagging agent. He clicked the handle and pumped a volley of bullets into his chest before clicking the handle again and changing it to an electrical burst. Mark turned back to Agent Puckett who struggled to his feet.

“You are supposed to be elite! Advanced training by Starfire, equipped by Cyborg, gadgets from Batman villains!” said Mark as he stood over him “How does it feel that you’re going to be killed by a fifty year old relic once owned by Oswald Cobblepot?”

Mark clicked the handle but suddenly the agent he’d killed was up on his feet, hands firmly around Mark’s neck. Agent Puckett stood up smiling.

“Sandmen don’t die that easy boy!” he growled as his partner squeezed tighter, Mark began to turn red, then crimson. He threw the umbrella like a spear and rammed it into Puckett’s eye before kicking the handle sending an electrical burst through his head, lighting him up like a Christmas tree. The agent squeezed Mark’s neck tighter and Mark went limp. The agent shook him to make sure before dumping him onto the ground.

“This is Agent Kelly. I need a mobile purple ray brought to my location”

Mark opened an eye and exhaled quietly, his grandfather’s technique had just saved his life. He hopped up and grabbed Kelly’s head and twisted it violently to the side with a loud crack. As the agent lay convulsing on the floor he picked up the umbrella.

“As you have now learnt, a Cain doesn’t die that easy either!” And with that Mark shoved the point of the umbrella deep into the mouth of Agent Kelly until the point stuck into the wooden floor.


Mark stood on the roof under his umbrella as the T-spheres arrived. Soon the area would be swarming with Hawkmen possibly even one of the League. He flipped open his notebook and crossed off Tantu Totem. He then scrawled a note


No go on Vixen’s trinket. Off to check the Devil stick in London

Hope P.S went okay


He rolled the paper up and pinned it to the wall with a small spike, the end a pulsing red LED light. Code Red would be by to pick up the message. Mark looked down on the ever growing throng before running off into the night.


David Cain stood in the background watching the beautiful chaos. The fury and the anger that poured from both hero and villain alike meant it was almost hard to tell who was who now. He smirked at the Orwellian nature. His gaze shifted to Batman and Joker, seemingly the centre of this bizarre tornado.

“I don’t believe it?” muttered Cain as he watched Batman’s hand curl into position “He wouldn’t?”

Cain watched almost in slow motion as and he threw it out with all the force he could muster, grabbed, wrenched and pulled back, the strike ripping Joker’s Adam’s apple out, leaving a large bloody gaping hole in his neck. Joker started to chuckled, a rasping, gurgling laugh through the hole. Cain holstered his gun and applauded as Batman roared like an animal over the din of lasers, sonic booms and superhuman blows.

“Welcome to the club Bruce,” David commended as he quickly got his guard up as a girl swung a bo staff at him “And which one are you?” He snatched the staff away and broke it over his knee like a twig.

“I am Yuki Yamashiro!” stated the girl as she backed up assumed a fighting stance.

Cain smiled “Karate in a war? Kid, your mother Katana was B grade at best, and obviously never taught you anything” He darted forward and jammed his pistol under her chin “I’m actually doing you a favour!”


“CAIN!” Batman roared as he crossed the battlefield and crashtackled his old foe. Bruce’s lip and gum dripped down his chin from the Joker’s final parting gift as he unloaded up David. The ferocity coupled with the extensive skill tore through Cain’s defences. David smiled through a mouthful of blood and broken teeth.

“What are you waiting for?” Cain as he spat a globule of bloody saliva onto the floor. Batman nodded and Cain turned to see Firestorm hovering nearby. The nuclear man’s hands churned with energy and in an instant he was a perfect glass statute.

“That!” Batman lifted his foot and smashed David Cain into a million pieces.


Mark clambered up the opaque rope ladder into the Dragonwing hovering cloaked in the sky, a ship his mother had procured years ago. Whenever he asked her about it she promptly changed the subject or hit him; more often than not she changed the subject BY hitting him.

"Plot a course to London!" he commanded the ship and it hummed to life.



Notes: Tantu Totem was how Vixen got her powers. Tinasha, Republic of Congo was where Batwing use to hang out circa 2013, Kelly Puckett created David Cain


Seems I'm On CV Holidays...

Recently I have clashed with several users on this site.

Part of it was my stubborness, part of it was their stupidity. In the end...well it is just nonsense.

One particular user started with a "joke", and it spiralled way out of control. I hammered them with raft of expletives, not my proudest moment but at the time I felt justified. The core of my swear-laden post was if you are going to critique then do so, instead of just saying "your terrible" and running. I just made the post more "colourful" which breaks several rules here on CV

I also asked, note asked (though tone is quite hard to convey sometimes, especially after heated discussions) and then found out despite their claims, they weren't published which made my initial argument! So then they packed up, changed their user name, wrote a blog saying "Adios losers".

I take no satisfaction in this. One mod wrote to me and said stop bragging. I wasn't, it was just how my week was progressing seemingly running from "heated discussion to heated discussion"! I want them to stay to write, play and do whatever they want; but if they're going to critique then at least have the intestinal fortitude to back up their bold & outrageous claims! Or offer pointers on what was done right or wrong. (If they're not locked or deleted you can check my bold & outrageous claims)

I write fan fic. I'm not a professional, I just like writing. To get told what I wrote is bad, that's fine. But after saying that and nothing more, actually slagging off the other writers as well, it wasn't helpful, polite or even funny and offers me nothing. So I loaded a double dose of swear words into my two-fingered typing style and let rip.

In the end I don't care about them. They could be 12, 36 or 52 it doesn't matter since being online is partial anoymous. But don't kick me and run off expecting me to take it, or single me out who had done nothing more than repost your initial dig at everyone.

I wish them no ill, I dont know them, don't want to. I don't wish to crush them or scare them off my turf like an old man (insert picture of man shaking fist)

The only satisfaction I do take is that they mispelt desert as dessert. Common simple mistake but so worth finding that tiny piece of gold!

In the end they have their side of the story, I have mine. The truth is somewhere in the middle. Hopefully the "doctor" will have a read as I read their side


Winding Down

Well it's time for me to scale back from my online life.


Well anyday now, my wife will be having our baby and since it's my first go at it, I kinda need to focus on them for a while. So I'll still be around, still write things but for a little while, probably December-January, I'll be quieter than I have been. I'm not leaving, just winding down.

I still have stories to write :)

In saying that have a look at The Rangers of Freedom, Peter Parker: Spectacular Sorceror Supreme and Marvel Iron Age: Distain (he's one of my favourite characters I've invented). A new Saga of Ravan will go up soon as well.

But my comments, critiques, feedback etc will be lesser due to a changing of my life.

Thanks for being patient with me. Now all of you "KEEP WRITING! Write hard, write often! Be inspired and inspiring! And for $%@#'s sake, comment on each other's work!"

See you soon, just not as often

batkevin74 better known as Kevin (you can see some of my other nerd stuff at


Mutual Reading Policy

I am going to instigate a mutual reading policy.

I'll happily read yours, even comment on your story, critique at times. What I'd like in return is you to read something of mine and also comment. A quid pro quo if you will. Why?

I'm sick of seeing stories of mine getting 30 views and 1 comment. So basically if you want me to read your stories, then you know what to do.

Maybe coz I like the attention, but maybe I want to hear what people have to say about my stuff. Someone said I write good all the time, I beg to differ! (It's really nice to hear though)

So mutual reading policy goes into effect. Please write and I'll read, If you want me to keep on reading, then drop a comment on some of my stuff



Anyone Else Get This Spam?

I got this...anyone else?


MAY the peace of the lord be with you and your household,

My name is Miss Becky Deng, nice to meet you,how are you and everything around you,i hope all is well,if so thanks be to God,my dear i saw your profile and became interested in you,l will also like us to start a friendship that can lead to something intimate,and please l want you to send an email to email address so l can give you my pictures for you to know whom l am.

Here is my email address (

I believe we can move from here! I am waiting for your mail to my email address above.

Miss Becky.

(Remember the distance or colour does not matter but love matters alot in life) please i want you to contact me on my email address(


Just An Update

I am i Queensland visiting my folks. And the comic book shop that is listed as being here...ISN'T! Does Qld, specifically the Gold Coast even have a shop of comics to feed a hungry nerd?

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