Note - This was written entirely on my phone and done entirely in one hour. While any weird errors weren't done intentionally they are kind of expected by me.

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"DOOD! Like, what if we got some of your stuff your ex kept when you two stopped bumping uglies?" Clearly under the influence of several substances that will and have messed with his thought process, he said louder then he had meant.

"Brah, I dunno her lonely self is probably sitting at home with some damn Wayne(TM) ice pops. She did have some pretty valuable stuff tho, but like wouldn't that be illegal? You know she lives in the most patrolled part o' town?" Bryan was under the influence too, but not as much so, he was still quite susceptible to fatal mistakes due to it, but he'd take a bit more pushing.

His friend comes in with that final push, "And don't you know it's Gordon's birthday? Hell the batman himself is probably taking the day off. What better day to peacefully get your stuff back, possibly by force then today? Bryan, she gave you back your balls, now let's anty up and get the rest back." His friend Juan was wrong on every point, it wasn't Gordon's birthday and Batman was patrolling, Bryan didn't know that though.

"Well, sure, I guess we got a plan then, let's go." Bryan fished his keys out of his pocket after he had nonchalantly muttered an agreement to a terrible, god awful plan.

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Twenty minutes later Bryan and Juan were on the other side of Gotham.

"Man, f#ck the those Metropolis jack offs! Gotham Knights bay-beeee! Best offensive line in the f&ckin' league! Woot! Zero sacks!" Juan shouts on the top of his lungs as the playoffs where getting ready to start.

"Shut up man, we're here." Bryan cut off the rantings of a soon to be mad man with a sharp sentence that had momentarily shut Juan up.

They exited the car in silence while Juan followed Bryan who still knew the way to his ex's. The walk IP the stairs goes by quickly and they reach their designation.

"Hey man, you know what I've always wanted to do?" Juan says with a devilish smile across his face.

"No?" Bryan sheepishly lets slip out, afraid of what Juan says next. He loved Juan like a brother but he did his fair share of incredibly stupid things.

Juan lifted his leg up and kicked like a horse right next to the handle. He had essentially just kicked the door down. Sasha, Bryan's ex, was just sitting on the couch cross legged on the couch watching a crappy reality show about women in Hub City.

Bryan felt like he had been caught cheating again. His arms felt like lead and he just wanted to sit until everything away, all of his problems fixed. The only thing he could muster to say was "What, the, f*ck?"

"BRYAN?!?!" Her shrill voice piercing everyone in the near vicinities ears. She rushed up and started pounding her small fists onto his chest letting some of the frustration out that she didn't get to when she texted him not to come back again last week.

Juan being the genius he was pushed her away from Bryan, she fell, her head hit the edge off a coffee table awkwardly. Bryan just stood motionless directly outside her door. He ran, he ran for his life.

Juan didn't follow, he started looting. By the time Bryan made it outside he saw a black figure with a cape smash through Sasha's window. A second later he heard screams. He didn't drive off, he just slept in the car. Afraid.

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It ended up taking an hour and 5 minutes. I wanted to write more but decided to try and stick with my self imposed time limit and came up with the abrupt ending.

Cheers. Any criticism is welcome.

I needed to write something, so I settled on someone who I had never written before and Thor was the easiest to get a handle on. So, enjoy!

Fair warning - I'm not that well versed in Thor's world so if there's some huge error, that's why. That's not to say I didn't try and make things as factually correct as possible but, you know.

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"He who waits the longest also has the most time to savor the spoils, fool." He mercilessly spat out as he vanquished his final foe on that particular day.

His quote directly relating to the way he decided to approach that battle. He had slammed his mighty weapon into the middle of the field and sat and looked at the breath that came out of his mouth that he could see to pass time. They scratched, pecked, bit, tore, and just about everything in between, but to no avail, they weren't able to harm in l him in any substantial way. Three hours of this passed and then he stood up and quickly thrashed his enemies with the ferocity (and skill) of a raging bull with rabies out for one last run.

His knuckles slightly frosted from the beatings he had given to the frost giants earlier, he rubbed his hands on his scarlet cape. He squinted his eyes and kept a stern look on his face as he saw a beggar on the streets of Asgard.

"Odinson! O, Odinson! Help me! My son, he's run off to Earth!" She shouts out at the god begging him to take interest in her plight. The tears ruin down her face and her dark purple Asgardian garment in horrible condition.

Truth be told the only reason he listened to what she had to say was because she mentioned his kryptonite, Earth. They where a peculiar race to him, separated and always bickering about some petty cause and never focusing on advancing their society. He felt like it was his obligation to help them.

He turned to speak to the beggar "Earth ye say? Why did he venture there? Was he not satisfied with utopia? Had we perhaps, not entertained him?" His god like voice holding a certain sense of pretentiousness above the lowly commoner.

The commoner's eyes glittered with hope "He went to an exotic land for the same reasons most people stray away from the correct path. He had said he had found love, sir. I'm sure you can relate, in some level." Thor thinks she smirks but it only lasts for a fraction of a second so he waves it off as a trick of the mind.

"I shall see what can be done, I've had business on earth anyway." He says bluntly and walks off, not asking for any information of the son.

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"I'm sure there must be some part of me that feels horrid of the upcoming loss of an insignificant planet, some part somewhere. Oh well, what can I do, but play my part?" The dress of the common woman is worn but the voice is different, one could say sinister.

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He starts his way to Asgard quickly, when it comes into view for the first time in a long time the god feels a sudden pang of pain.

He makes it to earth2 seconds later, he wishes he hadn't. Fire and the blood of humans where all over earth, everyone he had known where wiped out. The cause was already clear to him. Mangog.

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As one final note this was done on my phone so if there's any truly weird grammatical errors that I didn't notice, that's why.

This took about an hour to write.

All comments (positive or negative) are welcome, please make them constructive though.

So with Vertigo doing another quarterly anthology I thought it might be fun to see what I would do for it. The theme this time is sound effects and the first one is POP! To make it a bit more challenging I decided I should give comic script a shot and the results are as follows…

Rough description of the story.

The comic script.

Page 1.

Full Page spread. The Man is walking down the stairs, show him walking down by facing the page as if you were standing at the bottom looking at him.

The Man: Hey! Is that popcorn I smell? Save me some!

SFX – Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Pages 2 & 3.

Two Page spread.

The stairs are to be set up so that there’s two steps at first, the second making a little base and then they turn to the right in which they lead you up to the second floor of the house. To the right of the two steps there’s a wall, on the wall there’s pictures. He’s standing on the second step facing towards the reader with his mouth open wide.

The boy is wearing blue and white stripped pajamas and a tight shirt says “Hi Mom!” same as the one shown in picture 3. He’s beginning to tear up.

The boy: OH MY GOD!

1st picture – A baby picture, with him swaddled in a light blue blanket. His hair is brown.

Caption box with an arrow pointing to the picture: Our little baby boy! Born January 1st, 1994! So proud!

2nd picture – A little boy, age 5, holding his father’s hand (Don’t show the father, just his arm and hand.) with a brown paper bag containing his lunch in his other hand and a book bag on his back.

Caption box with an arrow pointing to the picture: 1st day of school! I bawled like a baby! He’s growing up SO fast!

3rd picture – Age 14, he’s got his arm on a females hip. His hair neatly combed dressed in a T-shirt that says “HI MOM!” the girl wearing a light blue shirt, both wearing blue jeans.

Caption box with an arrow pointing to the picture: His first date! He’s become so handsome!

4th picture – He’s seventeen with a little stubble in patches on his face because he thinks it makes him look cooler. He’s in the black cap and gown smiling like a goof.

Caption box with an arrow pointing to the picture: High school graduation! Looks like I did alright…

Page 4.

Panel 1 – A wide but short rectangle taking up roughly a sixth of the page. that shows a yellow banner. The banner reads “Surprise!”

SFX: Pop! Pop! Pop!

Panel 2 – With some space between the other panel. This takes up around 4 sixths of the page. There’s bodies all over an empty room that just hosts a TV and a speaker now in pieces. Blood is splattered all over. A huge man is leaning over one of the bodies whispering the end of the pledge of allegiance.

The Huge man: …With liberty and justice for all.

SFX: Pop! Pop!

Panel 3 – Taking up the rest of the page. His hands jerked backwards to show that he snapped the neck.

Page 5.

Panel 1 - Taking up 3 fourths of the page with a rectangle, showing the same scene except the man is turned around with a big grin plastered on his face.

The Man: What’s going on?

The Huge Man: Sir, your friends and family have been brutally murdered by me. Welcome to adult hood. You’re on your own now.

SFX – Beep Beep!

The Man: Is this punked? Please tell me it is! I’m scared. Can I get a hug?

The Huge Man: Of course not! There’s no room for that nonsense anymore, lad! It’s time for you to get a move on.

The Man: I was going to move out nex—

The Huge Man: Son, don’t. Your generation is saying “I was” or “I will”, do it or don’t. Now get a move on! And remember to look me up if you reproduce! A man’s go to kiss a baby or two if he hopes to keep up his good graces with the public!

The Man: Did you really kill my family?

The huge man: Of course!

Panel 2- Taking up the fourth of the page, the man sits down accepting defeat. The microwave goes off again telling you to pick up what you picked up in it.

SFX – Beep Beep.

Page 6, the final page. Fast forward five years later; the young man fell apart that day. He’s now a raggedy looking bum with a full Gandalf-esque beard.

Panel 1 – Taking up the right corner with a rectangle longer than it is wide, about 3” by 2”. 3 Teenaged men are bothering our protagonist. He’s looking at them and they’re screaming at him. Show the panel from the POV that they’re in a back alley and you’re standing on the street watching three men yelling at a man sleeping against a wall.

Caption: I was never able to recover from that night, I ran away and never looked back. Made it three states away, ditched the car and just tried to live. I failed that on every level.

Teenager #1: Hey! Look at me when I’m talking to you.

Panel 2 – Same POV and panel size have it directly to the right of the first panel. This time Teenager #1 kicks him.

SFX – Pop!

Caption: I’m done, I died 5 years ago to be honest. Time to make it real. I’m sorry Mom.

Panel 3 – Same size and POV. The Man gets up.

Teenager #2: Oh shit, he’s up. Fuck it, let’s go, I don’t need jail!

Caption: Dad? Can we play catch when I see you again?

Panel 4. Same size but a different POV. Do it from the POV of the man this time, his hands in front of him covered by red dirty gloves, a car’s headlights can be seen.

Caption: Save me god.

Panel 5 – Taking up the rest of the page, in the oval office of the white house. The Pov should be like you’re standing at the doors of the office. The Huge Man is sitting the desk.

Caption – Location: White House, oval office.

Secretary: Mr. President? Subject #53 is down and out, project “Shock Tactics” has failed every time so far.

SFX: Sigh…

The huge Man: The youth these days needs so much help. They’ll figure out what to do soon, #53 just got lost in the hustle and bustle of the world. So lost, all of them. am I wrong for showing them that they’d be alone if they weren’t literally alone?

Secretary: No sir.

Final words..

So yeah, that's what I came up with. Took me about 2 hours or so in total and overall i am very pleased with it. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think. :)

"The rain was humid." His eyes squinted, voice low and head hung.

"The rain was humid?" He asks like the person who said it was a leper.

"Yes, that's why I said it was." Anger rising like steam off of a hot pot.

The light flickers, the questionee gone, questioner in shreds across the room. Blood smeared across the one way mirror on the wall saying "Life's short, stay away or it'll be miniscule." The most chilling part of it was that the killer had obviously taken his time with writing it all and paid a serious attention to his words.

Night set in, Gotham's ground wet and the light's lighting up the city like fireflies fornicating. "Say, why do you think he did it Bullock?" The ashes of his cigarette flicked to the ground.

Harvey Bullock says in his gravelly voice like the nonchalant as$hole everyone assumes he is "Why did he pick Wayne over you or why did the psycho chop Allen into pieces?"

"Close, what was Allen doing with the loon in the first place? He wasn't working on any case" He coughs violently, enough to shake his frail body to the core, flicks his cigarette again. "That would require we bring in pale bastards and interrogate them without telling anyone."

"You know Allen was working real close with Commish Wayne before he bit the bullet."

They end the rather morbid conversation and Det. Gordon starts the process to get a taxi and thinks about retirement on the way home, he'd been rather down since he wasn't picked to be Commissioner. He pays the toll after he reaches his apartment in one of the even less savory than the usual Gotham area.

Steps into his humble abode and his eyes reach Barbara and his heart sinks. She’s sitting in her wheelchair and he’s ashamed. He still loves her of course but the fact that she’ll never be normal disturbs him, he tries not to let her see that he thinks of her differently now but she looks so unnatural to him now. “Hey baby girl! How’re ya?” He tries to add some cheer to his voice but at the end of it he knows he cringed.

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His brand new Waynetech™ communicator goes off and his heart does gymnastics, he’s beyond pleased he won’t have to sit through any awkward conversation. At night he knows he’ll cry himself to sleep because he knows deep down that he hates his daughter.

“Gordon, the commissioner needs you A.S.A.P., he’s found a lead in your homicide case that’s important. Bullock is already on his way.” The voice sounds bored so of course he assumes in must be the unpaid intern, Sally.

Pressing the button “I’ll be there in thirty.” Turns his head to Barbara “See you tonight, order pizza if you want.”

“Yeah, sure…” Barbara practically whispers to herself, wanting to vanish and never be seen again.

The weary cop walks out and meets the brisk Gotham air, taking the first taxi he can, wanting to escape all home problems that he can by burying himself in work. A man dressed like a carnie asks “WHERE TO? HA. HA. HA.”

Gordon with a raised eyebrow instinctively raises his badge and shows it “Gee-Cee-Pee-Dee, let me out of this cab right now or I will have to take you in.”

A devishly white face shows itself and defies logic with its smile “Oh no, my friend we’re going to have some fun while I give you a couple of clues. Ha ha ha, hahahahahaaha.”

“Please no! I have a daughter! I’m an honest cop! I don’t need this!” His fists start to pound everything in sight as he tries to get out of the car “PLEASE!! HELP MEEEEE!!” Heart rate rising like a rocket, he shuts his eyes, wanting to vanish and never be seen again.

The car drives off playing Entry of the Gladiators the whole time, nothing to start off a good time like old German war music.

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This took me about 39 minutes and even though I don't feel satisfied with the length of what I wrote I am pretty pleased with a few of the ideas I had.

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I did decide to add in another 45ish minutes worth of writing and am much more pleased with what I ended up with.

"The rain was humid." His eyes squinted, voice low and head hung.

"The rain was humid?" He asks like the person who said was a leaper.

"Yes, that's why I said it was." Anger rising like steam off of a hot pot.

The light flickers, the questionee gone, questioner in shreds across the room. Blood smeared across the one way mirror on the wall saying "Life's short, stay away or it'll be miniscule." The most chilling part of it was that the killer had obviously taken his time with writing it all and paid a serious attention to his words.

Night set in, Gotham's ground wet and the light's lighting up the city like fireflies fornicating. "Say, why do you think he did it Bullock?" The ashes of his cigarette flicked to the ground.

Harvey Bullock says in his gravelly voice like the nonchalant as$hole everyone assumes he is "Why did he pick Wayne over you or why did the psycho chop Allen into pieces?"

"Close, what was Allen doing with the loon in the first place? He wasn't working on any case" He coughs violently, enough to shake his frail body to the core, flicks his cigarette again. "That would require we bring in pale bastards and interrogate them without telling anyone."

"You know Allen was working real close with Commish Wayne before he bit the bullet."

Following up Garth Ennis has got to be one of the most daunting tasks in all of comic books. Following him up after his Punisher run was completed must of been downright terrifying. Thankfully for Aaron he didn't have to follow up Ennis directly but Victor Gischler a fine writer in his own right but not quite at Ennis' level. He has a short run and ends the volume of Punisher, which starts up almost instantaneously with a new one, the one we're going to discuss.

PunisherMAX is a peculiar book when compared to Ennis' run, it openly brings in other beloved(?) marvel characters, uses them like the their regular counterparts with a bit more of a MAX touch and makes his story revolve around Punsiher, mainly through other characters. Ennis' run was mainly a six issue story with memorable characters and gangsters where everyone died at the end of each story. Aaron's run is one story through and through that builds of of each arc and ties off with twenty two issues, all of them drawn by Steve Dillon along with covers by Dave Johnson.

KINGPIN -- Is he a myth or an actual man?

The volume kicks off with a mobster coming out and saying "Look, this isn't working, HEalways just kills who ever is actually in charge. What if we make a figurehead that doesn't actual exist for him to chase?" After a bit of convincing and showing them the larger than life Wilson Fisk they agree to his plan. They hire a bodyguard who doesn't come until the next arc and make preparations to make it seem like there actually might just be a real Kignpin. Frank Castle isn't fooled at first until a couple of cogs go turning and a Machiavellian plan reveals itself right in front of his eyes. Risky decisions are made by people to get what they truly desire, and it works but for how long is the question?

What really sets this apart from any other comic book is it's knack for instantly characterizing Wilson Fisk and keeping a strong hold on him. Which is really what this first arc is about, the Kingpin. There are a lot of Punisher moments throughout this series but it starts off with creating a man larger than life and badder than the devil.

BULLSEYE -- Then you get the dreams.

The bodyguard that I mentioned over in the little blurb about the kingpin arc? That was none other than, you guessed it! Bullseye, the deranged lunatic who literally tattooed a bullseye on his forehead. He's crazy and his methods are anything but orthodox and it shows. Still he was hired to kill Punisher and he sets off to do it, crazy or not he is efficient and starts to get the job done in a way only a mad man could.

The last arc focused on Kingpin and this one uses Bulseye to explore what makes Frank tick. He is able to figure him down to the T, figuring out all of his safe houses, who supplies him with weapons and ammunition and last but certainly not least what really set him off that fateful day in the park. It's wildly amusing to see him systematically go about his way figuring out how a man works and at the same time some of his plans will make you just plain feel bad about the people around him/the people he is doing something to.

While adding in another villain it also builds off of a few other things that happened in the last arc and weaves in a couple of other surprises down the road.

FRANK -- It will never be enough.

After the explosive ending to Bullseye, Frank ends up and jail and while surviving jail life he also thinks about his past. This arc could possibly make old Punisher fans angry, it establishes that Punisher was not a happy man when he got home from the war. He was down right miserable, he had no idea how make himself fit in at all, wasn't a good father or husband. It's interesting to see how it was handled and how Frank copes with this revelation. It wasn't that he didn't love his family, it was more so that he didn't know how to anymore.

All very interesting stuff put forth by Aaron that'll give you a lot to think about while the prison related stuff will give you a different development in the story of Frank Castle that is a little less polarizing.

HOMELESS - You were a helluva soldier, Frank. Best I ever saw.

And the creative team sticks the landing with one more Punisher story. Introducing Elektra who while she doesn't do much plays a pretty entertaining role and giving fitting end to the characters that is both rewarding and fitting. It uses the issues to show how far Frank has come from the intimidating Punisher to a broken man who realizes how terrible his life is now and Punisher goes from the man on top of the world to a scared man stuck in his rut. Everything comes together in the end perfectly.

Finally,

I realize I didn't talk much about the art, which I believe fit the world and more specially Punisher wonderfully. A lot of people say Dillion draws the same face and there is a bit of truth to that I believe that his art in this series specifically is the best it's ever been and shows the world it needs to.

PunisherMAX can be bought in a set of 4 trade paperbacks or one whooping omnibus.

Thanks for reading!

So, with the recent new of Suicide Squad being cast I decided I would try and write something about the character whom has had the most controversy, by far. This character is probably the most liked Suicide Squad member, and no that doesn't mean I am saying that Deadshot is more liked than Joker or Harley Quinn just saying that in a Suicide Squad book more people would want him before anyone else. Unlike any of my other free writes where I would just write whatever came to mind and, this time I decided I would just try and write something about Floyd Lawton, the man with a death wish.

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"You know you're the type of person that makes me hate everyone else." his voice cold, eyes squinted, and his gun pressed up in the dead center of her forehead. "Did you really think that I would ever believe you were a good person? Toots, I ain't buyin' that for a second, I know who you are, what you've done and what you're capable of, that's what you're about to die."

Her mascara is longer running anymore, she's past the point of shock and fear and in her head she has accepted the idea of dying, or as much as she'll ever get to. The gun goes off and her head blows backwards, she's dead. Floyd out off her previously secured building to find out where exactly he gets his paycheck. As soon as the cold winter air hits his body he hears a voice.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Dark, menacing and rather terrifying if you let it psyche you out.

"Oh stick it, Bat-Bo--" He turns around to face what he assumed to be the Dark Knight, he meets a kryptonian donning an S on his chest. "You know you sound just like him when you get all pissy."

"Floyd, don't deflect. What you just did was despicable! Inexcusable! You just killed an innocent woman!" His chest puffed, his stare intense with a little hint of red.

"Tell it to someone who cares, will you? I got a lot of brain cells to kill tonight and while your speech will do a fine job, I would rather do it in a bar." His eyes rolling and one of his eyebrows are raised. His malleable mouth is bent into the shape of an incredibly punchable smirk."

"Floyd, we're friends, you've helped me before, I know you can do good, but you don't. You make bad choices, you decided to kill that woman, you decided that jail was what you needed. This isn't hard, you don't kill people and you get to do what you want, when you do I will bring you in. So here we are, I don't have much time so you're going to have to make your choice now. Will you come by force or willfully?" Clark floats to the ground looking at him in the eyes, as a sign of respect.

"I'll take option one, please."

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So, yeah, I kind of wish I did longer than thirty minutes but this is what I got done by then and honestly I am pretty pleased all things considered. Let me know all of your thoughts as always. :)

Imagine this, Superior Spider-Man is going strong everyone is still outraged by it and of course buying it. Marvel being a smart company decide to make a month devoted to it, they release two ongoing and one mini series in this month. Superior Carnage, Superior Foes of Spider-Man and Superior Spider-Man Team-Up were these titles. Superior Carnage was by far the least talked about but people still cared because it was Carnage and for some reason people like Carnage. Next up we had Superior Spider-Man team up, which had SpOck teaming up for twelve issues doing stuff. As a whole it really, average. Finally we have Superior Foes (Which we will now shorten to SF) the title no one really cared about when they heard of it written by Nick Spencer not to well known to the general comic reading audience but had a solid body of work already and illustrated by Steve Lieber who was known but not really actively talked about. They ended up catching lightning in a bottle, striking oil, finding water in the desert, and randomly found a diamond so big it makes Godzilla insecure.

Let's talk about comedy first, it's a rather tricky thing to pull off well. Do too much and you'll come off as a spastic meme spouting regurgitator, make it too subtle and no one will catch the joke. So what do they do? They keep the comedy front and center but do it in newer ways, and it's not a sex thing.

See, it works! It's funny but that's not actually what I meany by newer ways, that was just plain funny.

Stuff like this is what I mean about newer, it isn't an actual written out joke with some character being witty, which sometimes leads to them getting really obnoxious. This is just a comedic take on a threat, which works because if you let the artist illustrate the scene in a comedic way your options are now limitless. That's not the only way they do this experimentation on comedy can be done, they also have neat little uses of thought bubbles.

Because I am a nice person I won't ruin any other jokes that as I would say with confidence are brilliantly executed by the creative team.

This is the part where you would say "But, some neat tricks with comedy can't be the only reason this books is really special!" if you did say that you'd be right. What is this book actually about? At the it's heart it is really about Boomerang who has himself in a pickle. The story is always really about him but never only focuses on him. Looking past that this is really new group of misfits who really just want to be on a team with Dormammu. They get in a long(ish) con by the series actual main character which works really well in the end. It just keeps on unraveling and we learn all about the cast while adding even more lore to Marvel's NYC, every joke comes back and means even more to us when we see how it all ends up. It truly is a sight to behold how a simple and in hindsight small game of manipulation turned out to be something a lot more complicated.

The cast of this book is Boomerang, Shocker, Speed Demon, Overdrive, and Beetle. They all get their time to shine in this series the only one who doesn't really get a whole lot of attention from is possibly Speed Demon, but he gets a puppy and that makes it alright. I had actually never heard of Beetle or Overdrive before this series had begun. Both of them actually get one shots focusing on them and their backgrounds which add a lot to their personality making them feel like full fledged Marvel characters instead of a random stock character. Overdrive becomes a misguided young fellow who really just wants to be a hero while Beetle on the other hand truly does like villainy and grew up with it. Shocker's time to shine comes in the form of betrayal and time spent with a certain mobster. And as I said before, Boomerang is the real main character so he obviously gets some time in the sun.

So, we have new innovative comedy, a fairly balanced team book which lends itself to all of its members exceptionally well, what's missing? Well, Lieber's art for starters, which is sublime. He doesn't go overboard and make muscle men with crosshatching everywhere but rather keeps a softer style to his penciling. Along with this Lieber also emotes the emotions of the foes to perfection, giving them smiles when they should be smiling and a frown when they would not be smiling. It's well worth noting that the coloring is also done very well too, often times having an appealing water color-y look to it.

Superior Foes is a title that fits perfectly in the Marvel universe while using some characters no one really cared all that much about. It adds some much needed depth to a couple and gives a few the exact thing they needed, a perfect story. It brilliantly weaves together multiple plot points that a lesser writer would of botched with art to die for. I look forward to the day where Marvel will collect this into one nice hardcover.

Thanks for the brilliant comic Spencer and Lieber, it'll be missed.

"Uh, hey? My name's Dave, and i'm an alcoholic." The mic screeches for a second; Dave's fingers tap against his pants as he scans the small crowd. "I don't really know how this works, I guess I just say my life story?"

"How long've ya been sober, bo'?" A man who's short and looks very bored in the front says without looking up from his phone.

"Well, uh, maybe like, 500 hours? With a little, you know, wiggle room there." His meek voice only just reaches the crowd, whose heads are now turned to the side and their eyes squinted a little, staring down Dave while questioning if he's insane.

"I had a job right out of high school. It was just a simple one, I just kind of lucked into something at the dinner about fifteen minutes from here. It was going good, I had enough money to pay my part of the rent on time. I just cooked food everyday and I was okay with that, I never was one those guys who wanted to be something like special or anything. Then one day I was driving and got lost. I saw a comet hit the ground and I went to check it out. I, uh, saw something. It was like barely breathing, and kind of burnt. After that I just kind of, really got into drinking and my boss told me I had to do this or I would lose my job.. so.. yeah?"

"Hi Dave." The crowd says as a unit and Dave goes to find his seat. the only thing on his mind is a cold drink and how lame he just sounded. He finally gets to his seat in the back and someone else goes up and talks. He doesn't pay much attention to anyone that speaks after him, he really just wants to go to his crappy apartment and try and get some sleep. He's been feeling pretty foggy lately.

The meeting ends and he mingles for a couple of minutes before leaving. He drives on an empty back road so he'll have time to think to himself while driving and no chance of getting into a car on car accident. All of his thoughts go back to that thing he saw in the field not too long ago. The smell of burning leather rushing into his noise, the last cry of the thing that he assumed to be a baby, the mechanical whiz of the pod it was in. The only thing he could clearly see was a "S" on the pod. He remembers bowing his head and praying instantly.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he uses his other to rub his face. He sees purple. It's bright. All he sees is purple. Man tries to rub away the purple, it's unnaturally purple. He can't stand it. He loses control. Car meets tree. Tree wins. He wakes up spitting up blood and a pounding vibration in his head. A new voice makes itself known. "Yooooooou are the new hossssst." Fade to black. When the body that was Dave rises, Dave is gone. The only thing left is a Parasite.

Cops come around five hours later, they don't find a body.

**

So, yeah, just a quick free write I felt was good enough to share.

Hello, I am the user known as Dagmar Merrill. I would like to start this by giving you a few statistics.

• For every for every 97 posts (I rounded up) I gained a follower.

Did I say statistics as in plural? My bad, I actually only have that statistic. So.. Let's go through some stuff I have accomplished on the vine, shall we?

• My horribly written fan-fic
• My Ask me anything thread
• My incomplete and questionably organized Moon Knight respect thread

That's just about everything. I've also written 53 reviews, of which the earlier ones are terrible, and made 6 lists. That's mildly impressive.. right? No? Okay.

Well.. here's my family's reaction to me telling them I got one hundred followers on that comicbook website I go on too much.

• Grandmother (and the actual Dagmar Merrill) - I'm not in the mood for your s#it.
• Cousin Kendra - I have 753 on instagram.
• Cousin Jaylen - I don't care.
• Cousin Zoe - LEAVE ME ALONE JORDAN.

So, you could say that worked out well. So.. what about my rather odd username? Here's the story behind it: I had just gotten down beating Arkham City and decided to check out the actual comics. My first one was Legends of the Dark Knight #185, while I quite enjoyed it I didn't know where to go next. So I googled comic characters I had heard of, and Comicvine kept on coming up. After Awhile I decided to make an account and when I did I clicked "Login with Facebook" I didn't look at the username it came up with and just clicked to get it set up. I had accidentally logged in with my grandmothers account and it as a default gave me her name. And that's how I got my username.

I've been reading comics for like a year and a half now, I've lost a ton of money in comics and pretty much devoured anything I could find. So, i would like to now say, Thanks for the good times CV. Let's have some more.