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Marvel Mayhem: Howard the Duck 2

Continued from Marvel Mayhem: Howard the Duck More Mayhem here Marvel Mayhem Library

"Cleveland." Howard sneered, and waved the gun in the air for effect. "I can see you're the deep end of your gene puddle. So let me help you out Bright Eyes. When the talking duck waves a gun at you, you and slack jaw there take a hike. Questions?" Punk number 2 steeped from behind his friend and raised his own gun~~~~ The air suddenly simmered like pavement on a hot day, and everything ground to a halt. The traffic noises stopped, the punk kids froze still.

Then there was a loud sound like Velcro being separated, and a flash of light. Whack! A black cane whacks down on punk number two's wrist, causing him to curse and drop the gun. Whack! The cane hit the punk below the belt, and he doubled over in pain. A white hand chops across his neck, and he hit the ground unconscious. The short figure turned to the other punk. "Boo!" he yelled.

The knife punk turned and ran out of the ally, leaving his friend behind. The woman seemed to be speechless, but to be fair, Howard was surprised himself. Standing in the middle of the ally was a very old duck person. He wore a black bowler hat, and patched corduroy sport coat. He looked up at the lady and scowled. "If I had saved you wearing spandex pajamas, I would at least get a thank you. If not a kiss" He grumbled. "Well? Beat feet down the street toots." He motioned for her to leave with a swing of his cane. The woman quickly left.

"Thanks for the help grandpa, but I had it under--" Whack! "---Ow!" Howard yelled as the cane smacked his head.

"You didn't have anything under control hatchling. You would have got shot dead, just like I was, playing the hero." He swiped Howard's cigar and took a few puffs on it. "Enjoy these while you can. Their outlawed in the future."

"I was enjoying...." Howard started to reply, then paused. A vague feeling of disease passed through Howard's mind. Like deja vu. Or like a bad memory. The loser had raised a gun at him then--- "Oww!" Howard yelled again as something slammed down hard on his foot.

"Don't poke that memory. This timeline is still fragile. If you remember how things were, you could reimpose the original timeline." The old duck walked towards Howard's cab, still smoking his cigar.

"Now I know you're not me. I don't care enough about physics to learn all that." Howard replied, alternately rubbing his foot and his head.

"You should bone up on your physics. It'll come in handy with the quantum caterpillar." Old Howard said as he climbed into the back of Howard's cab.

"Wait! The what now?" Howard replied, annoyed.

"Never mind junior. You shouldn't know too much about your future."

"I already know I get bald patches and liver spots. That's more then I wanted to know" Howard said as he got behind the wheel. Whack! "Oww!"

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Marvel Mayhem: Howard the Duck

Find more Mayhem here Marvel Mayhem Library.

"Police investigations for the mysterious Scourge are on go--" Click. "were apprehended by the Hulk on the Staten Island Ferry--" Click.

"Nothing on the radio but news and boy bands." Howard grumbled to himself. He rolled his cigar from one side of his bill to the other, and took hard drag off it. He was working as a cab driver in New York again. It wasn't the best job, but the work was consistent. Even if you were a four foot tall anthropomorphic talking duck. Working for ARMOR had paid nice, but only served to prove what Howard already knew about himself. He wasn't a hero, he was just working Joe.

Traffic had gone from barely moving to a dead stop, and didn't look to pick up any time soon. The sun beaming down was hotter then Hell, and Howard would know, having tossed back drinks at a bar in Hell. He wanted a glass of brandy. "Scratch that, make it two brandies." He thought out loud. To be off duty throwing back a few brandies.

He glanced out the left window, bored, down an ally way. That's when he saw the woman backed against the dirty wall of the ally. A couple of teenage punks harassing her. One held something to her throat. Probably a knife. Howard quickly looked forward, before the woman could make eye contact, and he did something stupid.

"Nope." He said to himself. "Not getting involved. I'll just scare her worse then she is already, I won't get thanked for stepping in. In fact, I'll probably get blamed by the lynch mob that will randomly appear. And she'll get mugged same time tomorrow." Traffic moved forward about two inches then, and he drove forward accordingly. Not far enough though. He could still see the woman and the punks out the corner of his eye. "This is New York, more heroes then we need. Someone will come along, like Spider-Man."

Traffic moved forward half an inch, but Howard didn't move. The honks of frustrated drivers began immediately, along with the curses and the shouted inquires as to the extent of his ability to drive. But this was New York, honking and insulting were a part of driving, and Howard barely heard it. Opening the glove compartment he pulled out a small six shooter revolver. He was gonna do something stupid.

Howard shut off his cab and removed the keys. The traffic wasn't moving enough for someone to steal it, but still.... He stepped into the ally, hot, overhung, and annoyed. The gun was almost overkill.

"Hey! Juvi hall! Why don't you leave the lady alone and get lost before I put a webbed foot up your @ss."He had helped save the universe, and had dealt with way more dangerous situations. This one should not have proven too difficult. Which almost guaranteed something would go wrong.

"Holy sh!t. Its one of those freaky little people. Where the hell you come from." The punk didn't seem to notice anything off about Howard except his size. He was used to that. Most people just blocked his duckness out of their minds.

"Cleveland." Howard sneered, and waved the gun in the air for effect. "I can see you're the deep end of your gene puddle. So let me help you out Bright Eyes. When the talking duck waves a gun at you, you and slack jaw there take a hike. Questions?" Punk number 2 steeped from behind his friend and raised his own gun, and fate once again showed her utter contempt for Howard as he was shot twice in the chest.

'I hope my tab is still open in Hell.' Was his last thought.

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PyroVerse Beyond Profile: Jack O'Lantern

PyroVerse Beyond: Insanity Inc.

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Name: Nathan Adams.

Codename: Jack O'Lantern. He is the fourth to bare the title.

Powers: Above average fighting skills. Not on par with Lady Shiva, but close.

Weapons/Armor: Jack wears the carbonadium body armor of Moon Knight. He is very secretive about how the armor came into his possession. This armor protects him from physical and mystical attacks. It also provides him a certain level of super strength. Around 700 pounds.

Flame Thrower: Through use of clever pyrotechnics, Jack O'Lantern can 'breath' fire at opponents.

Pumpkin Bombs: Jack is armed with the pumpkin bombs made so popular by Green Goblin.

Goblin Glider: Instead of the more traditional flying broomstick, Jack rides an old Goblin Glider.

Fear Gas: The right gauntlet of his armor can spray Scarecrow's Fear Toxin at close range.

Scythes: Jack O'Lantern has hand scythes, and throwing scythes. Cause you can never have too many weapons.

Bio: Nathan was trained by his father to fight, to keep him safe from the thugs in Gotham. Nathan took to training naturally, and excelled in all his classes. The the Cloudburst outbreaks began. Heroes, villains and regular people fell to the disease. Among them was Nathan's family. Where he went, and what he did for the 16 years since the world changed is a mystery as he is very secretive and has deep trust issues. He pays more homage to Scarecrow then Joker. But as to whether he has ever encountered Scarecrow has not been revealed.

He does however believe the OmniCorp regime has over stepped its bounds, and is a firm member of the resistance.

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PyroVerse Beyond: Insanity Inc.

Find more Pyromania here. Pyroverse library

Captain Creep, Punchline, and Jack O'lantern are original characters, but are based off owned characters. Joker, Harley and The Answer are property of DC comics. Sleepwalker is property of Marvel comics.

In the year 2050, outbreaks of the deadly Cloud Burst bacteria began to occur in all the major cities. Panic spread as people saw their neighbors devoured alive by the microscopic monster. It was LexCorp that came to the rescue. Creating a vaccine with suspicious timing. Bizarrely enough, no trace of the bacteria was ever found as all the infected were destroyed. Along with the LexCorp samples.

Less then one year later Bruce Wayne is assassinated at a charity fundraiser event. Conspiracy theorists point the finger at Deadshot, despite him being an inmate at Black gate prison at the time. Wayne Enterprise was quickly overtaken by LexCorp, now called OmniCorp. Stark Industries was soon after taken over. Mr Stark has only spoken to the public through a spokesperson. There's talk of an early retirement. Conspiracy theorists have thoughts on that too.

Its a bleak future where a strict curfew is imposed on the citizens. Where captured vigilantes are sentenced worse then the criminals they catch. Where unregistered meta-humans can be executed on sight. But in every era there are champions and heroes. No matter how unlikely....

2020 Metropolis City. Now.

The full yellow moon looked down on an eclectic group standing in a grubby ally. Some paced around. One hung upside down from the fire escape. A woman dressed in purple tapped the communicator in her ear. On her hands are big white gloves, like cartoon characters used to wear. "I have a question." She said in a practiced way.

"I am the answer." Was the dry response.

"Last minute check in Newspaper man. We are outside the OmniCorp research lab, and are ready to make some trouble." She said flippantly, but felt a little nervous inside.

"Mission is the same. Obtain the black diamond at all costs. That is my Answer." The line disconnected with a audio crackle that made Punchline wince. She turned and looked at the assembled. That she was leader of anything was proof enough of a world gone horribly wrong.

"Okay freaks. Mission is a go. Sleepwalker," The alien was leaned against the ally wall indifferently. He didn't really believe in their methods. But he was in for the cause. So he sucked it up. Mostly. "You warp the front door loose. Then hit the basement and make a big mess." He nodded, but didn't move.

"Jack" She turned to Jack O'Lantern, who was juggling pumpkin bombs he had liberated from one of Green Goblins old hidey holes. One of Goblins gliders hovered nearby, attuned to his body movements. He was dressed like a Victorian gentleman, but his outdated outfit concealing the carbonadium armor of the Moon Knight. His left gauntlet could spray Fear toxin at close range. "You take Captain Creep to the roof. Make a grand entrance boys."

"The best entrances have fireworks." Jack snickered, and caressed a pumpkin bomb lovingly in his palm.

"Ooh, I was about to say that. Haha!" Captain Creep grinned a wide grin, still hanging upside down from the fire escape. His unbrushed green hair hung in tangled clumps. She couldn't help but smile. Her wild brother had that affect on her. His sonic laugh might make others writhe in pain, desperately clutching their ears, but it lifted her spirit. She looked at her last teammate, Fun House.

"You and me are after the payload. We have to act fast while the distraction is on." Fun House just chuckled. He was the tallest of the group, and the most brightly dressed. Like a yellow and purple jester. His weapons were lethal toys. Exploding baby dolls, acid squirting flowers. Other Joker-esq weapons. It occurred to her that Sleepwalker was the only one not grinning insanely. That made her grin even harder.

"A word of prayer before we go in?" She suggested. Captain Creep was instantly serious as he relaxed his toe grip on the fire escape and flipped to the ground. He joined hands with Jack and Fun House, and her. Everyone bowed their heads, except Sleepwalker, who declined to join them. "Our Joker who laughs in Heaven. We ask that you would grin on our mission of chaos. For we know as you did, that anarchy is the only true consistency in life, and the only thing we can rely upon."

Captain Creep went next. "Help us to promote insanity worthy of you. The kind of insanity that would curl a bats cape." He stopped.

"And to teach the masses to fear. To salt their safe sleep with the seeds of nightmares." Jack O'Lantern picked the prayer up. "For fear is the only true proof of life. Therefore fear is life."

"And we know you will return one day to fix everything. To dash the organized to pieces like cheap toys." Fun House added. "But we will continue the calling of disruption until that day."

"And we ask Saint Harley to look after us with her motherly love, as our patron saint. Deliver us this day some madness..." Punchline finished up.

"Amen." The assembled maniacs murmured.

"Are you ready?" She asked Captain Creep once more.

"Make'm laugh." He replied with a grin, and offered his fist.

"Make them scream." She replied, and punched his fist. It was a joke from their childhood.

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Pokemon gen 6, Pinsir's hope.

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Pinsir. My fave bug Pokemon. To me Pinsir and Scyther were the Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan of the bug world. Scyther was the ninja, and Pinsir was the brawler. They balanced each other well I thought. Skip forward 16 years or so. Most of the none-evolvers from gen one have evolutions, or pre-evolutions. Or both!

Time and again Nintendo has reached back to gen 1 when making new Pokemon until only five remain.

Pokemon that originally had no evolutions/pre-evolutions, but got them in later generations.

Onix. Evolved form.

Hitmonlee. Preform.

Hitmonchan. Preform

Likitung. Evolved form.

Chansey. Pre and evolved forms.

Tangela. Evolved form.

Mr. Mime. Preform.

Scyther. Evolved form.

Jynx. Preform.

Electabuzz. Pre and evolved forms.

Magmar. Pre and evolved forms.

Porygon. Evolved forms. (2)

Snorlax. Preform.

This is not a bad thing. I'm just making a case here. Showing how Nintendo has scraped the barrel for new Pokemon ideas. If you wonder what scrapping the bottom sounds like, its giving Tangela an evolution.

Other gen 1 Pokemon that got evolutions/Pre-evolutions after gen 1.

Pikachu. Preform.

Clefairy. Preform.

Jigglypuff. Preform.

Gloom. Alt evolved form.

Poliwhirl. Alt evolved form.

Slowpoke. Alt evolved form.

Magneton. Evolved form.

Most of these guys didn't need cool new forms. And yet poor Pinsir was overlooked again. As I said earlier, there remain five unevolving gen 1 Pokemon (Legends exempted) so here's why Pinsir deserves a evolution the most in gen 6.

1) Farfetch'd.

Farfetch'd is what I think of as a stand alone character. It has no counterpart. If it had a counterpart (Like Pinsir/Scyther) then I could see it evolving this late in the series. But it doesn't.

2) Tauros.

Tauros could evolve, but it has a counterpart. Miltank. Its would only be fair to evolve them both. So evolving Pinsir is easier, less work to write.

3) Lapras.

I'm actually pro evolution for Lapras. I love Lapras. The only reason I would choose Pinsir over Lapras is the already over abundance of water Pokemon. (Water and duel water types, 115. Bug types, 60.)

4) Ditto.

What would it evolve into? I mean, really?

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Knight and Dae

This story is completely original. All characters are property of me.

Continued in Knight and Dae 2

The Dream Land Companion was originally invented to catalogue information about the dream lands and to assist new dream lander's to find their way in the world. It has since evolved into the primary source of communication in the dream lands. Composed of over nine hundred pages, (with more added daily) It is still a slim three inches thick. It contains directions, social ettiquette, and the ever expanding citizen class directory.

--- Excerpt from page one of the Dream Land Companion.

Jesty the clown of Knight rolled out of bed early to face the new day. He strolled to his giant window and threw open his heavy curtains to peer into the twilight that was the land of Knight. A beam of sunshine broke through, causing him to squint his large blue pupiless eyes. He always looked to make sure the realm was the same as when he left it the night before (as much as his eyes could tell anyway) He always checked, cause you never know what was going to happen next in the Dream Lands.

He cartwheeled to his closet, and pulled out a one piece orange and purple costume. One of several hanging in there. He slipped into his suit with an ease and grace that was otherworldly. As he turned though he tripped on his own foot and fell backward into the wardrobe with a loud crash. The wardrobe became unbalanced and fell forward over Jesty with another crash. Dormio watched all this calmly with his bulging green eyes. "Ribbet?" He croaked.

"Not a problem." Jesty's muffled reply came from under the toppled wardrobe. "This is why I put a door on the back." He jiggled with the back wardrobe door to no avail. "Uh, Dormio? The door seems to be stuck." The door rattled a few times. "Dormio?"

Dormio had bedded down on Jesty's PJ's and was fast asleep, dreaming the empty sleep shared by all the inhabitants of the Dream Lands.

Jesty had powers of amazing agility and grace, for a time. Then he would lose it and all the clumsiness he had avoided would come all at once. It was an unfortunate affliction, but they were years from a cure. If indeed there ever would be one. A few bangs later the closet back door finally popped open and he flipped up into the air and landed perfectly on his feet fully dressed. "Not a bad start for a Monday." He told himself, then opened his copy of Dream World Companion. If anything interesting had happened it would be in the recent gossip section of the book.

Emo had been officially accepted as an emotional concept. Before they had languished in amibiguity as the Dream Land council tried to place them in a category. This would no doubt annoy some people (like Annoyance) and anger others (like Anger.) But most of the dream landers would simply be indifferent. Most people had their own things to deal with. Plus, new emotion concepts were created regularly, while old ones were reassigned to new categories. It was a fact of Dream Land life.

* * *

He was a bit late getting to Castle Sunflower to report for duty. But it was alright. He doubted anyone had noticed his lateness. Or cared. The throne room was huge. Larger then the castle itself. But that was the wonder of dream architecture. The thick walls were made of blocks carved from pure logic, and cemented together with certainty. A line of dream landers was waiting for their audience with the princess, who was not only ruler of Knight, but also the judge in legal matters.

The princess herself was seated in the middle of the room looking bored as several attendants brushed at her bed tussled long brown hair. Her demeanor brightened up at his appearance. "Jesty!" She smiled, and gave a small clap.

"Your majesty." He sank to one knee, and removed his jester cap, and bowing.

"Dr Tellect has something to talk about with you, sir jester. He's down in the cellar tinkering with his toys like a troll." She smiled again, but it seemed less comfortable on her face now. "I suppose you best get down and see what's up his lab coat."

"Yes majesty." He rose and walked quickly towards the castle basement.

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Dr. Ian Tellect's lab was pretty clean. You have expected it to be cluttered with half finished projects. But the work table was covered in notes and drawings and equations. The man himself was tall, with pointed ears and half glasses that he was always starring over. Which kinda defeated the point of wearing them. But Jesty had the sense to keep certain observations under his hat.

"How much do you know?" He grunted without turning around, as Jesty entered the lab.

"The princess is not here?"

"Very astute of you Jesty. We had to employ her body double to avoid a panic. Or worse, a massive wave of indifference. Whichever. Princess Sunflower disappeared from her royal chambers last night. We have suspects, but nothing concrete enough to mobilize a force." Jesty nodded, sensing the bad news was yet to come. "About midnight one of the servants heard the princess cry out, followed by a horrible laugh."

"How horrible?" Jesty asked.

"So horrible the servant fainted." Dr. Ian Tellect replied. "I don't need to remind you that the ambassadors of the various dream reams will be here in a week for territory division meeting and that copy upstairs cannot fill in for Sunflower." Ian Tellect's priority's might have seemed a bit cold. But if the princess wasn't here for the meeting everything could become chaotic.

"Where is the princess?" Jesty asked, guessing the answer.

"The I.D.O.Fear." He sighed. "We have no proof of course, but she was taken by Boogeyman nonetheless." This was bad. The princess was being held somewhere in the land of nightmares. A twisted realm that was always dark, and smelled like sour milk and fright. It was arguably the worst place in the Dream Lands to be, not counting Madness, which no one was sure existed as a realm, or just as random outbreaks here in Knight and Dae. "To facilitate your mission we have a liaison from the I.D.O.Fear. A retired closet monster."

At this a figure from stepped from a shadow too small to hide its bulk. It had the form of a man, and wore am ill fitting trench coat. Under the coat he seemed to be wrapped in gauze, or spiderwebs. His eight black eyes were blank and reflected the light in a creepy way. His mandible mouth was very intimidating to look at too. There was no doubt he was a nightmare.

"Hello. I'm known as Cobweb." He said in a low, slithery voice that was perfect for whispering from the shadows and closets. Or from underneath beds. Loud enough to send a child into involuntary tremors, but quiet enough to be easily missed by an adult. He offered a a three clawed appendage to Jesty, who shook it amicably.

"How's retirement." Jesty asked, to make conversation.

"For a closet monster that doesn't scare anymore? Its rough." He tried to growl, but it turned into a weary sigh. He certainly seemed fright inducing enough to Jesty. So maybe this monster had chosen retirement for other reasons.

"Right, well then." Dr. Ian Tellect grunted, breaking the gloom. "For this job I'm authorized to give you our latest defensive advancements." He handed Jesty a large handgun with a gloved, four fingered hand hanging out the large muzzle. "This is the new Extend-O-Matic grabbler gun. It has a enhanced propulsion firing mechanism, and the line can stretch in length anywhere from absurd to insane. Though it has never been tested under field conditions." He also gave Jesty a holster for the gun, which he strapped to his waist. "And this is a standard issue propeller-chute." Jesty shrugged into the small back pack."One more thing." He gave Jesty a small black circle. It was the size of a button and perfectly black. It was cold, and rubbery. And heavier then a button would have been. "If you get into a dangerous spot, and I do mean very dangerous, throw that on the ground, or against a wall. It is a last ditch escape though." He said that so gravely even Cobweb shivered slightly, though he covered it well.

"Princess Nightshade of Dae has also offered one of her body guards in training for our mission." Dr. Ian Tellect continued. "I understand this will be her first time in the open dream lands. Why don't you and her get acquainted Jesty? Her name is Meemee and she should have arrived by now."

* * *

Upstairs Jesty saw the copy princess being entertained by someone performing a mime act poorly. That would be the clown guardian of Dae. It was a good thing he was versed in Mime speak, which wasn't really speaking at all. It was miming combined with sign language and expressive facial expressions. The mime seemed to be trapped in a glass box. This was of course standard mime fair. But this one, bizarrely enough, actually seemed trapped. This mime must have just fell of the clown wagon.

He walked up to the mime who had not started to panic. Yet. Which was good. There was nothing for pathetic then a panicking mime. As he stepped up to the box he noticed the mime was shorter then him. And smaller in build. She turned to him with not quite panic in her eyes, and a forced smile on her lips, and waved a white gloved hand. She had very pale skin. So pale that grease paint was almost redundant. Her eyes were small and pink, and the the tips of her jester cap were tied down and behind her head like braids of hair.

"Cover your face." He said close to the imaginary box. She nodded understanding and ducked her face, covering her head with both arms. Jesty removed the Extend-O-Matic Grabbler gun from its holster and tapped it hard on the side of the "glass" wall. Jesty almost thought he heard the sound of glass breaking. The mime girl stepped carefully over imaginary shards off glass only she could see. The she mimed have a broom and dustpan, and quickly swept up the pieces of imaginary glass. Glancing around, she apparently found a trash bin, and mimed dumping out the dustpan. It was arguably the best part of her act yet.

"Meemee? I'm Jesty, the clown of Knight." He shook her hand and bowed slightly. She returned the gesture by curtsying the skirt she wore over her black and white stripped leggings. "I'm supposed to show you around. I guess you're new to Knight?"

She nodded. Actually, she had very little experience with the outside world do to her intense mime training. Now she had to use her miming abilities under unsupervised circumstances to pass her final test. Signing up for the Princess guard had seemed a great way to do that. Jesty noted that she had her own Extend-O-Matic grappler gun. Hers was smaller, and the hand part had painted nails. But otherwise it was the same as his.

"Okay, lets gets some food. I know a great dinner close by." He smiled then, and she smiled back.

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Fan Fic Review: Marvel Re-Imagined Christmas Special.

Ts the season for joy and judgement, after all, judging kids is half of Santa's bit. So what better way to celebrate these duel concepts then by reviewing some fan fic stories? Okay, there probably are more traditional methods, but its been a while since I did a review anyway. And what better way to start a series of Christmas reviews then with a traditional story? And with that I give you TheCannon's Grinch inspired tale Marvel Re-Imagined Christmas Special Aka-- The Red Skull steals Christmas.

Marvel Re-Imagined was conceived to, well, re-imagine the Marvel universe. This was pretty hot on the heels of the Marvel Genesis era, when re-imagining was less commonplace. But not for long as right about that time making groups was the thing to do. Anyway, this Christmas special is an non-canon entry that was meant to be just fun. And in that regard I tip my hat to TheCannon. This is a fun story, even though it is script format. (I've complained about script formatting in the past I'm sure.

A bit of backstory for you. In this universe the Red Skull has captured Captain America and is somehow controlling him, calling him Captain Nazi. This is an important image to have when you read the story.

In the story Red Skull must face the his greatest threat to world domination. Employees that want to take the holiday off! (I wonder if Dr Doom ever has this issue?)

Properly flummoxed by this problem, he puzzles and puzzles til his puzzler is sore, before coming to the most obvious solution to this awkward conundrum; he will steal Christmas itself. Do you know what's truly hilarious? This kind of thing used to actually happen in comics. So if you accept the inherent silliness of comic books, this isn't so outrageous a proposal.

Naturally Red Skull dons a redder Santa hat (Because reasons. You've come too far to ask questions) and Captain Nazi set out to the villainous task with predictably little resistance, only to discover that Christmas is an ideal, not just the commercialism. And presumably the Red Skull's heart grew three sizes that day.

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I recommend this for pure, unadulterated Christmas silliness. It reads like a quirky homage to Christmas specials, and the idea of the Red Skull doing this just tickles me blue. Still not a fan of the scripting, but the comedy more then compensates for it. Add to that its fairly short and punchy if you want a quick fun read.

I give this story 5 presents. (No coal)

Further reading;

For more Re-Imagined goodness Marvel Re-Imagined Library

For more from TheCannon go here TheCannon page

And if you liked this review come back tomorrow, when we will begin the saga of the strangest character I have ever seen on this forum...

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Poetry stuff

The Imaginary Friend.

Something was different today. You were here

But you were gone. Where?

I don't know the person you are now.

You used to be so happy and light,

Now the dark clouds have moved in to stay.

Was it me? Did I fail you? I used to be your clown,

but now you frown more then you smile.

I'm sorry to go now. But the little girl I once cared for is gone,

So I too take my leave. I would rather fade and be forgotten,

then to look at you and remember what once was.

The Artist

A gentle scrape of blade on bone, a tender kiss of pain/

Whispers through your raven hair, assurances of things to be/

An audience of shadows attend us here, my steady hands to see/

The shimmer glint of the silver slit, the cold shine of my life/

To paint in lines of red, to make them join and meat/

Ts my art and my joy to paint apart, beauty to be carved/

Why is my canvas dead?

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Fan Fic Review: Psycho's Judges.

What is fan fiction? Its taking established characters or universe and writing them your way. Taking something and showing it from a different angle. I think the idea behind the Psycho series embodied this concept better then some. So this week (by request) I reviewed the Psycho mini-series "Psycho's Judges."

The story of Psycho is about a meta human with a vendetta against crime and environmental baddies. (Think Captain Planet/Batman.) To meet his goals he gathers an odd band of characters together. Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Jason Todd, Bane, and an original character called Sean Luthor, AKA Doomhound. Its a decent enough idea in concept.

Unfortunately I found several issues with the series.

Bad:

Characters act out of character. The dialogue feels off a lot. And various plot holes, misspellings, and punctuation issues distract from the reading experience.

Good:

The original character Sean Luthor is mostly solid and stays pretty well in character. He shows emotion better then any of the other characters and is fairly well written.

Over view:

This series needs a some editing and some polish, but could be great with a little work.

Based on the various issues I have with the series, I can only offer two and a half stars out of five.

Further reading:

The complete Psycho/Doomhound saga (to date) can be found here. Psycho/Doomhound: Revolution Library

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Wildvine's Cave art

Inspired by may favorite artist (BumpyBoo) I have decided to try drawing again. Its been ten years, and I'm working off a paint program, so they are gonna be rough. Hence the title.

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Me and BumpyBoo. Literally the first thing I have drawn in years.

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This is just a lifelong fantasy of mine. To own my own giraffe. Hehehe

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