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Manga Shoggoth

Member Since: Fri Jan 02, 2004
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Subj: This was more fibreglass and steel, but still...
Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 at 08:12:43 am EDT
Reply Subj: Structures of wood and canvas seldom do well in a storm.
Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 at 04:41:17 am EDT (Viewed 440 times)


> Now, this was a lot more fun to read than the Parody War. I guess I prefer my fiction to be more Lee/Ditko than Millar. (Speaking of which, I caught a three second clip of one of the West/Ward Batman last night - enough camp to house a country).

I wouldn't really put this as Lee/Ditko. I don't know where I'd attribute this.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Not yet,” Vizh admitted with a snag in his voice. “Our capacity to track people was limited by the Parody War. We don’t have Lisa to just summons missing persons back. The Olympian Pool of All-Plot-Spoiling got wrecked. I’m kind of banned from Faerie and the Celestian Demiplane.”
> From a plot point of view, this is all a good thing, although I doubt that Vish sees it that way.

It saves me having to write him storming the Celestians every time Asil gets kidnapped.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It better,” warned Visionary darkly. “They wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
> No. They will think it is funny and pathetic. Initially, at any rate.

They need to ask themselves why Vizh is banned from those places.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Okay, don’t panic,” Al B. Harper advised the Lair Legion. “Just try not to let the basilisks touch you. In addition to their petrifaction gaze they’re also poisonous. And I’m pretty sure the Shoggoth can transmute back from stone on his own when he feels like it.”
> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Great,” answered Mr Epitome. “In the meantime, could someone please get him from on top of me?”

> Oh, for a picture!

Yuki can probably do a full VR playback for you.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“It makes me Lisa,” Asil warned him, just before she bit off half of Lodestone’s ear.
> Actually, I am fairly sure that Lisa has some restraints. She probably uses them a lot.

Drawers full of them.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Something’s very wrong with our computers,” frowned Hammond Stein, hammering the keyboard in his main laboratory. “Something’s over-riding our systems, corroding our firewalls…”
> Vista?

Sometimes the cheap shots are worth taking.

> >     ... Another globe ignored its instructions and instead seared directly into the last guardsman, taking command of the nervous system around the guard’s right hand, twisting the weapon round to point at the guard’s abdomen, then forcing him to squeeze the trigger.
> Hmmmm. I can see a power struggle in the future...

Noted.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“De Soth, I presume,” Tom asked the warlock who had just captured them. “I heard that Hagatha Darkness had turned the rest of your family into goldfish.”
> Snakes, as I recall...

I don't remember.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“They don’t know about the Box,” Regret supplied. She’d been fully briefed before she’d been sent to seduce Tom Black. “It appears every now and then containing some dark item or cursed object or something, then vanishes again. That’s all the Heck-Fire Club know. This time it brought you your gift.”
> Is the implication that regret knows more?

You might think that.

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“A few.” Tom smiled back at Asil. “We all have our secrets. I have the mystery of the Judas Box. You have Lionel Lodestone’s left ear. Friends keep each other’s confidences, and know when not to push.”
> Half of his left ear. I hope she preserves it properly.

Ear today...

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“They were a bit preoccupied,” Tom noted. “Apparently there’d been signs and portents of some great evil coming into the world. All the taps in Montreal poured out blood for twenty minutes yesterday. Everybody in Copenhagen forgot the word ‘photocopier’. The Mona Lisa wept mustard - the report doesn’t say if it was English or French mustard. A secretary at the Daily Trombone gave birth to a two-headed coypu. J. Jonah Jerkson is blaming Goldeneyed.”
> Sounds more like business as usual. After all, codes twenty-seventeen and twenty-one seventeen were suspected of being:
>
  • Invasion of inflatable women
    >
  • Space ghost locked in a public lavatory
    >
  • Suspected treacle volcano
    >
  • Attack of sentient laundry
    >
  • Giant lions


Is that from something I wrote?

> >     Ã¢â‚¬Å“You’re very arrogant for an sad old man,” Anna Salem noted. “You think your magic pocketwatch will protect you from the greatest telepath of the age? Or protect your little Legion from the wrath of the Knights of Heck-Fire?”
> Don't they think about why he's a sad old man? It's the Cohen the Barbarian thing all over again.

Indeed. How good do you have to be to live to get that old?

> >     Mumphrey joined the others at the window. “Hmph,” he said. “Looks very much like a freak gust of wind has lifted your luxury pleasure yacht from its moorings, blown it across the city, and by a remarkable chance of fate has dropped it directly on top of your Heck-Fire Club residence.”
> Several times?

Almost inevitably. And then there was the plague of goats.

> As has been said, people expect Mumph to play by the rules. They forget what is going to happen if he doesn't.

Like all true English gentlemen he has been brought up to know when to be a complete bastard.

> > Illustration by Dancer

> Yay!

Indeed.




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