Okay, here is my first attempt to write something within the fenspace universe. It's an idea I have been thinking about for the last days, it's not finished but it's more text (for one evening) that I would have estimated. I have decided to write it as a "diary", so let me know if I managed to bore you to death with it *G*.

The flames had long since died down, but he still saw them in his mind’s eye. Since that first day back in ‘02, he’d never been able to forget what it looked like to see the city...his city...burning.

Marcus Cole, the invulnerable Statesman, sat back in an old recliner as he looked out the window, and found himself incapable of entirely resisting the melancholy mood as he took a short sip from the glass he had in hand, a bottle that the Sisters had recommended for such times. It helped, somewhat, but not enough. The aftermath of the first Praetorian invasion, the ravaging of the city he’d sworn to protect...and the wounds left behind were too fresh, too potent. He had to give it to his alternate self. Tyrant...Emperor Cole, rather, had proven to be a canny political strategist as well as a military leader. And even though Marcus knew it was an intentional ploy, Cole’s simplest stroke had been the one he was having the hardest time dealing with.

At the time, Marcus had felt oddly leery about leaving Paragon to deal with heavier Rikti activity over San Francisco, but he’d chalked this up to unease over the Well’s apparent resurgence, granting more and more heroes the spark of the Incarnate. They were smaller, weaker than Marcus and Stefan were, but the power was growing, and he didn’t know where it was going to end. Still, San Francisco had been a chance to get away from the problem for a little while and get some distance, perhaps to tackle it from another angle on his return. The Freedom Phalanx and all the other innumerable heroes of the city could look after Paragon in his absence. In a way, Marcus was relieved. His presence was no longer incredibly necessary. Paragon could protect itself without him, as had been his dream when he’d sent out the call for assistance all those years ago.

San Francisco had been bait.

Looking back on it, Tyrant’s plan was obvious. His weapon neutralized any non-Incarnates, and as far as Cole knew, Marcus and Hero-1 would be incapable of doing anything, while Recluse would be pinned down by sheer numbers within the Rogue Isles, his power broken by the sudden attack. But what Cole hadn’t known was that the Well seemingly had anticipated him, spreading its power. While Marcus dealt with Cole’s Restructurist allies delaying him in San Francisco, those chosen by the Well had stepped up, fighting back and turning the tide against the Praetorian force. In a way, Marcus was more proud than he could say. Yet, in another, it stung. Not that they hadn’t needed him, but what he had found when he came back.

Given the times he’d been attempting to dissuade other heroes from seeking the power of the Well recently, Marcus had expected that a few would certainly be rather arrogant in their new power since they’d gotten it without his help. What he hadn’t expected was the...bitterness he’d witnessed when he returned. Given Cole’s anti-Primal propaganda his Clockwork had been broadcasting constantly, there had been an undercurrent of division among the citizenry. Some supported the heroes that had protected them, but others saw this invasion as the heroes’ fault in the first place. That Emperor Cole and the Praetorians had come for the heroes, and everyone else had been caught in the crossfire.

Given the kernel of truth in that statement, Marcus couldn’t entirely deny the accusations, but the ones that had hurt more had been the questions. Why hadn’t he been there? Hadn’t Statesman promised to protect them? When they needed him most, where had he been? Why hadn’t he stopped this? Why did this have to happen?

And in the end, Marcus had no answers for them. He hadn’t been there. He wasn’t able to help. And after a few hours of assisting with cleanup work and dealing with glares and muttered words they thought he couldn’t hear, it was clear also that he wasn’t welcome. It was a brilliant move of strategic psychology on Emperor Cole’s part, and for the life of him, Marcus couldn’t figure out how to counter it. This wasn’t some some army of machines he could simply smash and break. Fighting Battle Maiden alongside the other heroes would’ve been something he could do. Assisting in the charge against Neuron’s tower in Praetoria was something he should have been here to do. But...how could he win back the trust of people who didn’t want him, and more importantly, didn’t seem to need him anymore?

The creak of the screen door on the cabin caused him to look up, wondering who was here. Only a few of the Phalanx knew about this hideaway, but Raymond, Justin, and Shalice were all heavily involved in the reconstruction efforts. So, who..?

“Grandpa? You in here?” came a young, familiar voice. No...not so young anymore, Marcus admitted, as Megan came around the corner of the front foyer. “Ah...guess so,” she said, looking his situation over. “That bad?”

Marcus considered that he probably didn’t look his best at the moment, sitting around in an old (vintage, by some people’s standards) Paragon Senators jersey, jeans and socks. Probably not the image most people had of the incredible Statesman on his days off. “...it’s been a long couple of days,” he admitted, not wanting to but knowing she’d guess anyway.

“I can imagine,” Megan said, sitting down. She was in civvies as well, which left her with the same golden hair as her mother and grandmother, in a t-shirt emblazoned with what a small part of Marcus’s formidable memory recognized as the inscription of the One Ring, and jeans much like her grandfather. Even if they were opposed in viewpoints many a time, apparently casual apparel wasn’t one of them. “Current reports for the attack note the death toll’s a lot lower than it should’ve been. And even with the official reconstruction centering on areas of strategic importance, everywhere’s getting attention...even if just unofficially,” she said. “I guess it’s something about the holidays.”

He nodded. “I suppose that’s something to be grateful for.”

They sat in silence for a while longer, before Megan spoke up again. “It’s weird, not seeing you out there.”

Marcus blinked once, looking over at her. She looked...hesitant, but no less determined. When was the last time he’d seen that expression, without the masks in the way? Was it on her? Was it her mother? Still, not getting an audible response from him, Megan’s face set even firmer as she spoke again.

“I’ve been hearing some of what they’re saying out there.”“Then you know why I’m out here,” he said, quietly. “It’s better for Paragon, it seems, for me to step out of the way.”

“Oh, that’s a load of bullshit,” Megan said, blushing slightly when Marcus looked up at her, mildly startled by the outburst. But she kept going. “Really, it’s about as much bullshit as the whole ‘Oh, the Praetorians would’ve left us alone if not for you heroes!’ line that some idiots are spouting, as if they missed that the Rogue Isles and Europe got hit just as hard.” Outrage flickered in her eyes. “And because you weren’t here, it’s your fault this happened? San Francisco needed your help. They were still picking up the pieces after Doctor Salkar’s mutates took over Alcatraz last month. You saved hundreds of thousands of lives, but because they aren’t in Paragon, they don’t count? That’s bullshit. You helped people. That’s what heroes do. Or has that changed since you taught me?”

Marcus blinked, feeling mildly angered at the outright challenge she was slapping down in his face, like she’d done with Longbow...and the Vindicators...but then he stopped. Stopped and thought about it for a moment. Megan remained where she was, defiant, but obviously expecting some kind of rebuke or lecture....until Marcus laughed, putting a hand to his forehead.

“You’re right. Like always, you’re about as subtle as Michael with a mob of Family in his sights, but you’re right,” Marcus said, not missing the look of relief that passed over his granddaughter’s face.

Megan grinned. “Honestly, you started going outside of Paragon to deal with other threats. You haven’t left the city in years. How’m I ever going to convince you to be more proactive about things if I let you go wallow when a bunch of people that don’t know what they’re talking about make annoyingly specious arguments?” she teased him, getting another laugh

“True, true...” Marcus said with a smile, standing up. “Still, I suppose we can go do something, even if it doesn’t have to be in costume. We’ll work our way back up to full costumed demonstrations. I’ve missed out on the ground level things for a while now, I think.”

Megan nodded. “I’d like that.”

As Marcus put on his coat and followed his granddaughter out the door into the snow, he chuckled again.

“What?” Megan asked, glancing over her shoulder.“Specious? You’ve been holding out for a chance to use that one since I got you that word of the day calendar, haven’t you?”“Hey!”
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."

Right, so a few people know that SI fic I've been mucking around with. Anyway, I've been doing a few things with it (based on a video posted in the general discussion and the sum of quite a few things I've read). I finally figured out how to put some of the stuff I'd been thinking about down. There's also a few hints about what Noriko *is* in there. (Beyond the original concept which was a bit 'Cheeky Angel') It's a bit gakky, and definitely unfinished, but well... I was wondering what a people thought.

Quote:“I’m Kawaoru.” Kawaoru said. “All of him.”

“Huh?”

“The Kawaoru you know is a three dimensional reflection of me, existing in a form compatible with lilin consciousness. The Angels exist wholly in a dimension beyond human consciousness, what you would know as the Fifth Dimension. Metaphysics calls it the Room of Gauf.”

Again “Huh?”

The world disappeared. Kawaoru held up a piece of paper and drew a dot on it.

“This is a point. It has no height, no width , depth or concept of time. It just is.”

“Right, right.” I got it.

“ Now… add a second point. “ he drew another dot, “And fill in the line between them. That line between points is the first dimension. It has length… and only length.”

“The X direction. Right? “ I see where this is going, “With Y and Z as the second and third dimensions, and the Fourth being time.”

“Yes,” he smiled at me, “But for now lets just stay in two dimensions. Imagine somebody who lives solely in the second dimension. They have length and width, but no height… this stick figure”… he drew a simple humanoid shape. “If he were to encounter a 3 dimensional object, what would he see?”

“Slices in two dimensions as the object transects his home plane.”

Now I knew where this was going, I could begin to sound like something more than a child receiving a lecture.

“Yes. And if he were to move anywhere? “

“He cold only move along an X’Y plane.”

“Now, what happens if we fold his two-dimensional plane in the third dimension like so,” He twisted the paper once, then took both ends so they joined up. “Now watch. Imagine the two dimensional man walking along this path.” He drew a line starting at the split…

“It’s a moebius strip.” I said, “He can move in the second dimension and never reverse his direction, but still end up back where he started, because he’s been moved in the third dimension, and isn’t aware of it.”

“Precisely.” He smiled… perhaps a little surprise. “Now look up,”

I saw him and myself. A dark haired girl who just looked like she realised something profound, standing beside another Kawaoru

“What the?”

“So you understand?” alt-Kawaoru said.

“I do,” alt-me answered. “But that’s just…weird.” She shuddered.

“Follow me,” the Kawaoru beside me directed, tugging me gently by the shoulder. I think I knew where this was going…

We walked while he talked.

“Imagine what would happen then to those who can only perceive in three dimensions, moving forward in their own dimension, who’s path is then moved within the Fourth Dimension. They themselves will not be aware of it. To them, all they see is the snapshot of the Fourth Dimension which transects the planes of the Third Dimension they perceive… the ‘now’. Now would they notice if the Fourth dimension were looped back in it’s own moebius strip? As creatures they could keep moving forward, but still end up at the same startpoint over and over again.”

I had a horrible feeling about where this was going.

“On a larger scale, this is what happens to the world. Each Third Impact is like the tape binding the moebius strip together in time. It’s a crash in the universe triggered by the sudden absence a recurrence of sapient awareness. Those living on the strip can’t tell this is happening, they just feel themselves moving forwards, even though they may be treading over the same basic therritory.”

The flaw was obvious, “But I remember seeing myself in the future…” err.. “Past. Whatever?”

“Yes, you do. Because you retain your self awareness throughout the entire trip. Third Impact doesn’t just destroy the lilin. The end of each cycle destroys the evidence that it ever existed in the first place, while laying the foundations for the next to begin.”

Ends with the Third… begins with the two. Third Impact, and Shinji and Asuka on the beach doing an Adam and Eve. A little more thought on the whole creation myth and suddenly the expulsion from paradise began to make a lot more sense.

The juice left over from Third Impact was an Eden… and the desire for knowledge, the desire to have a self which could understand right or wrong, led to the expulsion from Eden.

I think…

“Now look up,” a familiar voice said from straight infront of me.

I turned my head, and saw the expression on my own face from a few moments ago. Or right now… or … whatever.

“So now you understand?” Kawaoru beside me asked.

“I do,” I said… then remembered myself saying the exact same words a few minutes before and shuddered as a few sanity points fluttered away on the wind “But that’s just weird,”

“Follow me,” the Kawaoru beside her directed, tugging her gently by the shoulder. I think I knew where she was going…

But didn’t we already go there? And then they’d come around and see the exact same thing, and another cycle would start over…. And… my head started to hurt.

“Okay… I understand that we’re looping around in a cycle. But how do we break the cycle?”

“A system will continue in motion unless an external force acts upon it.” he repeated something I remember him saying “By knowing it exists, we can try find a route that steps off.”

He turned left and I followed him.

“So then… why me?”

“Because I am an Angel” As if that explained everything. “Lets go back to our dimensions. Think of yourself and all the three dimensions you exist in, squished down to a point. Then, think of yourself in ten minutes time, in a different position. Another point. And the line between them would be the Fourth dimension of time. For a being that perceived time above Four dimensions, that’s what you’d look like… a long, amorphous thread, extending from when you came into existence, to when the thread is cut.”

“Timeline?” For some reason , I started to think of reality in terms of derivatives. I perceive a snapshot of the Fourth Dimension delta-t in length, then the Fourth dimension is sort of the integral of the third.

“Lifeline. Everything that you are, where and will be, simultaneously. You are birth, life and death all laid out in the one space. Everything that you are and will be.”

I looked at him fearfully,

“You can see the future,”

“Possibilities.” He said. “That change with every action or thought or decision made by the lilin. I can see you dieing. I can see you living. All along the one lifeline. Decisions made act as branches along the line, forming new lines. These tangle with the lifelines of others out there, forming the tapestry of life. The Fifth Dimension is the summation of all possible lifelines originating from the origin of the universe. The Fifth Dimension is the room of gauf, it is the one where both Angels and Lilin live.”

“But we’re three dimensional”

“Lilin perceive three dimensions but are fundamentally Fifth Dimensional creatures. The fruit of your knowledge allows you to perceive the universe in a way that causes the timeline to exist as perceived. The lilin soul is a functional part of the three dimensional reality, the perception of which gives it form.”

“Eh?”

Okay… now I was confused. The little beachball in m brain was starting to twirl.

“This restricts your immediate perceptions to a single 3 dimensional plane, but the soul… that which you are…intersects each and every possible timeline you are in. And each intersection is it’s own individual person.. some almost imperceptibly different from you and some utterly unrecognisable. The desire for individuality keeps you separate from these selves, it gives them form and shape.”

I think I got that.

“Echoes of different timelines reverberate through a soul. A person who dies in a plane crash in one line, might well have a strange fear of flying in another. A writer might call it his muse which allows him to get into the mind of a serial killer. Thoughts and ideas, half-fragments of memories and ripples of emotion bleed through and then disappear.”

I looked at him, feeling a little cold.

“And in those echoes and fragment are pieces of the previous lines of this world. Now, they are inside you.”

First off, there's War Witch's interview on Massively.
Notable points here:
- Issue 19 Strike Pack in the works (unknown factor, but more i19 related content)
- New Booster Pack that "players are going to pounce on" (Animals?)
- Issue 20 in mid production with more Incarnate content.
Then, the new monthly Producer's Letter
Notable bits:
- Upcoming Incarnate Trials (new trials similar to Crystal Titan/Hydra?)
- Issue 21 focused around more storyline content
- Rare and Very Rare Incarnate boosts releasing in "a few short weeks"
- CoX being integrated into NCSoft Launcher, similar to other NCSoft titles.
- New info on Praetorian Hamidon at PAX East '11
- Double XP Weekend, January 27-31st


....so, I'm kinda stoked.

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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."

Ace Frehley's "Rock Soldiers."  Lyrics via link since I gave up on finding a lyrics site that would let me copy&paste them.

My first "What would Doug do with this" thought was simple stone golems.  But that's so... mundane.

No, this is better:  It's a "summon simulacra" song, like "Summon Mariachi Band" and "66 Trombones."  Doug gets a random rock&roll band (bonus points if it's a band he's never heard of, or one from another universe entirely).  But!  It's a weaponized rock&roll band.

If he gets KISS, it's KISS from the Marvel superhero days (even if that comic didn't exist in the Warrior's universe -- it's just too cool not to use).
Van Halen:  Alex drum-riffs on various enemies' skulls, Roth's stage acrobatics go Bruce Lee (or maybe Jackie Chan), Eddie's power chords produce energy blasts from his axe, and Sammy's vocals are devastating sonic blasts.  And of course Michael providing his solid, reliable bass backbeat keeping the whole machine rolling.
And then there's GWAR, the first appearance of which the less spoken of the better, and which is the reason Doug doesn't use this particular power song so much anymore....

I can't remember if I've put this one up in the past, but the search function didn't turn up anything, so...
Rocket Ride, by Tom Smith
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jrqaRZ1RIU

Quote:

Quote: Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,

Nothing worth doing that I haven't tried.

There ain't no living on planet-side,

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

How many cities crumble into dust

At the first atomic attack?

How many self-aware, wise, and just

Computers will we have to hack?

How many supercars will turn to rust

'Cause we don't have a spare or a jack?

Give me technology we can trust,

And give it fins like a Cadillac.

I want a shining tower of glass and steel,

A rubber jumpsuit and a freeze-dried meal,

The will to survive, the need to explore,

The love of adventure, who could ask for more?

Quote: I want you, baby, right by my side,

Help me get out before my brain is fried.

The stars are waiting, so big and wide,

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

How many demons out in cyberspace

Will possess every hacker's will?

How many members of a master race

Will come closing in for the kill?

How many xenomorphs will change their face,

And then hunt us down for a thrill?

Give me a villain with style and grace,

And a little bit of fencing skill.

They used to be angular, sneering and bald,

If someone got killed even they were appalled,

They tried to marry the heroine, no thought of rape,

And they sure as hell knew how to wear a cape.

Quote:
They never tortured, they never lied,

They'd honor a promise if it meant they died.

Let's find a villain with professional pride,

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Quote:
Terminators, Life Force, Robot Jox, Predators,

Lots of things that know how to flense,

Defenestrate 'em out the doors, gimme gimme Star Wars,

Bring back the Children of the Lens.

Puppet Master, Child's Play, Fright Night, Judgment
Day,

Jason, Freddy, Michael, and Stripe,

Let Frankenstein, Ardeth Bey, and Kong chase them all away,

The Movie Snatchers' pods are overripe.

I want more than action and special effects,

To think about what might happen next,

A hero, not a weapons shop with pecs,

A heroine, not an excuse for sex.

I want a bubble helmet matting down my hair,

The ground giving way to the open air,

The joy and wonder as I head out there,

And I know I can have it, if I only dare.

How many bodybuilding macho jerks

Will blow everything full of holes?

How many imitation Captain Kirks

Will spill beer on the ship's controls?

How many stupid personality quirks

Will we see instead of souls?

Give me my baby and a ship that works,

And give us the starring roles.

I want to cruise the galaxy at FTL,

Pursuing Heaven and defying Hell,

I want to do everything that a man can do,

And I want to do it all out there with you.

Quote:
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,

Nothing worth doing that I haven't tried.

There ain't no living on planet-side,

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,

Nothing worth doing that I haven't tried.

There ain't no living on planet-side,

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Come on with me, baby, on a rocket ride.

Quote:

Rocketeer - Far East Movement
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcmKbTR--iA&ob=av2nl

Here we go, come with me
There’s a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I’m a rocketeer

Let’s fly
Up, up here we go
Up, up here we go
Let’s fly
Up, up here we go, go
Where we stop nobody knows, knows

Where we go we don’t need roads, roads
Where we stop nobody knows, knows
To the stars if you really want it
Got, got a jetpack with your name on it
Above the clouds in the atmosphere, phere
Just say the words and we outta here, outta here
Hold my hand if you feeling scared, scared
We flying up, up outta here
courtesy of OriginaLyric.Info
Here we go, come with me
There’s a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I’m a rocketeer,

Let’s fly
Up, up here we go, go
Let’s fly
Up, up here we go, go, here we go
Where we stop nobody knows, knows

Baby, we can stay fly like a G6
Shop the streets of Tokyo, get you fly kicks

Girl you always on my mind, got my head up in the sky
And I’m never looking down feeling priceless, yeah
Where we at, only few have known
Go on the next level, Super Mario
I hope this works out, Cardio
Til’ then let’s fly, Geronimo

Here we go, come with me
There’s a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I’m a rocketeer

Nah, I never been in space before
But I never seen a face like yours
You make me feel like I could touch the planets
You want the moon, girl watch me grab it
See I never seen the stars this close
You got me stuck off the way you glow
I’m like, oh, oh, oh, oh
I’m like, oh, oh, oh, oh

Here we go, come with me
There’s a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I’m a rocketeer

Let’s fly
Up, up here we go, go
Let’s fly
Up, up here we go, go
Where we stop nobody knows, knows, knows

Power: creates a rocket flightpack for Doug (& others?)
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Coming Home - Diddy Dirty Money
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-ImCpNqbJw

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming

Back where I belong
Yeah I never felt so strong
(I’m back baby)
I feel like there’s nothing that I can’t try
And if you with me put your hands high
(put your hands high)
If you ever lost a light before
This ones for you and you, the dreams are for you

I hear “The Tears of a Clown”
I hate that song
I feel like they talking to me when it comes on
Another day another Dawn
Another Keisha, nice to meet ya
Get the math I’m gone
what am I ‘posed to do when the club lights come on
its easy to be Puff, its harder to be Sean
what if the twins ask why I aint marry their mom (why, damn!)
how do I respond?
what if my son stares with a face like my own
And says he wants to be like me when he’s grown
Sh**! But I aint finished growing
Another night the inevitible prolongs
Another day another Dawn
Just tell Taneka
And Taresha I’ll be better in the morn’
Another lie that I carry on
I need to get back to the place I belong

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming

“A house is Not a Home“, I hate this song
is a house really a home
When your loved ones are gone
And n****s got the nerve to blame you for it
And you know you woulda took
The bullet if you saw it
But you felt it and still feel it
And money can’t make up for it or conceal it
But you deal with it and you keep ballin’
Pour out some liquor, play ball and we keep ballin’
Baby we’ve been living in sin ’cause we’ve been Really in love
But we’ve been living as friends
So you’ve been a guest in your own home
It’s time to make your house your home
Pick up your phone, come on

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming

“Ain’t No Stopping Us Now“, I love that song
Whenever it comes on it makes me feel strong
I thought I told y’all that we won’t stop
We back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks
It’s what made me, saved me, drove me crazy
Drove me away than embraced me
Forgave me for all of my shortcomings
Welcome to my homecoming
Yeah it’s been a long time coming
Lot of fights, lot of scars, lot of bottles
Lot of cars, lot of ups, lot of downs
Made it back, lost my dog (I miss you BIG)
And here I stand, a better man! (a better man)
Thank you Lord (Thank you Lord)

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming

Power: Gatesong
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"I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin

If you're wondering about the number iteration - yeah, I had two previous threads, here and here, though in all fairness the second one was pretty short. Let's see if I can keep this going for longer.

This is an old one; I did the original lineart back in, jeez, late 2008 or sometime in 2009, I really can't recall at this point. Finally went back and finished the colours for this. I'd originally intended to draw an alleyway background, and I suppose theoretically I still might, but after I added the blood splatter it seemed...I dunno, a little too much detail.

The characters are MicroShade's (MicroHue, whatever he's calling himself today). Well. Not the unfortunate Longbow guy, obviously. The other two.



Bigger Version (warning, large image)

Micro, if you want I can shoot you my full 100% scale working file in a lossless format. I don't typically upload at that scale, but for stuff like this I figure folks might want to print or something.
-- Acyl

Anti-matter.
hmelton
God Bless

Daily Mail: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/ ... 5-000.html]Parker Brothers Choppers builds street-legal TRON lightcycle

They're only building five... and one of them can be yours for only $55,000! (The other four have already been sold.)
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012