Joysweepers Incoherent Idea Bank
This is Joy's Idea Bank. It isn't a story. It isn't an article. It is a list, and a list without organization, at that. To get ridiculously metaphorical, this is a garden of story-seeds, fertilized with things that supercharge me with enthusiasm. Joysweeper is easy to inspire, but for various reasons can't act on everything. This is a backup - her computer is crashy, and she doesn't want to lose all of these. Why is she typing in third person?
You can look through it, but it isn't for you. By which I don't mean that you can't use bits and pieces of it - I mean that I picked things out for me, and I haven't reformatted it, explained the in-jokes, or anything like that. To go back to the garden metaphor, I haven't hewn a path, and although I know where everything is and what is or isn't pleasing to touch, smell, or eat, you're likely to be lost. Here we have definitions, a couple of links, and some story concepts and fragments. Oh, and I repeatedly express a juvenile love for Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. Why? Dude, if you knew, you'd be in love too.
Pictures.
Mention a tenori-on. It's a musical instrument. That's all I know.
Why Superman Will Alway Suck. "In the movie Superman Returns, Lois Lane writes an article explaining why mankind doesn't need Superman because we should be able to take care of ourselves, and the presence of an omnipotent superhero basically takes all responsibility off the human race and turns us into a bunch of helpless sheep, powerless to do anything but scream for help from our savior in times of crisis. She eventually decides this viewpoint is incorrect if only because she wants to bone Superman so badly, but the argument remains relevant no matter what."
"Before, you know, they called this century the "Information Age". Like the "Age of Discovery" or the "Atomic Age". Because of the way computers connect the world. Now - I've heard a lot of debate about what this age is. "Age of Miracles" has a religious aspect that a lot of people don't like. "Age of Marvels" sounds good, but it was actually copyrighted by an entertainment-related company. They're touchy enough about their other copyrights running around out there and taking exception to what they print, you know. "Age of Magic" is right out. "Age of Change" is an interesting one. I was pointed to a late-night television program which had the joke that this is "The Age of Nerds Arguing About What Age This Is.""
Herons and egrets are among my favorite birds. They remind me strongly of the bird-dinosaur link. They make gentle *snork* noises and fly around and look all prehistoric. Herons and egrets are pure carnivores. Most eat mollusks, crustaceans, other aquatic invertebrates, fish, baby aquatic birds (close your eyes, duckling-lovers), and amphibians, great egrets and sometimes great blue herons also hang out farther away from water and eat small mammals and reptiles, too.
Let's say that the difference between a Palim and a Stranger isn't so much knowing friends/family, isn't so much being familiar with this world, and is being able to grasp that one is a fictional character. Strangers will "get" the costumes-became-real bit, but they won't really believe that they're fictional. So what if there's media indicating that they're a popular public domain character? They won't accept that they were created by writers or artists or whomever - they'll come up with increasingly elaborate explanations. Ways that they can be "real". Yeah.
Rex the Wonder Dog really lives up to his name. He's just a big dog who thinks in English, but he can drive boats and cars, knot and throw a lasso, and go fishing, even unhooking a fish to throw it back. Among other things. It's a "super-growth enzyme", apparently. I should remember that. Maybe for my next collection of too-short-for-real-stories.
Power Perversion Potential. I'm growing up. There was a time when the things speculated about on this page would have made me very uncomfortable. "I(man)'ll never have lesbian sex(with his wife) again!" makes me laugh. Okay, fine. Just one -
"Another member of the Gold Palpy Society was found dead this morning. Electrocution, like the others." "Gold Pal- oh. Yeah. The - those guys. The ones who always insisted that Palpatine wears a gold metal bikini like Leia's under his robes. I thought it dissolved after the Event. Guess not. Man, those people are weird." "Yyyyep. This means there's a Palpatine out there, at least one, and able to track anonymous people over the Internet. And he's vindictive enough to murder civilians in their beds. Not a good sign."
Godot: You're saying that if something isn't normal, it simply isn't possible? Where does that leave the porcu-headed lawyer and the topknot chick over there... and the ungodly cool guy with the mask over here? Well, Trite?
Seven sins, seven virtues, seven wonders, five senses, two hands. Keep your shirt on, damned if you do damned if you don't, old habits die hard, where there's smoke there's fire. Soar/sore. Brave new world, into thin air, all that glitters isn't gold, truth will out.
If a general idea bank becomes available, I'll put it there. "Generators", then "Other Generators", then "Mutation Generator." It gives us such gems as: The ray hits you and you realize that your arms are becoming more wolf-like. The next thing you know, you begin to shrink noticeably shorter. You realize that you are growing a set of tentacles and realize a pair of antlers. The ray hits you. You notice that your hair begins to rapidly grow really long. The next thing you know, you observe that you are growing a set of tusks and observe a set of tusks. Just when you think nothing is going to happen, you notice that fur grows from your skin. You swallow the bottle's contents and you observe that you have wolf-like abilities. You discover that you have parrot-like abilities and you realize that you slowly begin to glow and you realize that your limbs begin to shrink down to 3 inches tall.
So there's this Livejournal guy who is in the habit of posting incredibly intelligent, lengthy pieces about current events and politics. A lot of it goes over my head, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the feeling of getting something is incredible and thrilling. I love understanding things that I never understood before; it's practically a high. Hope is not Irrational. Stanislov Petrov. 20+ incidents that might have caused nuclear war.
"Every order that is given ends up in the hands of a self-aware moral individual with his or her own responsibility to decide whether or not that order is the right thing to do. Yes, some people abdicate their moral responsibilities and do what they're told, sometimes even whole armies of them. If such things never happened, then Hitler's army wouldn't have obeyed the order to march in to Czechoslovakia and Bush's army would never have obeyed the order to march into Iraq. Nevertheless, our history and our economy and everything about our lives would be much, much worse than it is if the world and its history were not literally full of people who decide every day, no matter what they were told or what the people around them are doing, to do the right thing simply because it's the right thing to do. And any author whose fiction does not reflect this fundamental reality misunderstands the human race so severely that I find it flatly unreadable. Any book whose characters are all greedy selfish monsters or morally bankrupt obedient automatons is simply too unrealistic to hold my attention."
"A palimpsest is a manuscript page, whether from scroll or book that has been written on, scraped off, and used again. The word "palimpsest" comes through Latin from Greek παλιν + ψαω = ("again" + "I scrape"), and meant "scraped again." Romans wrote on wax-coated tablets that could be reused, and a passing use of the rather bookish term "palimpsest" by Cicero seems to refer to this practice." So! Strangers = totally unfamiliar. Palimpsests(Palims) = changed, but something yet remains. Some other term(Lenspain? Heh.) = basically untouched. Will come up for Five Years.
Here. She(DC character) calls a superhero a "costume." As in, "A costume, he shot up the place with arrows" "The costume guy. He looked kinda like Kevin Costner in that 'Robin Hood' movie." Interesting. It's actually pretty much perfect; terms like "capes" and "masks" are basically specific to super heroes/villains, but "costume" encompasses everyone. Except for secondaries, but I don't think they need a special name. Okay! In Joysweeper's personal canon, replace "victims of Xanadu" with "costumes"! As in, "It was a peaceful, quiet day in the town of Gaylord, Michigan. Then the costume showed up to rob the bank." Kind of awkward in the narrative. "'Hey,' the costume said." It might be better to keep it dialog only.
"Is there anything that arouses the senses so strongly as a feast of chocolate delights fresh from the oven? Thoughts of childhood joys, first love, and the divine fill the soul. A drifting aroma which begs appreciation. The sensual fingertips of desire wrap delicately, yet needily, at the center. Ingestion. A climax. The roaring winds. Drifting, consuming madness, beautiful in its inescapable passion. Open and fertile skies, waiting desperately to be explored. Elevation. Freedom. Bliss. A compelling call. Parasailing. Baked chocolate goods." Shortpacked blog.
There’s something unbelievably exhilarating about having a protector who’ll take anyone who picks on you and dangle him above the ground. Stick up for one another, and defend the lesser folk.
Villains act, heroes re-act. Ambition is for villains. The Five Hundred and First would by that definition be villains.
“There should be all this steam and a KSSSSSH sound effect whenever X takes off X’s helmet.”
To cameo: Taskmaster.(Photographic reflexes, pseudo-villain) Gamecock.(Buh. What an awful villain.) Razorfist.(Replaced HANDS with KNIVES. WHY.) The Walrus.(Yep.) Spider-Girl is cool. I could have a line or two, nothing big. (RAZORFIST. WHY. WHY. I think I broke Joy's brain!)
Aggggh. I'm getting a serious lot of "hey you know what'd be cool? A STORY WITH SPIDER-PEOPLE. Call them alternates when two people were the same strain of the same character. YAY!1!!" But it wouldn't work! I can't do anything like that yet! My subconscious, as always, is INSANE. Aggggh. ... "Alternates" sounds good, though. "Alts." "Alt-me." "Alt-sister." Oooh.
And I found this quote on one of the 501st homepages. It is so perfect. "Some fans are content to collect action figures...other fans want to be action figures. Nothing professes your fandom quite like building your own detailed costume replica of a classic Star Wars villain, and there's nothing quite like the feeling that comes from bringing the characters of Star Wars into the real world and sharing the magic with others. A truly engaging Star Wars experience only occurs through a convincing appearance. To this end, the 501st constantly strives to improve the quality and accuracy of its member's costumes. Our goal is to appear as if our characters have just stepped off the big screen and into this world." I hope I can find some way to use this ironically.
Can I use this? “You know, with all the mind-wiping, mind tricks, mass hallucinations and super powerful telepaths in comic book universes, I'm starting to realize how terrifying it must be to be an average civilian in one of these universes. Take the Marvel universe - there's the grand illusion of House of M, then you have to live through a war, and now you can't remember anything about that Spider-Man fellow. There's probably tons of other mass mind-wipes before all that, too. How does the average person ever know what's real? How many people eventually have existential crises and end up in an asylum somewhere? Seriously. With all the incidents of time travel, mind-wiping, altering reality, hypnotic illusions, dimensional warping, and psychic manipulation in the world, how could you be sure anything you've done you actually did? And that you would even remember having done any of it tomorrow?”
“Problem.” “Yes?” “You’ve read the report on what happened to Paul Redmond, right?” “Redmond… oh, one of the vampires. Fell into the bay and was… bitten rather badly by sharks, right?” “That’s right. Turns out there’s some fallout to that. Uh-“ “Don’t tell me we now have vampiric sharks.” “Very well, sir. I won’t. But if I might suggest the chainsaw sword and the deep-sea respirator…”
Someone who is not narrator gets a phone call/text message, exclaims “Zombies!” or “Giant Ants!” or “Femtroopers!” or “Rockettes!” or something similarly left-field, then tears off at high speed. Narrator is perplexed but too busy.
“The X-Men turn the tide until only Magneto is left. Magneto does the usual supervillain “ENOUGH!” attack, which is like the evil version of the superhero “THIS ENDS NOW!” tactic. You know what I’m talking about. Like if the Fantastic Four were pounding down on Doom from all sides, he could just spread his arms out, scream, “ENOUGH!” and suddenly everybody goes flying in the opposite direction. It’s a nifty power.” Joy, if you can’t find some way to use this…
Unfinished Story Ideas
Title: It's part of the Revan Saga. This part could easily be called "Five Years". Names: Revan. Elisa Freeman. Gist: Ask for character. Dark room, eyes very wide, ears very sharp, distracted, blindsided, no v/h, fighting, “Finish me now!”, doesn’t happen. Lingers, lasts. Walks away, Revan’s compensating and on edge(paranoid! Paranoid!), Elisa is d/b and scared, little communication – attempts. Throat vibration, monitoring tongue and lips, no idea w/out sound. Revan can’t read English. Elisa can’t read Aurebesh. War robes, war mask, bogan, intimidation factor up. Make it back to CC, one-sided conversation, healing trance. FIVE YEARS. FIVE YEARS, and Fake Rip Van Winkle it to twenty. No! More! AWESOMESAUCE.
On the Saga: Gwah. Maybe meld them all into one again. And get some things straight. Call her "Elisa Freeman", do this consistently. She's a potter, she is an art major at Midtral, her family is up in Wisconsin, she has a brother named Kris. Her father, Jack, works for American Airlines as a pilot. Yes, this is suspiciously self-insertiony, but I've already come this far.
The Great Pacific Garbage Patch. "At least 1,500 miles wide (give or take, could be much larger, no one's quite sure because it's a bit difficult to measure), 30 meters deep, 80 percent plastic, and 100 percent appalling." I wish I could get rid of it for real. Damn. Oooh. That island of plastic in the Pacific... I bet I could do something with that. Yeah... FMA is popular enough, and even if not, there's sure to be mages or something who could work it out. Why not? Displacement of seawater wouldn't be an issue, not like raising seamounts. Okay! It's settled! A new country, maybe? Hmm. Not just one mass, there would be several "islands", chained together. Propulsion systems. A hospital-type facility on one, for the long-term cases. Yes. Yes! It's good!
Title(tentative): Eh, why not? "Joysweeper". A little narcissism can be fun. Names: Let's use my real name, shall we? Gist: Self insertion for the win. Things that I have/could get: wings, ear thingies, contact lenses, Ace bandages, some kind of tail, possibly press-on canines. Forehead horn? I don't know. I could buy one, but... Anyway. Family is in Orlando why? Laborday Weekend, right. Maybe won a discount for Disneyland. I go to the Kublai Con on the second day, dropped off. I see Freeman in her Revan costume, don't have the nerve to go over and talk to her, berate myself about it. Describe the Ignore Her effect, if applicable. Get mopey. It happens in the handicapped stall. Everyone and anyone else leaves. Forehead horn, corner-of-jaw horns. Maybe backswept horns and spinal ridges, might be a bit much. Bone, smooth, sharp, maybe coated with enamel or something. Scales where appropriate, the foot thing, special wing-arm. Trapped in the bathroom, can't push door. Ceiling looks high. Make something rudimentary out of a bit of bandage, waits until door gets opened - it's Anj, but he doesn't notice - flee. Afraid to fly - the heights thing - get kicked, latch onto a leg. Wingclaws - maybe not normal venom. Maybe that agent I've been thinking of... hmm. It's a thought. Find some kind of ending, okay?
Title(tentative): "Everest". "Because It's There". Names: Hnn. Let's say - Daniel, Edward, Leah. Maybe don't bother with last names. But if needed - Batey, Alden, Piwarski. College student directories are useful, useful things.
Gist: Everest. VG, werewolf type A, snowtrooper. Probably need a few others. Guides, right? Timeframe, keep it vague. At least a year after, possibly more. First Xanadu people(need to find a name for that) to climb Everest; can say that supers have flown to the top before, but that doesn't count. Supplies get sabotaged. Freak out the guides, make them leave? Howling in the night. Antagonists? Climate is one. Yeti? Ferals? Terrorists, c'mon, you've thought about it. Should have some Xanadu connection. Oooh - Xanadu has caused right-and-left wing antiglobalists to band together, possible Islamic connection - they don't believe that it isn't the result of a secret gov't project. The costumes are thought to be entirely supportive of Jewish conspiracies. Refer to notes. But just because you hate and fear something doesn't mean you won't use it. Hmm. Send Dan down the mountain, hole up Ed and Kate for a while, food running out, power packs get sabotaged/stolen. Storms. Major storms. Drive them out into one. Confrontation. Rescue should come in the denoument, if then.
"8113. You are 8113. That is what you will respond to from this point on. 8113. We need you." Yeah. Kate wants an identity that's more than a designation, more than one of the few female troopers. Yeah. Edward is a secondary. Let's say... mmm... bioluminary tattoos are all the rage after Xanadu, he got bit by a were, couldn't be fully cured - reaction to the tattoo - ended up a type A, which isn't a bad thing. Why? Well, he's always wanted to do it. Were-ing out would make it easier. That's part of it, anyway. Daniel? Exploration. Listen to a lot of LoZ music.
Okay. Daniel... I want him to be mute, but avoid the obvious way to get around it. Hells. I've played versions of LoZ, I know the character never speaks, but everyone knows what he's getting at. Sure! He can say "Hey" and maybe "Whoa" or "C'mon" and one or two others, but is otherwise pretty much wordless. Same with writing and typing, perhaps a few words at most. Okay. No regular telepathy, that wordless form that came up you know where. Portrayed "Dan looked up, blinking, and told them that if they were going to fight they really should get to it already." Yeah, that could work. Get Leah to repeat things back - "No, I'm not cold" and not be aware of it. Happens all the time in Star Wars. Don't make a big deal of it.
Title: Casmerodius Alba. The Golden Heron. Names: Kyle Ward. Lynette Ward. Gist: Kyle is a furry, late teens. His older sister Lynette(Lyn) is an ornithologist, early twenties. They are close. Kyle is helping out a friend who makes interesting fursuits – he’s “advertising”. Lynette was roped/persuaded to help with The Bird Costume – a nonanthro bird with good vision and manual dexterity. Fits her, because she is small. Don’t forget the shirt. The Change happens – Lyn almost beaks out Kyle’s eye, freaks out, runs. Encounters and runs from all kinds of people – let’s say, Lt Julia and SL-0075 from 501st(I told you to hold your fire!) Deuvoci, a feral feline, several others (Godot, as many people as I can get to agree). Eventually escapes. Flies to Behjopiray’s lake. Sees reflection, removes shirt, has The Freak Out (no heels to stamp or hair to pull, no fists to punch or fingernails to claw or face to twist, but wings to flap and toeclaws to rake, a neck to whip, a voice to keen). Sees Behjopiray, retreats. Sleeps. Early morning. Returns to lake, turtle scene(Kill it with stabs). Collects shirt, flies away. Passage of time. Trying to hone in on Home with magnetic field. Dodging various things. Chickens? Maybe. Winter. Starving. Some kind of confrontation climax – hunter in the woods, maybe. Almost beaks out eyes, thinks of Kyle. Flies away. More starving. Follows streets, lands on balcony of Kyle’s apartment, pecks at the door. “Kyy-yah?” “Lynette…”
Title(tentative): "Shell", perhaps.
Names:… I'm actually thinking first-person for this. Hold off on the names for a while
Gist: Powered armor. I love it, and I need to make this as obvious as possible. Maybe more. Iron Man was great in that regard(and in most others). Soo... We start with my protag waking up and finding that something is wrong. Let's say she(male originally, original character) was killed a week after the Event, body dissolved or something, and brought back in armor. But! The protag is in the armor itself, the character is wearing it. Refer to notes on AI ghosts. And that bit about the difference between a Stranger and a Palim. She could be my WBH.
"I was! I'm not anymore."
"After it happens, they all ask each other, 'why didn't somebody act? It could have been so different.' So many times, it's kept from happening. Somebody can't be everywhere, and they don't remember that. Somebody has a lot of hard and thankless work, but somebody has to do it. Guess what? You're somebody too."
"Don't take it so personally. They are what they were made to be. I'm sorry. I forgot. You are what you were made to be, too." - I love Nealan of Queenscove and Keladry!
...You know what? If for the self-insertion I'm really going to have... that ... happen, that still leaves my family. And my stuff. You know... could be a total blank who picks my ID up and wonders "Was this mine?" Or could be a Stranger. Could be... could be... NO NO NO NO! I won't! I don't even know where to start! It would be interesting. It would be so boss. But gaddammit, I can't. Yet. It's out there.
I keep thinking about it! Because it makes sense. Even as a complete and total Stranger who looks at his own previous parents with nary a trace of recognition - the character I have in mind would visit anyway, stay over for a two day period or visit for the holidays(because naturally he would be... busy). The chara I have in mind would feel all guilty if he didn't do that at the minimum. It'd be interesting to speculate how they'd react on all sides. They'd be losing me, but I am a nerdy money-sink artsy loner who makes a really good sounding board - they'd think, maybe after some convincing, that I'd become the chara I have in mind. I don't think they even know that I like him! And he is - he is a leader, an inspirational archetypal good-guy chara. Who happens to be a soldier, a ridiculous athlete(A mile in just over a minute?!), a baseball fan, an artist, and a big pretty blond man. Wow. This is completely untapped territory! Completely!
...Am I actually considering this? Gaaah!
I'd need some reason why they'd think he was me, instead of just picking up my stuff at random. Oh, I know! On That Day, I'm wearing a Cap-related T-shirt("Cap Was Right", maybe), and there is actually a photo with me in the background or whatever to confirm this. Also, a button on my bag that has that design. Ooooh. I don't think I can actually do this yet... but damn if it's not interesting. Particularly if I waffle on actually having ... that ... happen and it gets cleared up a few weeks after the visit. And hey, it's not like I actually have to use my folks. It would just be mean if I vanished during the Event and they never got any closure.
DISSOLVED INTO A CLOUD OF BEES. Bees. My God. [/DC reference] I love it. Cloud of bees! Swarm, the Nazi-made-of-bees? [/Marvel reference] Nah. Hate Nazis. Inspired by, maybe. Human skeleton? Mmm. Maybe. Form a human skeleton made of beeswax? YES! YES! Not regular bees, tougher, something more like certain ants, can link up to pull on the bones like muscles. Utter nonsense! I love it! "As I watched, he stumbled, his skin bunching unnaturally, as if he was instantly being covered in boils - he fell, too fast for me to react, fell flat on his face. As he hit he dissolved, coming apart like a crumbling sandcastle into a swarm of hundreds, thousands of bees. They droned, coalescing into a cloud, and shot off in a stream. I saw his clothes, empty but for a few stragglers struggling out of the folds." Bees. Bees. I love it.
Y'know... okay, some kind of AIM. One-sided. "Shakennotstirred" for the Bond connection. Can maybe do it
like this. Yeah, this could work. Looks kind of disruptive, but it could work.
"Take off your gloves". Hnn. Can cameo VvD(Hee!). Cargo crates at entrances, put a TR as guard. The schism. Maybe. I don't think they'd be the antagonists, though. Need someone else. Or something. Raise an army? Of what? I love how ridiculously obscure my notes are. If you-who-is-not-Joysweeper is getting any of this, I commend you.
Links
Regender. Dude this is fascinating. I had no idea. Regendering this page yielded some... interesting results. Me-who-I-am as a guy is very, very different than me-who-I-am as a girl. And the plural! Weird.
Geeks in Love, Word Disassociation.
[2]Enthusiastic feline fitness FTW!
[3]Cellblock Tango
Free speech does not equal scientific theory! This is a good one. Have a little respect for the "scientific minority". Exactly what that has to do with inspiring me is unknown. But it gives me happy shivers, so it can't be all bad.
James Gurney's articles on how "character designers have developed clever ways to infuse animals with human personalities." [4] [5] [6] [7]
[8] DUDE! YES! AWESOME! FIVE YEARS!
Lots of motivational posters here. Verrry interesting. "Tribute to Gary Gygax". Hmm.
This was intended to be part of an epilogue for a story Bryan and I are working on. Then it got long. I had a lot of fun with it, though.
Motivational posters for supervillains.
Woo, episodes of Avatar. I feel all warm and squirmy inside!
The Nearness of You. Love and loss...
Fangirling.
A trimmed-down conversation: "Steve did a whole bunch of advertising work in the '80's, and he illustrated the Captain America book for Marvel just after that. That's actually my favourite period of Cap. I should probably post some. Steve's private life was just as important as his professional hero life at that point, and they really got into it a lot." "..He illustrated his own book? I find that very funny, even though I'm sure you mean his in-the-MU book. Was he hired as Steve Rogers to do that?" "Yup, and he didn't just illustrate it. He told the writers and editors off for making it too violent and out of character. It was as Steve Rogers, with his lovely illustration portfolio, which doubled as a shield case at the time. [...] Like, he walked into work at the Marvel offices to hand in his pages, and reamed out the guys there. It was weird. It was a good job for him too, because eventually he went on one of his periodic "Rediscover America by traveling it all on motorcycle" phases, and he could just mail in his pages." That is so boss that I'm forgetting my self-imposed "Don't-do-anything-on- Shifti-until-Bryan-puts-up-a-new-section(Whoo, subtlety!)" resolution. I love character-creator conflict. And the idea of a character having input on his own book?!
Misc Thought Oh, wow, intelligent comments! "He's never been a personification of American nationalism -- he's a personification of American IDEALS." "At heart, 616's Captain America is, I think, still a dreamy artist in the body of a greek god."
"It's in Classic-verse #3, when the Avengers are arguing over what movies they need to make Steve watch. The awesome part is that Steve is canonically a Tolkien fan. There's panel somewhere in either volume 1 Cap or volume 1 Avengers where he's mentally listing the greatest cultural accomplishments of the 20th century, and Tolkien's on the list."
It has nothing to do with anything, but it made me laugh. I love scans_daily. ...And I, too, want Steve Rogers. Damn it, come back from the dead already!
"I'm not sure if I want Steve or just his stuff!" "This is very bad for me as a comic fan. Steve's a wonderful blend of manly and metero. I want all my men to have nice clean homes yet be manly! ;__;" "We only have one hope! Making comic book characters real and then (scratched out)fight for them!(/scratched out) clone them!" "Yes! But I get the feeling that I'd be lecture for my less than clean habits. *glances around her dorm room*" "And really we'd have to be careful because when you really thing about Batman or Superman wouldn't be the best of boyfriends." "This is why I go for the Marvel boys, they're less scary. But damn, Bats and Supes. Damn."
Get up so I can knock you down! “We start off with a would-be hero who fights purely enough, only to slowly hit a snare thanks to his beliefs. Then it gets worse as time goes by until he’s responsible for untold damage. Once things look their bleakest, we get the hero we weren’t even sure we were ever going to find. The build up steams and we return to our villain, who has reached almost complete insanity. Things come to a head and we get the coolest fight scene ever with some of my all-time favorite comic lines (“Get up so I can knock you down!!”). And just as the fight comes to an end with a true victor, it goes directly into a strong conclusion.”<- Ooh ooh! Maybe a robot/mecha character for the WBH? Heart beats strongly, pulsing in throat, temples, gums. Stops. "You can't feel yourself breathe. You can't feel your heartbeat. And you can't recognize the man in the mirror"
Joysweeper really likes Cap. Oh, responsibility!