Here are a couple newspaper articles from Point Pleasant during the Mothman sightings from 1966 to 1967. During the time of the sightings the Mothman was almost constantly in the news. Sightings were so frequent that constant coverage was needed to stay up to date with the sightings. Newspapers outside of Point Pleasant even reported on the sightings. All original Mothman newspapers are available in Point Pleasant’s Mothman Museum.
When history professor Lance McClain stumbles across a mysterious object, he has no idea it will lead him and his friends to a time ship crashed in the year 2016. But with this amazing discovery comes a dire message from the two future refugees onboard: Lance and his friends must become paladins, protectors of time itself. Now, they must struggle to preserve history all while preventing the rise of an immortal despot, bent on destroying everything in his path to conquer the future, including the paladins themselves.
The stranger’s hand shot out, grabbing Lance’s shoulder. It didn’t seem like much force was being exerted, but the man’s grip on his shoulder was unnaturally strong. Lance tried to wiggle out of its grasp, to no avail.
“Give. Me. The bayard.”
The hold on Lance’s shoulder tightened briefly and he let out a yelp of pain. Lance felt fairly certain he was bruised down to the bone now. He looked up and stiffened in fear, because, yep, the man’s eyes had definitely turned gold.
“She was a real scholar of history—just curious about history, and obsessively read history—and understood how important it is who writes the history. And she knew it was up to her to define her husband’s legacy because he could no longer do that, and it had to be done quickly because there were dozens of other people ready to jump in and publish the first book about him, and she needed to be there to control it—and she did brilliantly.”
It was incredibly rare for Aislin to get any sort of mail. After all, when you’re a pirate who’s severed most of her ties with the people of her past, not many people want to send you mail, and those who would have a hard time doing so due to your travels. The few times she did, it was during an extended stay on a civilized island, and today was just such a day.
Aislin rarely ever expected to get mail, and her surprise showed on her face when a Delivery Coo flew down to her with a letter. Paying the delivery fees - the sender apparently hadn’t wanted to, or couldn’t, pay the fees themselves - her surprise grew as she noted who the sender was from. Her home island. No wonder they couldn’t pay the fees.
However, her surprise began to slowly grow into concern as she read. She hadn’t heard from anyone from home in years, not since before leaving the Marines. However, it was moments like these that made her realize the truth to the old saying “No news is good news”.
Because now her usual cheerful and fun-loving attitude was entirely gone.
Yarrow and Variks? Or Yarrow and Shin Malphur? (I'm sorry, I don't know the Fallouts well enough to come up with something interesting.)
Yarrow thinks Variks is an okay enough guy who could stand to hiss less since it sounds very staticky on the line. She does raise her metaphorical eyebrows a little just in the sense that…she groks loyalty to people more than she does loyalty to causes, and Variks is siccing Guardians on his people without a whole lot of evident reluctance. Yeah, yeah, different Houses and deals with the Queen and all; she’s still a bit “don’t make it weird, man” when he’s murmuring vicious encouragement in her equally metaphorical ears.
Yarrow’s Ghost, on the other hand, starts off thinking that allying with the Queen is dubious enough but allying with Fallen is a sign of the IMMINENT COLLAPSE OF SOCIETY, and then ends up being the one reluctantly curious about the history of the Eliksni.
Oh god, Shin. I have honestly ruefully reflected that I’ll never get to do the usual self-indulgent story in which the OC hangs out with the favoured NPC, because Yarrow would probably, like, push past Shin while he’s having a low-voiced argument with Ikora in the entranceway to the Hall without even realising that she just casually hip-checked The Guardian Who Killed Dredgen Yor. (Aster knows. Aster is attempting to fold itself out of conscious existence.) If she ever got around to hearing his full story, her reaction would mostly be “nice [thumbs up]”. It’s the Guardian’s job to kill the things, he killed the thing, good job done.
“But if there must be an end, let it be loud. Let it be bloody. Better to burn than to wither away in the dark.” — Mike Mignola (Hellboy, Vol. 6: Strange Places (Hellboy, #6))
“Active or ambitious women were not only rare but often evil. Wonder
Woman flipped this paradigm by embodying the strength, assertiveness,
and independence usually associated with bad girls and villains in a
positive heroic light. The Golden Age Wonder Woman was a blatant
rejection of the good girl/bad girl binary and even offered a critique
of the good girl role.”
Wonder Woman Unbound: The Curious History of the World’s Most Famous Heroine
“It’s always easy to be what you are– What’s hard is to be what you want to be.”
– but perhaps I do need to talk a bit about home – about days long forgotten – about nights lost in time’s shadow – and about the origin of one whom the outside world has called – The Panther!
You asked me what “being Superman” means. Being Superman doesn’t mean I’m greater than anyone. But it does mean I’m better than you.
You have your definition of a hero and I have mine — and mine includes being a lot more aware.
a blind lawyer with a history of incarceration and personal tragedy.
What in that make-up makes you think I have a sense of humor?
– Matt Murdock
Spawn: You sent me to Hell! I’m here to return the favor!
- Spawn (1997).
Tell your friends there’s a hunter on the streets. This is my town now, and creeps like you are an endangered species.
Bruce Wayne: It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.
- Batman Trilogy
Now that I am able to turn myself into a human Atom – who knows what strange and wonderful things may happen?
The story must start with my father, a famous undersea explorer —
if I spoke his name, you would recognize it. My mother died when I was a
baby, and he turned to his work of solving the ocean’s secrets. His
greatest discovery was an ancient city, in the depths where no other
diver had ever penetrated. My father believed it was the lost kingdom of
Atlantis. He made himself a water-tight home in one of the palaces and
lived there, studying the records and devices of the race’s marvelous
wisdom. From the books and records, he learned ways of teaching me to
live under the ocean, drawing oxygen from the water and using all the
power of the sea to make me wonderfully strong and swift. By training
and a hundred scientific secrets, I became what you see — a human being
who lives and thrives under the water.