Hey there you guys. So something a little weird happened this morning, and I’ve been aching to tell someone.
So I wait at the bus stop with my sister every morning. Everything’s been normal up until around last week, when the weather started getting warmer. I started to notice that at 7 AM, every morning, I would look down the street and a cat would make its way quickly from behind a house, trot across the street and keep on going into another yard. Same path every time.
So I lean over to my sister and I say all hushed, “Same cat every morning. Same time. Isn’t that weird?” And I look back over to the Cat.
It has halted its daily regiment to stop dead and turn its head towards me.
The Cat does not move.
I cannot see its face.
I’m not sure if it was just the light. I’m not sure if it was turned the other way. I knew I could feel it looking at me though I could see no eyes.
I turn to my sister, getting kind of nervous, and I say, “Is it looking at me?” My sister shrugs. I look back and The Cat is crossing my lawn. It’s crossing my neighbor’s lawn.
I think something’s going on. Was It drawn out because of the heat? Where is It going? Can It hear me? For reference, I drew out what I saw.
I think something’s going on in my little town. I think I’m gonna call this series “Cryptids of Coalition County”. I’ll report any new findings to you as soon as I can. We can call The Cat specimen number one.
Thank you for reading, my dear friend. I’ll hope you’ll join me in my journey. That is, if I have much time left. Do I already know too much?
Produced by Dean Reid, Kieron Menzies, Rick Nowels, and Lana Del Rey, and composed by Abel Tesfaye, Lana Del Rey, Max Matin, and Rick Nowels, the title track off of Lana Del Rey’s upcomg studio album, Lust For Life, has been officially released.
wait what did max do to grant? what instigated this?
Well, while honestly I don’t think the book is sincerely intended as a hit piece on Landis in particular, it’s notable that both the main characters in this book about pretentious hedonistic artists who hurt everyone around them are dead ringers for the guy. Landis had a period where he was really clearly trying to win Grant’s approval - his time at Morrisoncon, describing American Alien as “the anti-All-Star Superman”, inserting that one Mxyzptlk story in it that’s as blatant a “love me daddy” as I’ve ever read in the medium - and given he apparently made a pretty public ass of himself at Morrisoncon, and his otherwise well-known status as a douchebag, it’s not that shocking Morrison decided he’d be a good visual inspiration for the Hollywood enfant terrible of his story.
As for Annihilator itself, it’s easily one of Morrison’s best and most criminally overlooked comics, by strength of Frazer Irving blowing the fucking doors down on this one alone before you even get to the story. For those who missed it, here’s the pitch: Ray Spass is one-time Hollywood hitmaker with a heart of pure shit, whose last big production is a ways behind him - he’s working on a “haunted house movie in space” script starring dashing rogue Max Nomax to get back in the game when he learns he has an inoperable brain tumor giving him a week to live. Later the same day, he’s pulled aside by a pair of secret service agents who inform him that at the large hadron collider in Switzerland, they momentarily opened a black hole…and a man named Max Nomax stepped out and asked to speak with Ray Spass before disappearing. When Ray gets back to his apartment and reaches his creation, he learns the truth: Max is all-too-real, fleeing the repressive authorities of his reality who will surely tear ours apart in search of him. He was forced to beam his memories of his life ahead of his physical form into a tumorous data packet in Ray’s skull; only by writing the story can Ray shrink the packet and save himself, and in turn get the information needed to save the universe.
At its core, it’s the flipside to Flex Mentallo in the same way The Filth holds up a cracked mirror to The Invisibles. It’s still about the power of stories to save us all, and Morrison can’t bring himself to be fully cynical in that particular regard, but if Flex was about how art can ennoble and inspire the lives around it, Annihilator is the reminder that it’s at least as often the product of ego or petty rebellion or a simple need to get paid as any real creative impulse or desire to make anything better. Phonogram as compared to The Wicked + The Divine would be a good way of framing the difference between them; one’s about what art does to fans, the other about how fucked-up the actual artists are. All that aside though, it’s clever, it’s spiteful, it’s hilarious, it’s incredibly well-constructed, it follows up on some of the themes of Morrison’s time on Batman in some very interesting ways, and it’s absolutely goddamn gorgeous. It’s honestly probably in my top 5 Morrison comics period, and I really can’t recommend it enough. Baby Bug-Eyes alone was the sensational character find of 2014.
Characters- Nathan Prescott, Warren Graham, Kate Marsh, Max Caulfield, Chloe Price, Mark Jefferson, Victoria Chase, Taylor Christensen, Courtney Wagner, Hayden Jones, Daniel DaCosta, Brooke Scott, David Madsen (And probably more later on)
“InSaNiTyis doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results” - Albert Einstein.
You are Warren’s twin sister and are also a student at Blackwell Academy. You’re caught between two sides- family or love.
Words- 1544 Words
Warnings- Drugs. Alcohol. Abuse. Sexual themes. This is a Life is Strange oneshot and we all know how messed up that game is so.
ALSO. I HAVE DECIDED TO MAKE WARREN AND YOU (AS HIS TWIN) THE SAME AGE AS THE OTHER CHARACTERS. SO WARREN AND YOURSELF ARE 18 IN THIS FIC.
You walked to the front of the classroom and watch Miss Grant bring Nathan Prescott into the classroom after everyone else has left.
“I need you two to get on, Mr Jefferson has asked me to tell you both that he wants you to work on a joint photography project,” Miss Grant says and you throw a glare at the Prescott, “He wants to see you both in your next lesson, which I believe is photography right?”
“Yeah,” You say and she nods.
“Right, you two, off you go, and behave!” Miss Grant says and you nod.
Nathan stalks out the classroom using his long legs while you trail behind and follow him to your photography lesson with Mr Jefferson.
Nathan however, heads in another direction, towards the bathrooms.
“Tell Jefferson I’m going to be late,” He says and you just nod.
You roll your eyes and head into lesson.
“You’re late…Is Nathan not with you?” Mr Jefferson says and you shake your head.
“He told me to tell you he’ll be late,” You say and you head to your seat at the back, where Max sat in her lessons.