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String theory opens up possibilities that sound like sci-fi. Check out this U=Tube link.....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzMEAkI-yrQ
The image is kinda fun large size too! :-)
Looking forward to a fun 2015!
Off for a weekend in Hong Kong next week(Fri - Tues). Message me if anyone wants to meet up for a photo walk. :)
The extra-long sequel to: www.flickr.com/photos/133558185@N07/23290211525/in/dateta...
Chris Peterson’s eyes snapped open. He was in some kind of interrogation chamber, immobilized in the grasp of a wicked apparatus. Assumably he was still on board the Blabber superweapon. A dark, cloaked figure stood before him, its emotionless visor reflecting his own face back at him.
“So, you’re finally awake,” it said, in a rather disinterested voice, “I would’ve thought my neural stimulators would’ve woken you up faster, but I guess you don’t have enough brain mass for them to be effective.”
“Nice torture chamber,” said Chris, looking around with a smirk, “I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect such high-grade facilities from an Overlord of your, erm, caliber.” He smiled to himself as he surveyed the forbidding room. Doubtless this darkly arrayed being felt rather put out by his coolness, he thought, after all it’d gone through to look intimidating. Maybe it even felt a little insecure, after all…
“AH!” Chris cried, his train of thought cut short as he turned his head and found himself staring down the four barrels of an oversized laser turret.
“That… That’s big,” he added, trying not to look like he’d almost wet himself.
“I have some questions for you,” said the figure. Chris’ face hardened.
“I’ll never tell you anything, murderer. I’d sooner be smashed to subatomic particles than breathe a word to you,” he said.
“Well, then I suppose there’s no point in keeping you alive,” said the figure, turning away. Light suddenly blazed in the turret’s barrels, promising to literally blow Chris to atoms in a few seconds.
“Wait, wait, wait!” he screamed, “I’ll talk, I’ll be reasonable! I’ll say anything you want! Just turn that thing off!” The upcoming blast faded away back into the depths of turret and the figure turned to face him once more, chuckling.
“Your endurance is truly heroic.” it said, a sarcastic smile in its voice, “Now, onto the questions. First, what is this? A laser plunger?” The figure pulled out Chris’ weapon of choice, igniting its glowing conical end.
“No, no, that’s an Electromagnetic Extractor,” Chris explained, “Though, now that you mention it, it does kinda look like a toilet plunger… Aw, cummon, why’d you have to point that out? I never noticed it before!”
“Moving onto the second question—what is this?” the figure pulled out Chris’ Superdimensional Karate Assistant & Travel Evolver (SKATE) board, throwing it down on the floor. In its folded state, it rather resembled a mangled duck made of titanium, but Chris knew it was much more powerful than it looked. He thought fast. If this overlord found out that his SKATE board was an interdimensional conveyance that could go nearly anywhere in the universe in a matter of minutes, it would doubtlessly use it for its own purposes. And that would be… Bad. Really, really bad.
“Oh, uh, that’s um, uh… That’s kinda personal,” he said, wracking his brains for a conceivable lie.
“If you’d rather not tell me, I can just melt your face off and figure it out myself.” suggested the figure, glancing at the turret.
“No, no, if you really wanna know, I’ll tell you,” protested Chris, “It’s a… Mobile waste disposal system.”
“It’s a what?” asked the figure.
“It’s a portable toilet,” Chris elaborated.
“Ahuh,” said the figure, glancing at SKATE with a mixture of newfound disgust and curiosity. “Moving on—why, and more importantly how, did you just walk into my Blabber and sabotage my Phlebotium Core? Do you have any idea how freakishly hard it was to get the Phlebotium to make that? Do you? Because I feel like, if you did, you would’ve thought twice before blowing the entire thing to smithereens without a thought about the trials of an Overlord.” The figure’s voice, previously apathetic and emotionless, started to betray some annoyance.
“Oh, I know how hard it was for you to get that. In fact, I was the reason it was so hard for you to get your Phlebotium whatchimidoohickey. And, if everything had gone well, you would’ve never even gotten it in the first place,” said Chris, with some pride he couldn’t conceal.
“Is that so?” asked the figure, “What great operative do I have the honour of addressing?” His voice was laden with sarcasm.
“I’m Chris Peterson,” said Chris, “And I’m not an operative. I’m a freelancer.”
“I can tell,” said the figure, eyeing the Electromagnetic Extractor with contempt. “May I ask why a freelancer would sneak into a top-security superweapon-equipped space station that belongs to an obscure overlord without a planet to his name?”
“Uh…” said Chris, trying not to cross the line between bragging and blabbing, “No reason. Or at least, not one I’m going to tell you.”
“Well, alright,” said the figure, “Send me a postcard from the afterlife.” The turret powered on once more, this time so quickly Chris could feel the heat of the forthcoming beam on his face as he shouted in panic.
“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you! Just don’t blow me up!” he cried frantically. The dangerous light in the turret’s barrels slowly backed away, but did not leave entirely this time, lingering like the gleam of insectoid eyes.
“To clarify, it wouldn’t blow you up—it’d melt you. Slowly,” explained the figure, “Now tell me why you blew up my Core.”
“Well…” said Chris, hesitantly, “You kinda used your superweapon to wipe out six billion people or so… And that’s not cool. Thankfully your Blabber thing kinda blew up when you used it, so you backed off for about twenty years. But then you came back, and with your new fancy Core you were gonna be able to hit multiple planets in a row without a hitch and scare everybody into submission. And that really wasn’t cool. So I blew up your Core.”
“Certainly you had to have a better reason than that you thought my conduct ‘wasn’t cool’. Plenty of people think what the Overlords do isn’t ‘cool’, but few have the pluck to strike back against them. Or the tech, for that matter. So why’d you do it?” asked the figure.
“Because it was the right thing to do,” said Chris, proudly.
“Oh please,” snorted the figure, rolling its eyes behind its visor, “Everyone says that. What’s the real reason? Do you have friends down on my target of choice, perhaps?” The darkly-clad being wandered towards the big screen that displayed the planet the Blabber was orbiting. Chris new it well. Very well.
“Ehm…” stuttered Chris. The fact was, it was actually his planet, and he did have a dear friend or two down on it. He didn’t feel like admitting that was a good idea, though. Revenge ran deep in the blood of the Overlords. Or at least in blood of the ones who had blood.
“That would be an interesting revelation,” the figure continued, “I wiped out everybody on this planet with my first strike, except for a couple thousand or so. It’d be rather ironic if, out of that ridiculously small tithe of people, someone managed to grow up and then acquire the tech to sabotage my second design. Ironic and annoying.”
“Heheh, it is kind of ironic,” said Chris, before he could help himself. “I mean, uh, that you were thwarted at the same planet twice; the first time because you didn’t have a powerful enough Core, and the second time by a guy like me. You just can’t catch a break, can you?”
“Seemingly not.” said the figure coldly, “I have one last question: Where’s your girlfriend?”
“My what?” asked Chris.
“That lady you were with in the Core Room. She’s not showing up on any of my scanners. Not even giving a life reading. Normally I’d just assume she’d been smashed, but my security cameras and motion sensors seem to be telling otherwise. I’ve been catching glimpses of her for about an hour now. Where’s she hiding, and how is she doing it?”
“First off, she is NOT my girlfriend,” said Chris, “She’s just… No, not that… And secondly, I have no idea where she is. Even I can’t find her most of the time.”
“What stealth tech is using?” asked the figure.
“I dunno,” said Chris, which was true. He was bad at remembering names, especially technical ones. The lights in the turret’s barrels began to get brighter, and the figure turned round again.
“Don’t try and play games with me, freelancer,” it said, “You and your not-girlfriend are much more likely to live if you surrender. Just tell me how I can detect her and I’ll spare your lives.” Chris could feel the heat of the turret’s blast on his face, getting hotter and hotter.
“I seriously don’t know!” he cried, “Honestly! If I did I’d totally betray her like a weakling, but I really don’t!”
“Then why should I keep you alive?” asked the figure. Chris’ face was beginning to burn, and the light was so bright now he could hardly see. And then, quite suddenly, the turret switched off, the light exploding in its barrels as its containment field failed. A chunk of shrapnel hit the figure over the head, knocking him across the room. One of the floor grates was pushed aside from below, and out of the hole it left leapt the very woman they’d been talking about.
“Charlotte!” cried Chris, in surprise. Without replying, she snatched his Extractor and SKATE off the ground, grabbed him by the shoulder, and switched on the latter. A giant invisible sphere deformed the world around them, the interrogation room fading away as a wormhole sucked them into another dimension.
“This isn’t the end!” cried the figure’s voice, and then the physical world vanished.
The Celestial Barracuda is an exploration vessel that was created to explore the universe. Once it was done with that, it's technology had evolved to allow it interdimensional travel.
Now it is an interdimensional transport ship for the greater good. It is used to find new homes for civilizations who lost their home planets.
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This year, I finally found the time to build a SHIP for SHIPtember. I am really excited to share it with the world. I had a lot of fun building this thing and populating it with small ships and mechs.
interdimensional futuristic mutant cyborg cop - #jonboam #drawing #mutant #cyborg #illustration #sciencefiction
Back to the out-of-body and lens experience... On my latest Astro Projection mission I discovered an interdimensional rift in space-time continuum :-) It took 30 seconds to open a temporal rift in busy cityscapes of Toronto to cross the barrier between dimensions! The rift emitted high levels of neutrinos and chronitons in all directions ...all brought to you by my manual zoom/long exposure magic! :-)
*It's a SOOC image, manual zooming during long exposure - no processing involved!
** Yes, the description is Star Trek related :-)
Part of my Astro Projection series.
There were numerous unconfirmed reports of people sighting a man described as looking "uncannily" like the late, great comedian Bill Hicks. Additionally, numerous individuals claim to have had brief conversations with the unidentified figure, who apparently dispensed "enlightened and keen spiritual counsel," advice on proper care for Ferrets, and paused quite often, these witnesses said, to make "occasionally obscene" jokes about controversial Professor of Linguistics Noam Chomsky, smoking, and male genitalia.
In other news, "today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves"
Ok. "Here's Tom with the weather."
#billhicks
Count Dimensio.
Real name: J. D. Jones
Bases: Monroeville Alabama (hometown), Azalea City Dimension 43441511 (secret lair), Flickr Fighters headquarters, Advent City, Texas
Hero Ranking: In the imortal words of the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything, “Nothing, Zilch, Nada."
Height: 6 ft 3 in
Weight: 200 to 250lbs Depending on what he has in his pockets.
Eyes: Brown.
Hair: Very dark brown with somewhat annoying specks of bright red in his beard that make you think he has something stuck in it.
Age: 20 (physically)
Powers:
Can partially or completely phase into alternate universes at will to walk through solid objects, dodge attacks (so long as he knows of a universe that doesn't have the object in the same location) and most convenient of all, sneak past security measures undetected.
Depending on the moon phase he has limited flight, capabilities due to a vampire virus infection mutating his dna.
Gadgets: Infinity Pockets. The pockets of his clothing are openings to what he refers to as a “Pocket dimension" giving him the ability to carry almost anything regardless of weight so long as he can fit it through the opening.
Weaknesses:
Due to his infection, on days when it is a full moon he burns easily in sunlight, can't stand being in a brightly lit room for too long, and also cannot enter a room unless invited.
Has serious difficulty understanding the ways of modern society with it's rules and customs which gets him into trouble on a regular basis (Not to mentioned very unpopular).
Allies: The Flickr Fighters, Fluxx, Captain Jack Bracton (henchman/sidekick)
Foes: Maria Morfran, Rag Bag, Capt Planemo, Apophis Ra.
Story:
Dimensio is an Interdimensional Outlaw and Treasure hunter who was “sentenced" to six months community service on Earth. By community service I mean the Chief of the IDPD thought he would be an excellent superhero if he only had a good influence. Thus she sent him to Advent City to sign up with a super hero agency. There he ran into a hero by the name of Fluxx (who he was not so subtly trailing in order to figure out what exactly a superhero does).
Eventually he introduced himself (in an overly dramatic fashion) and asked him if any local agencies were hiring. Long and short of story, Fluxx thought he could be an interesting addition and invited him to join the Flickr Fighters.
Trivia:
Is insanely bookish and well versed in about 50% of world history.
Also due to some sideffect of his powers he doesn't have a readable pulse or heartbeat.
P.S. special thanks to Pip for editing the photo.
So, what have you two come up with?
Well, we've thought about this in a variety of ways. But the basic idea is I will play myself…
May I?
Go ahead.
I think I can sum up the show for you with one word: NOTHING.
Nothing?
Nothing.
What does that mean?
The show is about nothing.
Well, it's not about nothing.
No, it's about nothing.
Well, maybe in philosophy. But, even nothing is something.
Mr. Dalrymple, your niece is on the phone.
I'll call back.
What's the premise?
Well, as I was saying, I would play myself, and, as a comedian, living in Gotham City, I have a friend, a neighbor, and an ex-girlfriend, which is all true.
Yeah, but nothing happens on the show. You see, it's just like life. You know, you eat, you go shopping, you read.. You eat, you read, You go shopping.
You read? You read on the show?
Well, I don't know about the reading.. We didn't discuss the reading.
All right, tell me, tell me about the stories. What kind of stories?
Oh, no. No stories.
No stories? So, what is it?
What'd you do today?
I got up and came to work.
There's a show. That's a show.
How is that a show?
Well, uh, maybe something happens on the way to work.
No, no, no. Nothing happens.
Well, something happens.
Well, why am I watching it?
Because it's on TV.
Not yet.
Okay, uh, look, if you want to just keep on doing the same old thing, then maybe this idea is not for you. I, for one, am not going to compromise my artistic integrity. And I'll tell you something else, this is the show and we're not going to change it. Right?!
…
How about this: Interdimensional Batman Villains…
"The freeform RP sim where the mundane meets the esoteric. Step into our pocket of interdimensional space and time..." (Adult)
Visit this location at The Restless Void - Roleplay in Second Life
Firing up the highly technological whisk of mega sparkages and pluging it into the interdimensional energy cube we open a portal to adventure to a parallel universe where there is only drains. Forever exploring drains and doing wool spins and being extremely silly
Niles jolts awake, his eyes opening to a darkness so absolute that he’s half convinced he’s gone blind. He takes a moment to calm himself, eyes adjusting to the oblivion around him, and notices unrecognisable shapes dotted around the space before him. He casts his mind back to how on earth he ended up here, but finds it causes a frightfully nasty headache and promptly gives up. He realises he’s sat on something, and after a few moments of wriggling around determines it to be an armchair. Before he can make any kind of assessment as to what this may mean, the sound of a heavy switch being pulled fills the air and he winces as a dazzling light illuminates the bleak darkness and sears his eyes.
After a few minutes, his eyes adjust to the newfound brightness, but if anything the sudden clarity only adds fresh questions to his mind.
Niles: What the blazes…
Niles finds himself sat in what would appear to be an old television set. Bright studio lights shine from high above him, lost in the industrial beams of the studio ceiling and disappearing into the shadows. In front of him, stretching up to the lights, are rows upon rows of empty seats, like some morbid abandoned theatre. A stretch of track runs along the floor before them, supporting a few large cameras that are all pointing his way. He cranes his neck to look around, and realises he’s sat in what would appear to be a living room, like something out of an old eighties sitcom. He spots a door, windows and mismatched furniture, but before he can take in any more details he’s filled with the sudden sensation of being watched. He turns his head away from the faux house and notices, rather alarmingly, that all the seats in the studio are now filled. An excitable hush falls over the audience as they realise Niles has spotted them, and one by one they quiet down and start to smile at him, sending a shiver down his spine. Niles’ mouth hangs open for a moment, his brain attempting to work in harmony with his mouth to begin an inquiry as to what the hell’s going on, but before he can so much as grunt a catchy tune fills the air and several disembodied voices start to sing:
~What are you up to, Niles Caulder?
Your legs are weak, but your spirit is bolder!
He’s the man behind, the Doom Patrol!
Turn off his brakes and watch him roll!
What are you up to Niles Caulder!?~
The crowd erupt into applause. Niles looks around, bewildered. He spots someone sat behind one of the cameras and points a finger at them.
Niles: You there, yes you! What the devil is going on?
The sound of canned laughter fills the air and the audience whoop and clap their hands. Niles frowns.
Niles: Something funny?
The audience laughs harder, some wiping tears from their eyes. Before Niles can say another word, there comes a knocking at the faux-house’s front door. The audience calm themselves as Niles turns to the source of the noise. The knocking comes again.
Niles: What?!
The door opens and into the house steps an old man with out of control grey hair, wearing some kind of 1950’s spacesuit paired with corduroy trousers. The audience burst into applause as the man closes the door, steps onto his mark and places his hands on his hips. He smiles at Niles as he waits for the applause to die down.
Niles: And what are you supposed to be?
A chuckle makes its way through the audience as the man’s smile widens.
Dubrovny: Name’s Dubrovny. Jonathan Dubrovny. Just thought I’d pop over to meet my new neighbour!
He steps forwards and extends a hand to Niles.
Dubrovny: It’s a pleasure to meet you, neighbour! I hear you’re a budding scientist quite like myself! I’m into molecular engineering, whatever that is! Ha!
Niles is dumbfounded. He looks to the man, then to the grinning audience, and decides life would probably be a lot simpler if he just shook the man’s hand.
Niles: Niles Caulder.
Dubrovny: Dash and blast! If you’re colder you should put on a jumper!
The audience burst into hysterics. Niles cringes.
Dubrovny: Haha, you must forgive me! My friends tell me I’ve a terrible sense of humour.
Niles: They sound like wise friends.
Dubrovny ignores him and continues on.
Dubrovny: They all call me Mister 103, after my fascination with the one hundred and three elements! I very much hope you’ll call me that, too. Although you may only want to do it… periodically!
The audience laugh again. Niles doesn’t wait for them to finish before replying.
Niles: There are one hundred and eighteen elements. I’d have thought a budding scientist would know that.
Dubrovny frowns. He lifts up a small keypad on his wrist, hits some of the keys at random and throws his head back in a laugh.
Dubrovny: So there are! You must forgive my ignorance, it’s been a while since I’ve perused the pages of the science journal. I guess you could say I’m a little out of my… element!
The audience are beside themselves with laughter. Niles puts his head in his hands and sighs.
Dubrovny: I can tell living next door to you is going to be most enlightening! One might say… elementary!
Niles: Is there a point to this?
The audience calm themselves as Dubrovny frowns, a little taken aback by Niles’ outburst.
Dubrovny: Oh, of course. You see, I’m working on a top-secret project, and wondered if you could help a fellow scientist out and lend me some fresh sodium chloride – that’s sa-
Niles: Salt, yes. I’m aware.
Dubrovny: Oh.
Niles: How on earth do you expect me to know if I have any salt?
Dubrovny: Umm… is that rhetorical?
Niles: Oh for heaven’s sake, just look in the kitchen!
Dubrovny grins and moves to the small kitchen set across from the lounge. The audience laugh as he throws open the cupboards and begins to empty them excitedly. Niles rubs his forehead and sighs as Dubrovny produces a small bottle and shakes it over his head excitedly.
Dubrovny: Found it!
He moves back to Niles, clutching the salt carefully against his chest.
Dubrovny: Well, that’ll be all for now. Unless you want to report me for… a-salt!
Niles: You can go.
Dubrovny: Okie dokie neighbour! I look forward to sharing my further scientific achievements with you!
Dubrovny turns on the spot and saunters out the front door. The audience applaud wildly as he exits, some whistling and waving frantically at him. Niles, exhausted, attempts to speak, but suddenly the lights dim and more music plays:
~That was all from, Niles Caulder!
We’ll see you next time when, we’re all a bit older!
Scientific fun, same time every day!
Grab all your things now, and be on your way!~
And just like that the audience are gone, leaving the set in the same eerie quiet from before. Niles looks around, not all that uncertain he may be dreaming the entire thing. He pinches himself of the arm and goes to wiggle his toes, finding them as unresponsive as they are in the waking world. He thinks for a moment, but is startled by the sound of a solitary clap coming from the audience.
Nobody: Oh, bravo! Bravo!
Eric Morden, or at least, what remains of Eric Morden, continues to clap as he makes his way through the rows of seats and down onto the studio floor.
Nobody: I was worried the humour was a little too below the belt, but the audience seemed to really love it, don’t you think?
Niles narrows his eyes and watches him silently.
Nobody: You were great, of course. But was there ever any doubt?
Niles adjusts himself in his armchair as Mister Nobody steps onto the set and smiles at Niles menacingly. Niles grits his teeth but maintains his composure.
Niles: It’s Eric Morden, isn’t it? What did you do with the others? Rita, Cliff, Larry?
Nobody: Oh don’t panic, they’re fine. I sent them straight back home like the children they are. They did me no wrong, after all…
Niles: And Brain and Mallah?
Nobody: Do not speak their names! They’re off on their own little adventure, one that’s none of your concern. I don’t imagine you’ll be seeing them again.
Mister Nobody grins and stretches his arms toward the roof of the studio. Niles takes in his appearance in the clear lights that surround them, noticing the freakish way his body manages to simultaneously exist and not exist at the same time.
Niles: What happened to you?
Nobody: You mean – what became of me after you so mercilessly had me tossed into that awful, awful machine? Honestly, I’m not too sure myself. But it does seem pretty groovy, doesn’t it?
Niles scowls.
Niles: You’re insane.
Nobody: Oh no, not that old shtick! That would be far too easy. God, what a cop out!
He grins.
Nobody: Maybe I just got a sneak peek behind the curtain at the backstage of reality...
Niles: Whatever it is, I’m not just some animal who will dance for your amusement, Morden. If you want me dead bloody well get it over with.
Nobody: Oh no no no! I don’t want to do that!
Niles: Then what is this? Keeping me prisoner in this… this… what even is this?
Niles looks around.
Niles: Some kind of… parallel void-space? Interdimensional pocket dimension? Non-Euclidian hellscape generated by-
Nobody: Eh ch ch ch! Just – go with it, okay? Quit it with the questions, Doc. Not everything needs an explanation!
Nobody takes a moment to compose himself then smiles.
Nobody: I call it – the White Space! Cool, huh? This is my dominion! A place where I can do whatever I please! And oh, I will. And please, less of the Morden. That man’s nothing any more. Quite literally, haha!
Mister Nobody throws his arms out wide and smiles.
Nobody: Take a look around, Caulder. All this is all my design. A place to crack you open like the clever little egghead you are!
Niles says nothing.
Nobody: And what better place to drown one’s sanity than the starring role in your very own sitcom, eh?
The smile on Mister Nobody’s face fades. He steps closer to Niles, leaning over him as threateningly as you can when you look like little more than an ink blot on the edge of a camera lens.
Nobody: Here’s the deal, Doctor C. You’re just too interesting to be left alone. You’re like a scab, that’s just asking to be picked. There’s more to Niles Caulder than meets the eye, and I would love to make its acquaintance. Why was Brain-
He spits on the floor.
Nobody: -so interested in you? Why do you hide away from the world in that decrepit old wreck you call a home? And just why do you insist on surrounding yourself with those kooky cats you call a family?
He pushes away from Niles and leaps around the set.
Nobody: All your burning questions answered, same Niles time, same Niles channel, on next week’s episode!
He laughs to himself and kicks his feet on the carpet. Niles watches him with combined anger and disgust.
Nobody: This is all here just to break you; to wear you down until I can go poking around in that big melon of yours and find out what makes you tick. I’ll get there eventually, but why not have a little fun on the way?
Niles sits forwards.
Niles: You think, for one moment, that this crude little display is going to make me tell you anything you want to know? You can try everything in your power, and it will still be insufficient enough to break me. So please, do your worse.
Nobody flinches.
Nobody: Maybe. But where’s the harm in trying?
Niles: You may soon find out.
There is silence for a few seconds as Mister Nobody processes Niles’ threat. Masking his unease, he smiles widely and claps his hands.
Nobody: Ooh!
He turns away from Niles before he can realise that his words have had some effect on him.
Nobody: This is where I leave you. I’ll be along again in a few… days, maybe? I don’t know, time doesn’t really work like that here. Play nicely, and try not to cause too much damage. And remember, if anyone offers, just say no.
He turns away from Niles and takes a few steps. Niles holds up a hand.
Niles: One more thing.
Nobody: Yes?
Niles: What the devil is the Doom Patrol?
Nobody: Oh, of course, I didn’t tell you! It’s what your little gang are calling themselves now. Groovy, huh?
But he gives Niles no time to reply. In the blink of an eye he’s gone, leaving Niles alone with his thoughts on the empty set, very much un-groovy.
“100% tourist, 0% time space continuum integrity”
“After being fused with the Kanohi Olmak, Vezon went on his many (unintentional) interdimensional adventures. On these trips, he has the uncontrollable urge to hoard everything that looks remotely valuable, with all of the consequences of such actions. This is what led to him getting his hands on the story bible, which he now uses to complete his collection of non-cannon masks.”
This a bit of a joke build that I did based on some derailed conversations with friends. After reading the serials, I always jokingly imagined Vezon to be a Deadpool like character, a loose cannon with some comedy aspects (preferably voiced by Jack Black).
The idea in this first concentration photo was to create an interdimensional "portal," or hole that was located in the center of the wall. My story behind the photo was that an ordinary civilian came to check on his backyard (in his angry birds underwear), and happened to stumble upon a hole in his wall leading to another location. I tried to create a wind effect, as his hair is somewhat being blown and added a flare inside the photo as a fake sun. The viewer should feel confused, and not trust the photo.
Reflecting in those puddle after the rain we should examined in the light of the Ageless Wisdom teachings, we are reminded of the great occult maxim "As Above So Below" The mural shows the right eye, the left eye and the middle eye. This tower is the symbol for not only all three schools, but also the meaning and purpose of life itself. Vertical rods/constructs are considered archetypal symbols of the phallus. As the dual serpents address the concept of gender, the staff serves as an emissary of transference between body and mind, physically and spiritually. The rod could also be viewed as a conduit between the mundane and ethereal.. The puddle is male, the tower is female and the horizontal line is the child, the source of both the other building, for we all begin life as a child. The upper side, the feminine pathway, explores the human nature of emotions and feeling, both positive and negative, sexual energy and birthing, death, certain psychic energy, and everything that is not logical.As guided from within, outwards. “As above, so below” and vice versa, Solar Systems are born, die and come to birth anew in cycles of activity and rest, as does wo-man. There is a constant flaming out and dying down of activity in every department of nature, corresponding to the alternations of ebb and flow, day and night, summer and winter, life and death. In the beginning of a Day of Manifestation it is taught that a certain Great Being (designated in the Western World by the name of God, but by other names in other parts of the earth) limits Himself to a certain portion of space, in which He elects to create a Solar System for the evolution of added self-consciousness. He includes in His own Being hosts of glorious Hierarchies of, to us, immeasurable spiritual power and splendor. They are the fruitage of past manifestations of this same Being and also other Intelligences, in descending degrees of development down to such as have not reached a stage of consciousness as high as our present humanity, and therefore these latter will not be able to finish their evolution in this System. In God — this great collective Being — there are contained lesser beings of every grade of intelligence and stage of consciousness, from omniscience to an unconsciousness deeper than that of the deepest trance condition. During the period of manifestation with which we are concerned, these various grades of beings are working to acquire more experience than they possessed at the beginning of this period of existence. Those who, in previous manifestations, have attained to the highest degree of development, work on those who have not yet evolved any consciousness. They induce in them a stage of self-consciousness from which they can take up further work themselves. Those who had started their evolution in a former Day of Manifestation, but had not progressed far at the close, now take up their task again, just as we take up our daily work in the morning where we left off the previous night. All the different Beings, however, do not take up their evolution at the early stages of a new manifestation. Some must wait until those who precede them have made the conditions which are necessary for their further development. There are no instantaneous processes in nature. All is an exceedingly slow unfolding, a development which, though so exceedingly slow, is yet absolutely certain to attain ultimate perfection. Just as there are progressive stages in the human life — childhood, youth, manhood or womanhood, and old age — so in the macrocosm there are different stages corresponding to these various periods of the microcosmic life. A child cannot take up the duties of fatherhood or motherhood. Its undeveloped mental and physical condition render it incapable of doing such work. The same is true of the less evolved beings in the beginning of manifestation. They must wait until the higher evolved have made the proper conditions for them. The lower the grade of the intelligence of the evolving being, the more it is dependent upon outside help. At the Beginning, then, the highest Beings — those who are the farthest evolved — work upon those who have the greatest degree of unconsciousness. Later, they turn them over to some of the less evolved entities, who are then able to carry the work a little further. At last self-consciousness is awakened. The evolving life has become Woman-Man. The right eye is controlled by the left brain; it’s male knowledge. Although the right eye “sees” directly to the right brain, this is not what the Egyptians were communicating. It is not the “seeing” but rather the interrupting of the “seeing” information that was important here. It is the left brain that makes this interruption of what is seen; it controls the right side of the body, and vice versa. In the same manner, the Left Eye of Horus, controlled by the right brain, is female knowledge.What happens on one level of reality also happens on every other level; the microcosm and macrocosm behave alike. A revolution occurred during the 20th century in our understanding of the nature of the physical universe. This change is extremely important to religion, for it eliminates a basic conflict between science and religious belief. Prior to this change, our scientific beliefs were based on an approach that was initiated in the 17th century: "We live in a mechanical universe, and we are simply complex machines." This scientific notion that man was purely a mechanical system contradicts what is probably the core of religious belief, namely the idea that mind-like or spirit-like factors can make a difference in human behavior. The religious outlook assumes that a human being, acting on basis of conscious choices, is NOT equivalent to a mechanical system, whose every action is completely determined by direct interaction between tiny neighboring bits of matter. 20th century science, however, has shown that the earlier mechanical concept of reality to be incompatible with empirical facts. To cope with this failure of earlier ideas, physicist made a breakthrough change. Physical theory was converted from a theory about the physical world itself into a theory of WHAT ONE COULD KNOW about the physical world. Human experience was introduced into the theory and made fundamental. This was to be later known as the Copenhagen interpretation. It had drawbacks.For example, while it brought human knowledge into physical theory, it also renounced the possibility of understanding the underlying physical reality. It set our limits of understanding. It was the eminent mathematician John von Neumann and Nobel laureate Eugene Wigner to reincorporate physical reality. They did this by casting the new physics into a theory of the interaction between our conscious thoughts and our physical brains. This was known as von Neumann-Wigner formation of quantum theory, and rationally incorporated conscious thoughts into the basic dynamics. Physics was not yet ready to tackle the problem of interaction between our thoughts and our brain. It was some time before this was scientifically feasible for this kind of proof. Now however, there is a huge and rapidly growing field of experimental data on this question of the connection between minds and brains.
This shift in science is important significance to religion. It removes the basic contradiction between the older scientific claim that human beings are essentially mechanical robots, while religion maintains than man is not ruled by matter alone. The new physics now dynamically entangles our conscious thoughts with the quantum representation of the physical world. There is a plethora of competing theories arising from many disciplines to account for the psychophysical expressions of consciousness in function and structure. The only comprehensive theory must be one that is based in nondualism, and accounts for such self-organizing mindbody manifestations as spontaneous healing or self-recovery, or even the placebo effect. The mind-matter connection is intimately linked to any speculations we can make about alleged mind-over-matter phenomena. In fact all psi phenomena, including such nonlocality demonstrations as the “simple connections” of telepathy, ESP, or synchronicity in general are related to this problem of an underlying or connecting field through which information exchange is instantaneous and unimpeded.The leading contender for such a field, vacuum fluctuation or quantum foam, was proposed by David Bohm. Turbulent motion in this highly excited, subquantal field leads to the emergence from virtuality into actuality of quantum entities which just as quickly dissolve back into the subquantal sea. This same ocean of virtual or metaphysical “stuff” has the property of containing, storing, and transmitting information about the nature of matter and even thought. The observables of nonlocality and psi cry out for some form of interconnection between phenomenon separated in space and/or time. The concept most generally used in physics to account for spatial and temporal interconnection is that of a field. Fields themselves cannot be observed, and so can be considered meta- or beyond physical. Yet the influences propagating through them are observable, eventually. Mind, memory, and consciousness may be such phenomena. Is there one massive holographic field that actually exists in nature in the sense of Bohm’s holomovement? And if so, how does this relate to our consciousness and our relationship to the cosmos. And what is the mechanism by which this universal force interfaces within our organism? When we recognize that we really are that, that nature lies within our deepest structure and function, we come to understand that we are not separate from the whole of creation. We recognize that “I AM THAT I AM.” Everything including ourselves, is deeply connected in one holy movement. The quantum vacuum, the energy-field that characterizes the ground state of the universe, possibly furnishes the indicated ‘fifth field,’ the hidden variables of chaotic yet deterministic micromotion that bootstraps all energy/matter into existence. This plenum could transmit as-yet-unknown effects. This quantum foam, which Wheeler called superspace, consists of a pure massless charge-flux.
We argue, along with Laszlo that, “The conclusion to be derived from the considerations presented here is that the four-demnsional manifold Einstein described as spacetime is likely to be more than a geometrical abstraction. As the energetically superdense quantum vacuum, it may be a physically real field, limiting the velocity of light and other matter-particles and transmittingg a variety of effects, including, but not limited to, gravitation and electromangetism. We may well ask, then, whether the field would also transmit the kind of effects associated with psi.”
Waves of this purely informational (scalar) force could create a potential gradient where quantal motion triggers scalar waves in the vacuum, and these propagate by alternately compressing and rarefying its virtual-particle gas. Scalars are neither ‘light’ nor ‘matter’, but longitudinally propoagating fluctuations below the energy-threshold of particle pair-creation.This produces a self-generating cosmological feedback cycle which translates into interference patterns created by the motion of charged particles modifying the local topology of the vacuum. The modified vacuum field modifies in turn the motion of the particles, (Laszlo, 1993, 1994).Fourier show that any three-dimensional pattern can be analyzed into a set of regular, periodic oscillations that differ only in frequency, amplitude, and phase. Specific waveforms can be exact representations of spatiotemporal objects--thus we have a “Holographic Universe.” Analysis shows that the signals transmitted through the vacuum field are precisely of the psi variety, because information in that field is holographic, and because the propagation of the holographic interference patterns is quasi-instantaneous. Therefore, this virttual field might provide a metaphysical foundation for a broad range of psi phenomena and psychophysical interaction, including self-organization and healing. The quantum vaccum is a highly anomlous universal energy realm of pure potential. It is both the source and destination of all matter in the universe, and thus of any form of consciousness which may emerge through its autopoeitic process. The human brain, with its pronounced and constant state of chaos, could receive and amplify such signals, expressed both consciously and unconsciously in our biophsyical self and our ephemeral thoughts and intuitions.The von-Neumann-Wigner formulation provides the basic logical principles that govern the interaction between thoughts and the brain. It provides prima facie evidence that human thoughts are linked to nature by nonlocal connections. What a person chooses to do in one region seems immediately to effect what is true elsewhere in the universe. This nonlocal aspect can be understood by conceiving the universe to be not a collection of tiny bits of matter, but rather a growing compendium of "bits of information." This profound shift about the nature of reality has not yet sunk in culturally. It will happen by the promotion of understanding of the radical shifts wrought by quantum theory. Most quantum physicists are interested more in applications of quantum theory than in its deep implications. Most now agree that a conception of physical reality is informational in character, not material. Our conscious thoughts ought eventually to be understood within science and that when properly understood, our thoughts will be seen to DO something; they will be efficacious. From what most quantum physicists now understand, certain ontological claims can now be made. 1. The "physical world," as understood in quantum theory, is a store of information, and this information is NOT imbedded in hordes of tiny particles (as they were in classical theory). The information is stored in a mathematically described structure that specifies propensities for certain events to occur. This events (paradigms) include the acquision of information by human agents.2. Conscious events should eventually be understood in science, and these events should be efficacious. They should have a real effect on our actions. The von Neumann-Wigner formulation of quantum theory achieves these ends. It has never been seriously broached in science, not because it was considered unimportant, but because it was deemed too difficult. Pertinent data seemed insufficient and restrictive. This has changed because science has changed.The six sided star in the structural support of the tower incorporates the Duality, Male and Female (Unity), the Blade (upward pointing triangle) and Chalice. The blade represents the Physical, and the Chalice represents the Spiritual realm. It is sometimes referenced as the fire and water triangle as well. Moloch, Chiun and Remphan are all names for the star god, Saturn, whose symbol is a six pointed star formed by two triangles. Saturn was the supreme god of the Chaldeans. The hexagram is referred to the talisman of Saturn. The hexagram was brought to the Jewish people by Solomon when he turned to witchcraft and idolatry after his marriage to Pharaoh’s daughter. It became known as the Seal of Solomon in Egyptian magic and witchcraft. The six pointed star was adopted as the family crest or shield by the Rothschild family during the 19th century,he helped to finance Eiffel. Heavily associated with alchemy, Leo, the Lion, the Double Lion, Routi, refers directly to the Sun as being a source of knowledge. Leo, is one of the constellations of the Zodiac. The Zodiac, is a direct reference to the Sun. The Sun’s position at midday during the time of the Egyptians coincided with the midsummer solstice. Leo was a constellation of the summer.
The theme of Illumination, Knowledge, or Secrets being kept “under the Lion’s Paw” is a recurring motif.There are lions on the first floor belly. The spiral effect the descending forces of the tower, that indicates an expansion of knowledge, and the undulating dance of cosmic forces. Such dualities include:
Asleep/Awake Illness/Health Separation/Unity Male/Female
Left/Right Binding/Loosing Wax/Wane Water/Fire Sun/Moon
Yin/Yang Light/Dark Good/Evil Upper/Lower. If you take it a step further, you notice the dual intertwined snakes form a double helix DNA strand; Serpent DNA specifically. If the serpent is a biological anthropomorphism of DNA, then we can attribute the Ouroboros to cycles of DNA change.Let us examine this slide which I feel holds many secrets. First you have the sun and moon in opposite positions which proves the world has been put on a purposeful pole shift done at the hands of man.
In the East where the sun is supposed to rise you now have the moon or crescent where there is a Brother with a sword with an eagle or falcon upon it where he is shielding his eyes from the light because it is either too bright or he cannot see because he is blinded by the darkness.
In the West where the sun is supposed to set, you now have the sun with a brother who can see clearly what is going on as he holds the staff and serpent.
In the middle is the LORD OR LORDS and KING OF KINGS who represent the union of both and has risen above the Abyss on the wings of destiny. The Phoenix or Rex Mundi who represents not only the union of East and West, but also AS ABOVE SO BELOW.
So what does it mean?
The microcosm is oneself, and the macrocosm is the universe. The macrocosm is as the microcosm, and vice versa; within each lies the other, and through understanding one you can understand the other. The primary idea behind this is that the “above” refers to what is visible in the sky. The below, refers to Earth. This creates an equality as it explains how the Earth is a microcosm of the configuration of the planets in the solar system. It draws the connection that the Earth is affected by planetary orbits. This concept also affects various levels of reality: physical, emotional, and mental What happens on any level happens on every other.
The concept has not only been a practice, but an attempt to replicate and do a better job then YHWH himself. This is why alchemy and astrology play such an important role in the Illuminati.
In Alchemy, there is a process which Mercury and Lead can supposedly turned to Gold. The Gold isn’t the main goal. It’s to understand the process of how mercury or lead changes into gold. Man wants to replicate and modify what is on the Earth into their standards.
The same goes for Astrology. The elite not only observe all of the astrological signs, but use them to construct the architecture of this tower.
There will come a time when it will have been in vain that Egyptians have honored the Godhead with heartfelt piety and service; and all our holy worship will be fruitless and ineffectual. The Elohim will return from earth to heaven; Egypt will be forsaken, and the land which was once the home of religion will be left desolate, bereft of the presence of its deities.
They will no longer love this world around us, this incomparable work of YHWH, this glorious structure which HE has built, this sum of good made up of many diverse forms, this instrument whereby the will of YHWH operates in that which he has made, ungrudgingly favoring man’s welfare.
Darkness will be preferred to light, and death will be thought more profitable than life; no one will raise his eyes to heaven; the pious will be deemed insane, the impious wise; the madman will be thought a brave man, and the wicked will be esteemed as good.
As for the soul, and the belief that it is immortal by nature, or may hope to attain to immortality, as I have taught you; all this they will mock, and even persuade themselves that it is false. No word of reverence or piety, no utterance worthy of heaven, will be heard or believed.
And so the Elohiym will depart from mankind – a grievous thing and only evil angels will remain, who will mingle with men, and drive the poor wretches into all manner of reckless crime, into wars, and robberies, and frauds, and all things hostile to the nature of the soul.
Then will the earth tremble, and the sea bear no ships; heaven will not support the stars in their orbits, all voices of the Elohiym will be forced into silence; the fruits of the Earth will rot; the soil will turn barren, and the very air will sicken with sullen stagnation; all things will be disordered and awry, all good will disappear.
But when all this has befallen, then YHWH the Creator of all things will look on that which has come to pass, and will stop the disorder by the counterforce of his will, which is the good. HE will call back to the right path those who have gone astray; he will cleanse the world of evil, washing it away with floods, burning it out with the fiercest fire, and expelling it with war and pestilence.The double tetrahedron visible in the structural's forms of the tower can be referred to as the interdimensional vehicle for travel, the Merkaba. It also incorporates the Duality, Male and Female, the Blade (upward pointing triangle) and Chalice. The blade represents the Physical, and the Chalice represents the Spiritual realm. The Star of Solomon can also represent Jerusalem.The Square and Compass is the Blade and Chalice, God and Goddess in the act of Creation, and within the Star we find the Heavenly Luminaries or the Eyes or Spirits of God (the Planets). The symbols on the star represent the astrological portion of the symbol, Jupiter, Venus, the Moon, Mercury, Mars and Saturn, with the Sun being at the center. Zoroaster’ teachings mentioned earlier in the thread as Thoth or Hermes, would be responsible for the seven petal flower depicted at the center.
Zoom and look closer at these men. They are leaving the dimension we live in and entering somewhere else. Or is it the other way? You do not know which dimension is real, or whether both are. You are drawn to them, to speak with them, to walk with them. You are about to enter ... the twilight zone.
This PANO-vision of a photo is submitted as an entry in the SEMI-Annual "Kick Out the Winter Blues" contest being held over at the PANO-Vision group. Join in and play along!
Today's story and sketch "by me" started very casual I was enjoying a great cup of hot Ovaltine with little marshmallows floating on top. Anticipating that at any moment the Man Cave delivery door bell would ring signaling our Moon Pie Delivery had arrived with from the Moon Pie bakery in Chattanooga Tennessee, But when I drove the forklift out on the loading dock expecting to see Sonotey in the interdimensional moon pie delivery van, it was not Sonotey. Sonotey once saved Rescue Randy on the Planet Organder. Rescue Randy was testing the first experimental "ITB" Intergalactic Transporter Beanie, the Beanie had lost all of Rescue Randy's cerebral cortex messages, which sent the "WCYGC" error message to Randy's brain, Randy hadn't yet read the entire twelve pages of the manufacturers warnings and disclaimers, which he found out later WCYGC,was "Wholly Crap Your Gonna Crash", and he did. Randy fell out of the dimension seven worm hole, at a speed Randy estimates was two thousand miles an hour before hitting the Planet Organder's atmosphere, where he lost consciousness. Sonotey was fishing on the bank of Lake Mooncalf when he watched the incoming meteor, which as you can probably guess was not an asteroid or meteor, it was Randy's Burning, Crash Test Dummy Flight Suit, which is made from the same Fireproof Material used in the Man Cave Huggy Bear Pajamas. That are for sale in the Man Cave Posse Protectors Of The Galaxy Gift Shop. Sonotey realized it was not a Meteor, when he saw arms flailing as Randy was skimming the Lakes surface like a firey stone with arms and legs. Randy came to a stop and sank eight feet from shore, when Randy rolled face up Sonotey recognized Randy, having read dozens of the Rescue Randy Crash Test Dummy Adventure Novels. He knew he had to open Randy's back pack and follow the resurrection instructions, which he did and helped Randy's recovery, afterwards Randy secured him a job delivering moon pies. Today at the delivery door was Reggie a member of "ICAHI" the Intergalactic crimes against humanity investigators. He wanted help capturing Maude a Beaked Softhead, Reggie had never busted a Softhead who had escaped from The Flip Flop Resort's maximum security prison, as you can see Cosmo arriving at the Oceanside Pier to assist Reggie, I hope to have more on the bust soon, until then taa ta the Rod Blog
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Salutations everyone, Jones here with a bit of a request.
So, I am currently working on a Dimensio series and wanted to feature some other members of the group but wasn't sure how to go about asking...
Then I saw pip's casting call and decided to do the same thing as him. Except a bit more...
Jones-ish...
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All you have to do is simply leave a comment below stating that you want to be in. And please be sure to include a link to your Flickr Fighter. And if you wish to merely take advantage of our cameo offer please state so.
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This is Gasglow Jones wishing you all a good night and I'll see you in the multiverse!"
Spider-Gwen: Ghost-Spider (2018-) # 1
A SPIDER-GEDDON TIE IN! What? You thought we were done with Gwen Stacy after the first two landmark volumes of her series?! GET OUTTA HERE. It’s a whole new spin on Gwen and her world of Earth-65, brought to you by none other than SEANAN MCGUIRE & ROSI KÄMPE! We pick up with Gwen right where we left her – fighting crime through her home reality, unaware that it sits on the precipice of interdimensional calamity! Someone’s gonna be late to band practice…
X-Men: Black - Juggernaut (2018) # 1
NOTHING CAN STOP THE JUGGERNAUT…until now. What has finally stopped Cain Marko in his tracks? You'll have to see to believe, but we can promise you it's gonna involve nothing but punching for the Juggernaut! PLUS: Part 4 of X-MEN BLACK: APOCALYPSE!
Return Of Wolverine (2018-) # 2 (of 5)
Logan is alive again — let’s see if he can stay that way!
Spider-Geddon (2018-) # 2 (of 5)
The Inheritors have made landfall and have drawn first blood. Now the Spiders have to gather their army and start their missions. But can it possibly be enough for an incredibly powerful family that eat Spider-People?
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers # 32
In the aftermath of Shattered Grid, the New Power Rangers are losing their powers just as the face of their terrifying new enemy is revealed!
Revenge of Wonderland # 4
As vast changes spread and wreak havoc in the world of dreams, Calie comes face to face with the latest incarnation of one of Wonderland’s most twisted denizens ever created by the realm of madness...the new and improved caterpillar. A caterpillar whom for every victim he adds another piece to his body. A body in which Calie Liddle may find herself as its latest addition. Meanwhile, a captive Violet learns first-hand what the Duchess and Wonderland really wants and the truth of what they are after may very well drive Violet insane.
Tinseltown # 4
Abigail and Tennessee Dan go undercover in "No Man's Land" looking for Abigail's missing friend. With danger around every corner, the duo stumble onto something sinister and get in more trouble than they bargained for.
Vampirella: Roses For The Dead # 2
After avoiding a lethal clash with the Witch Evily, Vampirella continues to track down a serial sexual predator. Joining forces with Evily, they both decide that there is strength in numbers. Meanwhile, dark forces conspire to unleash an ancient demonic presence to destroy our united heroines.
The multiverse is often wobbly, with weakened vibrational frequency barriers revealing parallels most bizarre.
While Earth-616 was familiar with Robert Frank, a speedster super-hero of World War II, the Avengers were in for a surprise when they encountered another Whizzer, James Sanders, of the Squadron Sinister,* who was in fact a group artificially created by the Grandmaster to mimic the Squadron Supreme* of Earth-712, in which there is a third speedster called the Whizzer, Stanley Stewart!
It is Stanley Stewart that we consider in this photo.
As a result of exposure to the mutagenic effects of a fogbank of unknown nature, Stanley Stewart possesses superhuman speed, stamina, and reflexes.
When moving at subsonic speed, the Stewart Whizzer can create cyclones (by running in circles); run up walls and across water.
The character has limited immunity to the effects of friction (Stewart wears goggles to protect his eyes), although still generates normal fatigue poisons. As a result, Stewart must consume large amounts of calories and rest after using his superhuman speed powers extensively.
The heroic Whizzer and the Squadron Supreme have another series of skirmishes with the Avengers engineered by the group the Serpent Cartel, but eventually team together and prevent the use of the artifact the Serpent Crown.
The character and his teammates briefly feature in the title Thor, when the evil version of Hyperion attacks the Earth-712 version and then Thunder God Thor.
The Squadron are mind-controlled by the entities the Over-Mind and Null the Living Darkness, but are freed by the Defenders and aid the heroes in defeating the villains.
The character features with the Squadron Supreme in a self-titled 12-issue miniseries (Sept. 1985 – Aug. 1986) by writer Mark Gruenwald.
The series also explains why there are the Squadrons Sinister and Supreme are similar: the Grandmaster creates the Squadron Sinister modelled on the already-existing Squadron Supreme of the Earth-712 universe.
Gruenwald, Ryan, and inker Al Williamson created a graphic-novel sequel which maroons the team in the mainstream Marvel universe. The Whizzer and teammates encounter the hero Quasar, and relocate to the government facility Project Pegasus.
The entire Squadron Supreme appear in a two-part story with the Avengers that finally returns them to their home universe, where they disband for a time. The Whizzer rejoins his teammates to aid the interdimensional team the Exiles.
Stanley Stewart is a native of the alternate Earth (Earth-712 or Earth-S) on which the organization of the superhuman champions known as the Squadron Supreme arose.
Stewart had become a postal worker, marrying his wife Madeline and raising his daughter, Tina.
However, when passing through a fogbank of unknown origin, Stewart found himself capable of moving at superhuman speeds. Stewart became the masked champion known as the Whizzer.
As the Whizzer, Stewart had a highly successful career as a crimefighter. Eventually, the Whizzer became a founding member of the Squadron Supreme.
Stewart participated in all of the Squadron's activities, including its decision to implement their "Utopia Program," whereby they intended to eliminate all the major problems besetting their nation, such as crime and hunger.
Stewart also joined several members of the team in publicly revealing their identities as a gesture of good faith.
After several months of implementing the program, the Squadron was openly opposed by the Redeemers, a team dedicated to opposing the Squadron's "Utopian" rule.
The battle was devastating, and the Squadron was convinced to dismantle the Utopia Program.
Before the Squadron could fully dismantle their program, a white being of immense size began to grow and threaten to devour the Sun. Members of the Squadron, including the Whizzer, sought help from various avenues and boarded a space ship to battle their mysterious foe.
The threat was thwarted thanks to Arcanna's newborn son, but when the team tried to return to Earth, they found themselves exiled to the Avengers' reality. Stewart stood by the other Squadron members during their time trapped on Earth.
Later, when the Squadron had been duped into attacking the Avengers by Imus Champion, the Avengers found themselves able to use one of Champion's pieces of equipment to send the Squadron back to their native dimension.
The team returned to find their world completely different than they had left it. The people of Earth-S had grown weary of the constant natural, political, and social upheavals that had plagued the world in recent years, largely because of the presence of the Squadron.
Instead, they elected leaders into a Global Directorate with far-reaching and invasive political powers. The enigmatic Mysterium implored the Squadron to fix what had begun by their Utopia efforts, charging them with re-forming the founding members of their team.
The new Squadron thought Master Menace to be the power behind the tyrannical regime, but found him to be only a pawn of the Global Directorate.
The Squadron rescued Menace and returned him to their new headquarters on Utopia Isle, which was left abandoned by the Power Princess' people.
The team dedicated themselves to their new role, that of freedom fighters and champions of the oppressed.
⚡ Happy 🎯 Heroclix 💫 Friday! 👽
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Secret Identity: Stanley Stewart
Publisher: Marvel
First appearance: The Avengers #85 (Mar. 1971)
Created by: Roy Thomas (Writer)
John Buscema (Artist)
* The Squadron (Supreme or Sinister) is a pastiche of DC Comic's Justice League. Before the classic JLA Avengers crossover finally happened in 2003, there were several false starts. Not caring to wait any longer, Marvel writers created this very thinly veiled JLA 'homage' and pitted them against the Avengers.
I remember the Vitruvian man fascinating and disturbing me as a child during the opening credits for World in action. I'm always looking for symmetrical features to sit in the middle of my camera rotation shots and he stands perfectly. I hope da Vinci would be happy with this futuristic version of the Vitruvian man.
Firstly I surrounded the man with a partial ball in an app I have on my phone. Transferred the image to my tablet and framed him so he lay dead centre. Next zoomed in and framed for both of the beam parts. The green then the white and red. Next framed and focused for the camera rotation part and lastly for the pcb.
Tested out exposure and placement for all the components and lights off.
Exposed the PCB backlit with my tablet for 8 seconds and cap on and moved the board. zoomed out to 17mm and re focused for the ball containing Vitruvious and exposed for 2 seconds. Cap on Zoomed back to 50mm, changed the images on the tablet to the beams and exposed those for three seconds each. Cap on. Lastly back to 17mm and focused for the rotate part which was my usual green and red Perspex with some spirals of rainbow paper. A single burst of snooted flash camera left on 1/128 power for every 30 degrees of rotate.
That was number 26 of my 365.
It's PICkeRs* night at Bijou Planks!
Prince Kamehame is a veteran Choujin (A superhuman) who trained Kinnikuman! Kinnikuman refers to Prince Kamehame as Master.
Prince Kamehame wrestles in singles and in the Muscle Brothers Tag Team with Kinnikuman where they often face their arch-rivals Black Hole and Pentagon!
Prince Kamehame also goes by Kinnikuman Great. His entrance theme is "Tetsujin Kamehame" (Iron Man Kamehame).
Prince Kamehame had a streak of 999 title defenses. Can he regain the title* and make another run at the perfect 1,000 at Bijou Planks fight nights?
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
PICkeRs = Paprihaven Interdimensional Championship Rasslin!
I love these hours alone
I do not like them.
Like them, I am slow to divine
meaning from change, meaning
I love you & remembering
waking next to you like a white gull against a white sky
become blue
I feel detached, although I realize
this is the drift of happiness it is not my choice
yes I like you
for it.
From Memory at These Speeds by Jane Miller
Best Viewed Large On Black - Otaki Beach, Kapiti Coast, New Zealand [?]
All I see everywhere are freaky branching patterns. Fresh new ones and old decaying ones. The older I get the more I see the ubiquitous pattern rather than the superficial detail. If we had longer life spans or were slightly more "intelligent" and wise, we would culturally become more predisposed to recognising the bigger picture, longer scale patterns and see that this world is ridiculously and very suspiciously limited.
Limited by the interdimensional aliens (that phase in and out of our 'physical reality' as they please) that control our reality and that have domesticated and abuse all humans - just as humans do with cows, chickens and foie gras geese. We call it normal and reality.
It seems like everyone intuitively knows this but they dont want to admit it or think about it and prefer to stay in denial and pretend that society isn't utterly insane.
Voluntary submission, almost entirely by manipulated consent, through generations of deception, and resulting ignorance and ease of coercion is - for reasons that go against the conventional perception of reality - required for these alien beings to take power from humans and humanity in direct form through emotional energy (its where the term "feeds on fear" comes from - its not a metaphor) and they indirectly take power and manipulate consent from us through modern money (created and enacted around late 19th century to early 20th) which is a legally binding agreement to debt and voluntary forfeit of your personal sovereignty. We have agreed to it. This is what laws are/have become and what the money is, they are consent forms to enslavement, not co-operation.
It sounds out-there, I know, but this is the big picture I have gleaned from broad research and personal experience. Do you think geese can fully understand what fois gras is and why some humans want it and pay so much for it? Im a sane person living in an insane sick society. And now its hard to know what to do with this information. Pretending everything is normal sure isnt working.
The picture is oil on a road. But as always, it is whatever you think it is.
A little atom splitting at my kitchen table this evening. It was ok though. I managed to stick it back together again with electric tape and rainbow glue. Happy days.
This is number 266 of my 365.
I don't usually do shit like this without a lego build, but whatever. fuck it, right?
SPOOPERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
I don’t really know what to say. I’m writing this hours after seeing fant4stic and still trying to process this...I hesitate to call it a movie. There are parts that are definitely a movie, and an interesting movie, even. It’s DEFINITELY not a fantastic four movie. Like, not in the slightest. I’m not really sure what to describe it as, honestly. Ok, but enough stalling, what did I actually think of this movie?
Well… I think it has a great 1st act. The build up to them going into the machine was well done, all the actors have chemistry, and it felt like an adventure. And when they get into the other dimensions...planet...thing, they don’t really explain it, it’s really cool. Shot well, interesting color, and it feels like an adventure!
Then everything goes to shit. It really feels like two completely different movies taped together. Actually, no. It feels like one movie was in development about interdimensional travel, then they cut it in half and stuck a bunch of random plot ideas about the fantastic four in there, that don’t feel in any way like the fantastic four, and just shoved it out the door without any thought about, well, anything! It’s shocking how incoherent the second and third acts are compared to the first. There’s a point where the film jumps ahead a year for no real reason. No one feels developed past that point, it’s just, uhg.
But now for my biggest problem with this film. WHERE THE FUCK IS THE THINGS COCK?! Like, this is just one of those decisions you have to think about all the people who were ok with it. Like, the director, art designer, producer, and studio executives all had to think, “Huh, it’s not weird or awkward at all for him not to have a schlong. We should put that in a film!” And they don’t even explain it! It’s just not there! They have this talk at the end about how everything is going to be ok, and how they’re going to be a team or some bullshit, and all I can think of is, “dude, you don’t have a fucking dick!” Like, was it that hard to stick a pair of pants or shorts of something on him? You absolutely had to go with weird dickless thing? It’s so fucking distracting that any scene with him is instantly ruined by his lack of junk. Also his voice sucks.
The other character that got royally fucked in this film was doctor doom. I saw this with my dad, and when he showed up in all his rubber suited glory, he whispered to me and said, “This is the worst thing in the film.” Well, it’s certainly not dr doom, but I honestly kind of liked it, whatever it was. It kind of reminded me of a monster from dr who in a weird way. Its mouth never moves when he talks, and it’s just kinda creepy in a way I can’t really explain. Like I said, it’s not dr doom in any way shape or form, but it was kind of cool, whatever it was. It also has the weirdest set of powers I’ve ever seen. One scene he has telekinesis, then he has these high pitched screams that explode peoples heads, then he’s a fucking earth-bender for some reason. He like merged with the planet thing and that’s why he has these powers, but it’s not explained at all.
Other than the fucking up of those two beloved comic characters, the rest of the film just feels like a mess. Like I said, there’s such a disconnect between the first act and the last two acts, it just leaves you confused as to what the hell happened here. There are some horror stories from the set about the director not showing up and being on some kind of substance whilst filming, which wouldn't be surprising to me, since this feels like it had 5 or 6 directors. Don’t want to gossip, just saying that I could see this reshot by different directors and not really knowing what to do with the script. Chunks feel missing from the movie, and it just doesn't mesh in so many places.
I love the fantastic four, guys, so it’s hard that this doesn't work as much as it does. I can tell you now, there will not be a fant4stic fant2stic any time soon. But on the upside, congrats to Disney/marvel when they announce in a month that they got the rights back!
Also, one other random note, there was a trailer for that Goosebumps movie with jack black in it, and aside from it looking like absolute shite, please don’t support this movie! It’s blatantly stealing from gravity falls, one of my favorite shows on right now, and it’s just not cool to do
Name: Archangel
Title: The Gate Guardian
Class: Empire Guardian
House: Famine
Abilities: Archangel can travel between alternate universes and states of being especially quickly, and is able to naturally sense ripples in spacetime that result from interdimensional travel. Also one of the few aeonyx who has the ability to naturally create false aeonyx which have a similar look.
Can create energy appendages and weapons for a short amount of time.
Weapons: Self created. usually spears and arms.
Physical appearance. Angelic, erogenous
Gender Pronouns: Formal non-binary. thou, thee. Those above simply use regular you, your.
Bio: Archangel is one of the guardians to the Aeonyx empire.The main duties that Archangel has is travelling throughout the multiverse to close possible pathways that could lead to the discovery of the aeonyx. Archangel is allowed to create false aeonyx to guard some of these pathways. Archangel has failed in one occasion, and opposed the empire in one other occasion. Both of these incidents, he was punished by removing a sixth of his power. Thus, whenever archangel appears physically, two of his wings appear bound and injured.
Archangel's ability is deemed useful, which is why they were not completely imprisoned or destroyed.
Gentleman Ghost
Alias: Jim Craddock
Powers: Spectral ability to turn invisible and incorporeal,
renders any body part who touches him deathly cold,
Teleportation, Adequate marksmanship with antique flintlock pistols, Interdimensional travel, Spectral energy projection.
Arch Enemy: Hawkman and Hawkgirl
The Legions link to the spectral side of the universe.
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With some Haiku Notes:
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Other dimensions
providing information,
just don't look; but see.
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Take aim and you'll see
truth behind reality
in both yin and yang
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It's all in your mind
concentrate and be mindful
sense reality
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The Noble Eightfold Path describes the way to the end of suffering, as it was laid out by Siddhartha Gautama. It is a practical guideline to ethical and mental development with the goal of freeing the individual from attachments and delusions; and it finally leads to understanding the truth about all things. Together with the Four Noble Truths it constitutes the gist of Buddhism. Great emphasis is put on the practical aspect, because it is only through practice that one can attain a higher level of existence and finally reach Nirvana. The eight aspects of the path are not to be understood as a sequence of single steps, instead they are highly interdependent principles that have to be seen in relationship with each other.
1. Right View
Right view is the beginning and the end of the path, it simply means to see and to understand things as they really are and to realise the Four Noble Truth. As such, right view is the cognitive aspect of wisdom. It means to see things through, to grasp the impermanent and imperfect nature of worldly objects and ideas, and to understand the law of karma and karmic conditioning. Right view is not necessarily an intellectual capacity, just as wisdom is not just a matter of intelligence. Instead, right view is attained, sustained, and enhanced through all capacities of mind. It begins with the intuitive insight that all beings are subject to suffering and it ends with complete understanding of the true nature of all things. Since our view of the world forms our thoughts and our actions, right view yields right thoughts and right actions.
2. Right Intention
While right view refers to the cognitive aspect of wisdom, right intention refers to the volitional aspect, i.e. the kind of mental energy that controls our actions. Right intention can be described best as commitment to ethical and mental self-improvement. Buddha distinguishes three types of right intentions: 1. the intention of renunciation, which means resistance to the pull of desire, 2. the intention of good will, meaning resistance to feelings of anger and aversion, and 3. the intention of harmlessness, meaning not to think or act cruelly, violently, or aggressively, and to develop compassion.
3. Right Speech
Right speech is the first principle of ethical conduct in the eightfold path. Ethical conduct is viewed as a guideline to moral discipline, which supports the other principles of the path. This aspect is not self-sufficient, however, essential, because mental purification can only be achieved through the cultivation of ethical conduct. The importance of speech in the context of Buddhist ethics is obvious: words can break or save lives, make enemies or friends, start war or create peace. Buddha explained right speech as follows: 1. to abstain from false speech, especially not to tell deliberate lies and not to speak deceitfully, 2. to abstain from slanderous speech and not to use words maliciously against others, 3. to abstain from harsh words that offend or hurt others, and 4. to abstain from idle chatter that lacks purpose or depth. Positively phrased, this means to tell the truth, to speak friendly, warm, and gently and to talk only when necessary.
4. Right Action
The second ethical principle, right action, involves the body as natural means of expression, as it refers to deeds that involve bodily actions. Unwholesome actions lead to unsound states of mind, while wholesome actions lead to sound states of mind. Again, the principle is explained in terms of abstinence: right action means 1. to abstain from harming sentient beings, especially to abstain from taking life (including suicide) and doing harm intentionally or delinquently, 2. to abstain from taking what is not given, which includes stealing, robbery, fraud, deceitfulness, and dishonesty, and 3. to abstain from sexual misconduct. Positively formulated, right action means to act kindly and compassionately, to be honest, to respect the belongings of others, and to keep sexual relationships harmless to others. Further details regarding the concrete meaning of right action can be found in the Precepts.
5. Right Livelihood
Right livelihood means that one should earn one's living in a righteous way and that wealth should be gained legally and peacefully. The Buddha mentions four specific activities that harm other beings and that one should avoid for this reason: 1. dealing in weapons, 2. dealing in living beings (including raising animals for slaughter as well as slave trade and prostitution), 3. working in meat production and butchery, and 4. selling intoxicants and poisons, such as alcohol and drugs. Furthermore any other occupation that would violate the principles of right speech and right action should be avoided.
6. Right Effort
Right effort can be seen as a prerequisite for the other principles of the path. Without effort, which is in itself an act of will, nothing can be achieved, whereas misguided effort distracts the mind from its task, and confusion will be the consequence. Mental energy is the force behind right effort; it can occur in either wholesome or unwholesome states. The same type of energy that fuels desire, envy, aggression, and violence can on the other side fuel self-discipline, honesty, benevolence, and kindness. Right effort is detailed in four types of endeavours that rank in ascending order of perfection: 1. to prevent the arising of unarisen unwholesome states, 2. to abandon unwholesome states that have already arisen, 3. to arouse wholesome states that have not yet arisen, and 4. to maintain and perfect wholesome states already arisen.
7. Right Mindfulness
Right mindfulness is the controlled and perfected faculty of cognition. It is the mental ability to see things as they are, with clear consciousness. Usually, the cognitive process begins with an impression induced by perception, or by a thought, but then it does not stay with the mere impression. Instead, we almost always conceptualise sense impressions and thoughts immediately. We interpret them and set them in relation to other thoughts and experiences, which naturally go beyond the facticity of the original impression. The mind then posits concepts, joins concepts into constructs, and weaves those constructs into complex interpretative schemes. All this happens only half consciously, and as a result we often see things obscured. Right mindfulness is anchored in clear perception and it penetrates impressions without getting carried away. Right mindfulness enables us to be aware of the process of conceptualisation in a way that we actively observe and control the way our thoughts go. Buddha accounted for this as the four foundations of mindfulness: 1. contemplation of the body, 2. contemplation of feeling (repulsive, attractive, or neutral), 3. contemplation of the state of mind, and 4. contemplation of the phenomena.
8. Right Concentration
The eighth principle of the path, right concentration, refers to the development of a mental force that occurs in natural consciousness, although at a relatively low level of intensity, namely concentration. Concentration in this context is described as one-pointedness of mind, meaning a state where all mental faculties are unified and directed onto one particular object. Right concentration for the purpose of the eightfold path means wholesome concentration, i.e. concentration on wholesome thoughts and actions. The Buddhist method of choice to develop right concentration is through the practice of meditation. The meditating mind focuses on a selected object. It first directs itself onto it, then sustains concentration, and finally intensifies concentration step by step. Through this practice it becomes natural to apply elevated levels concentration also in everyday situations.
An Additional Haiku Note:
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Take time be aware
we are no-thing but our thoughts
so said the Buddha
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Personal Thoughts from August 07, 1976
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Energy is one.
Individuals are parts of that one.
Individuals through a source such as Love
(or other emotion or virtue) are one.
Thoughts are a source of energy.
Energy is neither created or destroyed.
Thoughts are neither created or destroyed.
Individuals are tuned-in to thoughts.
We do not think; we experience thought.
Our level of development is how we use
these thoughts to experience other
thoughts.
We are actually experiencing energies.
Our level of development is how we can
tune-in to these energies.
Our true purpose is to think and develop;
think and develop; become the source of energy.
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Disfrutando de esta Serie Artística que trata sobre los Contactos con Seres de Otras Dimensiones, los llamados Extraterrestres o Aliens, los Alienígenas que se pasean por La Tierra, expresiones de observación en sus caras, existen distintas versiones sobe sus intenciones, algunos nos dicen que son buenas y oros que son malas, por mi parte sólo me gusta Pintar su existencia ente nosotros, algún día cercano sabremos mucho más sobre ellos, también es conveniente tener claro que forman un amplio catálogo de variadas especies que seguro ienen diversidad de intereses, Ellos llegan con sus naves, los llamados Ovnis, Orbes, o Uaps y también pueden venir del espacio exterior, del mismo interior del planeta o de desconocidas dimensiones. Con acuarelas sensoriales estoy pintando esta interesante Colección de Arte que se nutre de la Plástica creativa, Pintura del artista pintor Ernest Descals sobre papel.
We positioned the wrestlers in a tag team set-up to get a feel for the scale. It looks good to us compared to arena shots.
Next up we'll need to add the base corners for the remaining ring height, a ring apron, and the turnbuckle covers.
Then we will construct the two sets of corner stairs.
Finally we will tackle painting the PICkeRs (Paprihaven Interdimensional Championship Rasslin) logo on the center of the mat.
That will complete the ring, and we will then need to construct the ring area which will consist of the crowd barricade, the announcers table and various objects that usually end up around a ring, like folding chairs.
We also want an entrance ramp and entrance arch, with something like the Titantron. And of course we'll need a crowd background.
A lot still to do, so we're happy we went ahead and got a good start. 😊
Today's story and sketch "by me", started mid morning while enjoying a Moon Pie and hot cup of Ovaltine, with little Marshmallows on top, Which is a very nutritious mid morning pickmeup snack, guaranteed to improve your lighting quick reflexes, if you happen to want and maintain lighting quick reflexes, you should consider becoming a member of the "MCPPOE", Man Cave Posse Protectors Of Earth society. Like our newest member Cosdick one of Cosmos brothers, who is proving to be an excellent crash site investigator. I sent Cosdick to a crash site as soon as I received a call from the "FAA" Flying Aliens Association, that a spacecraft was down. you see him at the site of another pilotless flying saucer, that surely be proven to have had an XP22 Comfy Jelly Seat, which dissolved it's occupant. Above you see Cosmo arriving in his Interdimensional Stratolounger, to make sure Cosdick does not come in contact with the jellitinized pilots DNA, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Eruei wanted the ultimate assistant to have infinitely extensible limbs, so tried to develop a system in which most of the length of them would be stored in an alternative dimension. Didn't work, and the model he was using colapsed into the nothingness.
Or so it seemed, as Aigara and her friends would find parts of it around their travels. Will something happen if all its parts get reunited?
MOC nº: 036.
Creation order: ???.
Title: Doll Warper.
Nickname: "Womi" (by Aigara).
Color trait: Transparent Light Blue.
Functionality: Failure (originally Assistance).
Abilities: Interdimensional gates connecting its body parts.
Current state: Unknown.
Location: Advent City.
Date: December 31st 2019.
“Jones?.. JONES!!!”
I jolted awake to find Fluxx staring me in the face while odd sounding electronic music filled my ears
Oh right. New years eve party… Joy…
“What time is it?” I asked groggily.
“Eleven fifty. Ten minutes til new years!” He replied excitedly.
“Right. Roaring twenties here we come…” I said trying to sound enthused.
I decided to get up off the couch and mingle a bit in order to stay awake since courtesy of the previous night’s activity it was proving to be a difficult task.
The IDPD had been on high alert lately due to continued abductions and had to bring in members of the criminal rehabilitation program to assist with the field research. Chief had finally managed to pry some info out of Huxley and learned that Gravestein had reached out to several multidimensional outlaws and fortune hunters. Providing “power enhancement” in exchange for gathering “test subjects” from various dimensions. Chief assumed the criminal community was simply unaware of Gravestein’s defeat and set up an “update” to where any crooks were to meet the Doctor. Stationing a few undercover officers at the location.
But I had a feeling something else was going on. It wasn’t just monsters and metabeings disappearing. Average humans were vanishing as well.
The most recent being my old “frenemy” as Fluxx called it, Maria Morfran who had gone missing while on holiday in London.
It all seemed very odd and I was about to go mad from the sleepless nights of research and tracking.
Which leads to why I’m at this party to begin with. To try and unwind.
“Bonsoir Count!” Said one of my teammates as he approached me. I recognized them to be one of the fellows I met on Halloween.
“Ah, le Professeur. Comment allez-vous ce soir?” I replied matching his French. And for those of you who aren’t fond of linguistics I essentially said ‘how are you this evening.’
“Fair. Which is likely better than you given your appearance. Stressful assignment from the Interdimensional task force?”
“You have no idea…” I said with a yawn. “Say, did you get those journals I sent you?”
“Indeed. They were most informative. And you’ll be happy to hear that I completed my study and destroyed the last vial of Dracula’s blood over the weekend. Quite a tedious process.”
“Good riddance!” I exclaimed with a sigh of relief. “You’d be amazed at how many times that blasted strigoi has been resurrected thanks to that blood…”
Just then we were interrupted by one of our armoured cooperatives whom I believe goes by the name Rongzero.
“Come on you guys, it’s almost midnight!” He exclaimed pushing us over to where everyone else was.
“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen…” they started counting. And as they did I started feeling strange.
“Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen…”
A thumping sound started pounding in the back of my head. Wait, was that, my heartbeat? I haven’t heard that since-
“Thirteen, twelve, eleven…”
I quickly leaned up against the wall as I started feeling dizzy and my vision became blurred. The light of the room seeming to get brighter and brighter.
“TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!”
The thumping became more rapid now and my ears started ringing.
“SIX! FIVE! FOUR!”
All the pain culminated into what felt like two daggers being shoved into my wrist.
“THREE… TWO… ONE…”
the pain was finally too much and as everyone shouted ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR’ I fainted.
When I opened my eyes I found myself back in my lair lying on my bed. All the pain having ceased entirely as though it were simply a nightmare.
“Somebody must’ve spiked the punch…” I muttered as i climbed out of bed and shifted to the living room. Bypassing the stairs. There I found Fluxx passed out floating slightly above the couch.
He looked as though he had been there a while.
“You alright mate?”
Fluxx jumped at my words. groggily opening his eyes and standing up.
“I should be asking you that… You’ve been out for a few hours now…” He stated while groggily rubbing his eyes.
“Well no need to worry mate. I feel fine now.” I said cheerfully. “In fact I feel absolutely splendid! I must’ve been farther behind on sleep than I thought.”
“Good, I’ll give the others a text that-“
Fluxx stopped mid sentence as he slipped on his glasses and stared at me in surprise.
“Jones? Are you partially shifted or something?”
“No, not at the moment. Why?”
“Well your face is sorta pale and uh…”
Flux trailed off as he motioned behind me to the mirror above the mantle of the fireplace.
I turned around to see… Nothing. Well, I saw Fluxx and everything in the room but not myself.
“As if you didn’t already look like a vampire…” Fluxx said with a nervous laugh trying to lighten the mood.
“I am afraid this is no laughing matter Fluxx…” I said turning around and walking into the next room. Motioning for Fluxx to follow.
we entered my study and I reached under the edge of my desk. I flipped the small brass toggle switch and with a loud hiss and clicking of clockwork the door to the room we just came from appeared to slide along the wall, around the corner and onto the other wall, revealing a library with a series of bookshelves that curved around the ceiling in a way that looked to defy gravity.
While my companion gazed in awe of the architecture I walked over to the first shelf and pulled out an old bestiary, then back into the study and sat down at the desk. (Flipping the switch again to return the door to it’s original location.)
“Let’s see… Sphinxes, Spiriduși, Spriggans, Squonks…” I muttered reading off the index.
“What in the world is a squonk?” Fluxx interjected. looking over my shoulder at the text he likely couldn’t read.
“Oh, a rather sad little critter with a monstrous and wrinkly appearance.” I answered as I flipped over to the V section when I didn’t see strigoi listed under S. Legend says they can cry themselves into a puddle of tears to evade capture. Now then… Valkyrie, Valravns… Ah, here we are. Vampires. Page 1487…”
I turned to the page number only to find it was missing from the book. and in it’s place was a note. Written in elegant cursive on parchment that looked older than any man alive.
“That wretched knave…” I cursed as I deciphered the text which was written in Romanian. it essentially said “Your books won’t help you my child. Your fate is sealed.” – Contele Dracula.
“Fluxx, where does the Professor live?" I asked setting the book down.
Fluxx shook his head. “No idea. He may still be at his Lab though. Why do you ask?”
“It appears something has gone awry… Dracula still lives…”
“Wait, Dracula? You mean he’s real?!”
I nodded with a look of surprise upon my face. “Didn’t you hear about the professor’s run in with him back in October? With the Knights of the Hallow and all?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t really believe it was actually Dracula.”
“Yes, his followers managed to help him return to this realm via vials of blodd from his original form… However I fear the Professor has mucked up something while he was destroying the last vial of blood. Or perhaps it triggered some sort of time released virus that-“
I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair to get my focus back on the task at hand.
“Let Sharp know I won’t be able to attend the training session today… I have things to attend to…” I said taking off my coat and swapping it out for a black and brown hooded robe.
I flipped up the hood and turned to face my companion who was looking at me quite worried. A mutual feeling honestly…
“I’ll keep you posted on what the Proffesor and I figure out. Until then you and the others keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary savvy?”
Fluxx nodded.
“Will do Jones. Good luck…”
with that I shifted to the streets of advent city. Just a short walk from the HQ. oddly it was still dark out so I didn’t have to worry about the infection causing me to burn in sunlight.
just to be safe though, I stuck to the alleyways. So I didn’t spook anyone trying to get home after a long night of partying.
I soon rounded a corner and came to the back door of the Professor’s laboratory. Thankfully there was a light shining through the window which meant he was still there. So, I knocked on the door.
“It’s open Count.”
How did he- right, smartest man in the world…
I reached for the doorknob only for a burning feeling to shoot up my arm when I touched it.
Drat strigoi can only enter when invited inside… The Prof hadn’t directly asked me in.
So, I simply knocked again.
this time the Prof came and answered himself.
“Hmm. Vampire virus?” He asked upon seeing my appearance.
I nodded.
“Well, Come inside and you can help get to the bottom of this…” He said motioning for me to enter. “I have a feeling we’re all in for a very long night…”
to be continued...