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This is a place which I visit each time I travel to the French Alps. It is rather plain, nothing spectacular, however the landscapes surrounding it are just breathtaking!! I wanted to try something different, change what people normally see.. maybe reanimate the church, who knows, maybe I could give it some light ;)
For more info on the area, you can visit this website les contamines
This multi exposure was shot in "Notre dame de la gorge (France)" with my Nikon D800 and the Nikkor 14-24mm 2.8G @ 14mm f9
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SPA Aquí está Vaquito temprano por la mañana en uno de sus lugares favoritos para descansar, tomar sol y dormir.
Vaquito murió el 17 de Marzo de este año de un paro cardíaco, frente a mis ojos y mientras una veterinaria intentaba reanimarlo, luego de haber sido envenenado y, aparentemente, golpeado en su tórax. Sólo él sabe cuánto lo echo de menos y cuanto dolor me ha dado la forma en que murió.
ENG: Here is Vaquito early in the morning in one of his favorite places to rest, sunbathing and sleep.
Vaquito died on March 17 this year of a heart attack, in front of my eyes and while a veterinarian was trying to reanimate him, after being poisoned and, apparently, hit in the chest. Only he knows how much I miss him and how much pain has given to me the way he died.
Canon AE-1
Canon FD 50mm f/1.8
Kodak Pro Image 100 [pushed to 200]
1/250 - f/1.8
"I was busy pushing bodies around as you well know and what would a note say, Dan? 'Cat dead, details later?'"
Infos : véhicule léger médicalisé (VLM), SMUR GHEF, SAMU 77
Mise en service : 2020
Infos : ambulance rapid response vehicle (VLM), SMUR GHEF, SAMU 77.
Delivering : 2020
Iwakuni, 3 November 1994.
VMFA-451 'Warlords' was in Japan too in November 1994. I am not sure where they were stationed. I saw them at Misawa AFB and MCAS Iwakuni, but not on the main USMC platform of Iwakuni. This is 163167.
The squadron was deactivated on 31 January 1997. The Warlords were reanimated in April 2010 as VMFAT-501 and now have F-35B's at MCAS Beaufort (NC).
First tryout of KONO! The Reanimated Film - Kolorit 400 with Yashica 35 Electro GS + Walimex Pro ND4 filter
The girls have been working around the house (me too). There is still some sawdust on their caps
[8.Etappe: From Essing to Regensburg] [44km]
Hail to you, valiant men, brave warriors
Who have won a hero's wreath,
Hail to you, faithful Germans, courageous victors!
The brightness of your deeds will last forever.
We were surrounded by dull and dark forces,
And Germany did no longer exist;
But you reanimated her,
And now she stands again victoriously and sublime!
We will never forget
That discord ignominiously chained us
And that unity alone saved us,
Unity which granted glory and victory to our country.
May forever wind
The holy band of concord,
May it enter the German's soul,
Then the fatherland will remain unvanquished.
The best way to use your newly found reanimation as one of the undead? To dance of course!
So the other day I was bemoning that I didn't manage to pick up the free Juliet mesh body from Altamura at the eBento event. Lo and behold someone mentioned in a group chat that it was still available as a group gift if you joined the Altamura group (which is only L$ to join)! So off I toddled and snagged myself a real bargain. I thought it was fair to have a few more group gifts in this post. My new Altamura body is teamed with a few group gifts from CURELESS [+] and a group gift (skin) from Go&See. Check out my style guide including details of those things which are group gifts on my blog here:
Modèle / Model : Mercedes-Benz Sprinter II
Affectation / Assignment : Service d'Aide Médicale Urgente du Val-d'Oise (SAMU 95), Structure Mobile d'Urgence et de Réanimation (SMUR) de Pontoise / Emergency Medical Service of Val-d'Oise, Mobile Emergency and Intensive Care Service of Pontoise
Fonction / Function : Unité Mobile Hospitalière (UMH), Ambulance de Réanimation (AR) / Hospitable Mobile Unit, Ambulance of Resuscitation
Mise en service / Commissioning : Avril 2015 / April 2015
Équipementier / Maker : Baus
Événement / Event : Rencontres de la Sécurité 2017 / Meetings of the Safety 2017
The Necormancer is a mistress of dark magic. She reanimates the dead to do her dirty work (her washing, cleaning and disposing of unruly peasant mobs).
Part of my entry to the Guilds of Historica collectible minifig series contest.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to create this, but here are some of my favorite horror movie characters – some I have revisited, some are new. You may recognize a few of them, although I did mix in a couple of obscurities that I think deserve to be highlighted. These are, of course, purist, so I tried my best to match them with what elements I have (the process for creating a character entails looking up multiple reference photos, then literally flipping through dozens of Bricklink pages to see how I might be able to match him/her.) These are laid out in no particular order. (The second links below lead to scenes from the films; do note that some are very graphic.)
Michael Myers, Halloween - ”Was that the boogeyman?”
Jame Gumb/Buffalo Bill, The Silence of the Lambs - ”It rubs the lotion on its skin, it does this whenever it’s told."
Reverend Henry Kane, Poltergeist II: The Other Side - "Let me in!"
The Thing (movie poster representation), The Thing - ”Man is the warmest place to hide.”
Father McGruder, Braindead (Dead Alive) - "I kick ass for the Lord!”
Patrick Bateman, American Psycho - ”I’m into, well, murders and executions, mostly.”
Jack Torrance, The Shining - ”Here’s Johnny!”
Hannibal Lecter, The Silence of the Lambs - ”A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.”
Herbert West, Re-Animator - ”There! There is my creation!”
I used to play a lot of dungeons and dragons, and related games, so I decided to make some of my former characters. LtR they are
My very first character, he died a swift death during the first session and has probably rotted away into a skeleton by now.
My second character, killed and reanimated by a lich. I had a lot to learn.
Aluin the Voodoo Priest - My first successful character, a voodoo cleric who used great swords. Not the best choice, but it was fun.
Tamrel the Ranger - I wanted to play someone that could use ranged weapons, it came in handy when I had to scale a cliff face and could use rope arrows.
Sir Henry Witlock of the Queens First - Think big boss but stuck in 1880's congo. Tribal warriors have no mercy, thus leading to the loss of my eye
Seltaist first appeared in the form of a divine statue. She was forged by the remains of a great one and served by sharp scholars known as Eladonian’s. The remains of the great one were so peculiar it was difficult for the tribe to identify which entity they may have come from however Themia believes that Seltiast is closely related to Gheos, a former goddess of inspiration as they both represent similar ideals. When the Eladonian’s fell to devastation Commundus removed the statue, burning the holy object down to its core, and sentencing his former comrades to gruesome deaths. Years later a strange creature stumbled upon a chamber filled with dozens of corpses and the remains of Seltiast, by performing a ghastly ritual it was able reanimate her spirit however this act likely led to the creatures own demise.
Seltiast is a compassionate spirt who now looks after the suffering, and unwanted, spreading prosperity and telepathically communicating to the congregations who gather in worship of her. The face and claws of the entity resemble that of her former body, and connect to the spirit as if fused on. Just beyond her back are tentacles capable of absorbing, or deflecting attacks. Each of these tentacles carries a powerful blessing gifting her with the ability to perform miracles all while leaving behind a blue aura. Many of her believers have taken a liking to the Eladonian’s, striving to acquire heaps of information on this special race, and mimicking their best qualities. Seltaist is well aware of the Eladonian’s eventual fate, she is impelled by their memories, and continues to uphold a similar structure to the one they established. Though the goddess is unaware of any potential survivors, perhaps the remaining may continue the path they once begun or pledge themselves to the will of another entity. Alternatively their existence will serve a greater purpose
Follow link for the 1st part of this lore
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The Architecture souvenir sheet shown above (Scott# 603a / Michel 657 Bl.2.) was issued in June 1937 for the First All-Union Congress of Architects showing (40 Kon) Palace of the Soviets. LINK - www.stamp-collecting-world.com/ussrstamps_1937c.html
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A very rare variety of this souvenir sheet exists without the lines of text.
In June 1937 Frank Lloyd Wright attended the First All-Union Congress of Soviet Architects held in Moscow. His visit at the request of the Union of Soviet Architects is known mainly, in fact almost exclusively as a result of the American's own frenetic promotions, including his autobiography. The nature of his visit has not heretofore been objectively reported. As well, a paper he delivered has remained obscure in the absence of knowledge. LINK - www.jstor.org/stable/990146
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The Palace of the Soviets was a project to construct a political convention center in Moscow on the site of the demolished Cathedral of Christ the Saviour. The main function of the palace was to house sessions of the Supreme Soviet in its 130-metre (430 ft) wide and 100-metre (330 ft) tall grand hall seating over 20,000 people. If built, the 416-metre (1,365 ft) tall palace would have become the world's tallest structure, with an internal volume surpassing the combined volumes of the six tallest American skyscrapers. This was especially important to the Soviet state for propaganda purposes.
Boris Iofan's victory in a series of four architectural competitions held between 1931–1933 signaled a sharp turn in Soviet architecture, from radical modernism to the monumental historicism that would come to characterize Stalinist architecture. The definitive design by Iofan, Vladimir Shchuko and Vladimir Helfreich was conceived in 1933–1934 and took its final shape in 1937. The staggered stack of ribbed cylinders crowned with a 100-metre (330 ft) statue of Vladimir Lenin blended Art Deco and Neoclassical influences with contemporary American skyscraper technology.
Work on the site commenced in 1933; the foundation was completed in January 1939. The German invasion in June 1941 ended the project. Engineers and workers were diverted to defense projects or pressed into the army; the installed structural steel was disassembled in 1942 for fortifications and bridges. After World War II, Joseph Stalin lost interest in the palace. Iofan produced several revised, scaled-down designs but failed to reanimate the project. The alternative Palace of the Soviets in Sparrow Hills, which was proposed after Stalin's death, did not proceed beyond the architectural competition stage.
A team with various skills created by Adeline Kane to find her husband, Will Magnus, and bring him back.
Huge thanks goes out to Ken once again for helping me out with the roster, and some story elements. From Left to Right we have: Vigilante, Vixen, Godspeed, Zod, The Answer, and Platinum
Alias: Vigilante
Real Name: Dorian Chase
Gender: Male
Backstory: After his brother, Adrian Chase, was accidentally killed during a robbery, Dorian dedicated himself to finding the men who did it. Becoming Vigilante, he would dispense his own brand of justice. He would occasionally work together with other heroes, including Vixen. Adeline Kane comes to him, offering to help him find those involved in the heist, and in return, he'd join Project Defiance, a team created to find Adeline's husband, Will Magnus.
Alias: Vixen
Real Name: Mari McCabe
Gender: Female
Backstory: The artifact, known as the Tantu Totem, was passed down throughout the ages, with its current user being Mari McCabe. Growing up in Zambesi, life was hard at times. She, along with her sister, Kuasa, would often hear the legend of the "Tantu Totem", and all the power it holds. Kuasa yearned for that power, while Mari just wanted to make things better for her family. Unfortunately, they would lose their parents during a raid on their village by local bandits, that were looking for the Tantu Totem. Minutes before his death, her father would give her the Tantu Totem. With it, Mari fled to America. She would ultimately become a model, which led to her becoming incredibly wealthy. With this wealth, and the Tantu Totem, she became the superhero known as Vixen. Her sister, Kuasa, would never forgive her for leaving her alone however, and would seek vengeance for the years to come. She worked with Dorian Chase a couple of times, and developed a close friendship with him, bonding over the family they've lost. This later leads to her being offered to join Project Defiance, to which, she accepts, as it's another way to do good in the world.
Alias: Godspeed
Real Name: Jorge Heart
Gender: Male
Backstory: Officer of the CCPD, Jorge Heart was the brother of August Heart, a detective at CCPD that worked closely with one Barry Allen. Unfortunately, Jorge was killed in the line of duty. That is, until the night that lightning struck. By some miracle, it would reanimate Jorge Heart. Constantly vibrating, Jorge would use his newfound speed to go after the ones who killed him, as Godspeed. This led him to Billy Parks. Before he could say anything however, Billy died right infront of Jorge, by the ones who were truly behind it, the organization Black Hole. Adeline Kane comes to him, as there's a possibility that Black Hole is the one that took Will Magnus. He still had somewhat of a morality, so he accepted her offer.
Alias: General Zod
Name: Dru-Zod
Gender: Male
Backstory: The sole survivor of the planet Krypton, after the epidemic only known as the "Green Death" killed everyone else, including his wife Faora, and his son, Lor-Zod. Since arriving on Earth, he's developed a friendly rivalry with Lar-Grand aka Superman. He respects that Lar stole the House of El crest, as he never got along with that family, especially Jor-El. On the other hand, the symbol is also a constant reminder of what, and who he's lost. He joins Project Defiance as a way to redeem himself, as he wasn't able to protect his own family from the "Green Death"
Alias: The Answer
Name: Michael Patten
Gender: Male
Backstory: A man, that always seems to have the answers, except for how a world ending apocalypse was coming. He searched for years, trying to figure it out, as his wife and child were killed in a massive earthquake a few years back. He would end up lending out his services to various Gotham villains, hoping someone would believe him. But no one ever did. He was only taken as a joke, even though his hacking expertise is almost unmatched. That is until the Batman, with assistance from Tim Drake, found out where he was hiding, and took him down. In Arkham, he stayed obsessed with the possibility of the oncoming apocalypse. But the years went by, and nothing happened. Adeline Kane comes to him, with a way out of Arkham, provided he helps her. Michael says that's not enough however, so eventually Adeline promises she won't take him, and his apocalypse theory, as a joke, and to help him figure out how this world ending event comes about.
Alias/Name: Platinum
Creator: Will Magnus
Gender: Doesn't technically have a gender, like all the metal men, but visually resembles a female.
Backstory: Created by Will Magnus along with the rest of the Metal Men, and has fought alongside them for many years. With the recent disappearance of its creator, Platinum asks Adeline to join the Project Defiance team. Adeline's initially worried about adding Platinum to the team, but eventually, she agrees.
====Arkham Asylum====
*Five years ago, the skies were filled with the reanimated corpses of the dead. As superhero and supervillain alike fought against them, opportunists- common with every Crisis, fled from their cells. One such case was Ted Carson. The one time successor to Garfield Lynns, Carson went by Firefly, and in a few short minutes, he too would perish, joining the Lanterns in the sky, killed not by the zombies or psychopaths all around, no, in ten minutes, Ted Carson would die in a car accident, the victim of a distracted driver. An ordinary death, for an ordinary man. But as he ran down those endless halls, avoiding The King of Cats' advances and Zodiac Master pleading for dating advice, he failed to notice the flash of light behind him, and following that- a man. Chronos. Out of time, and on a mission.*
Zodiac- Come back here I said! Please, five minutes is all I need! ... Was it the fan casts? Don't say it was the fan casts.
*It was the fancasts. Carson didn't have time to listen why Tommy Wiseau was ideal for a Freeze biopic, nor listen to Zodiac's desperate pleas for Magpie to love him, he had to get out of here. All those Arkham breakouts and not once had he ever been this close- He'd been thrown off a balcony when Bane attacked, been buried in debris during the earthquake and all the other times he had been simply forgotten. But this time he had a good feeling, he was scott free as far as he knew. Save for Music Meister, singing softly to himself, there was no one in his way*
Meister- If I could turn back time... If I could find a way, I'd kill all those who hurt me, yeah I'd slay...
*Meister notices Carson at the door and they exchange eye contact for a bit until at last he winks. Carson continues on his way, though rather confused, and Meister continues his singing, his gaze turned Chronos*
Meister- If I could turn back time, if I could find a way, I'd track down those that locked me here... If I got through these bars, I'd kill all of you, then the blood'd spill and spill, because I want it to... If I could turn back time, if I could find a way... just maybe, maybe, maybe they'd pay... If I got through these bars...
*Carson had made it. He could see in the distance the city on fire and he couldn't help but appreciate it. Alone, he let out a relieved chuckle, not aware of the rumble of a nearby car*
Miranda- Watch the road Drury
Drury- Just a jiffy Tiger Lily, hmm, on every channel...
*And then- Bang. Carson neither noticed nor cared enough to investigate. The city may be on fire, the dead may be rising from their graves, but that didn't matter to him, all that mattered was his freedom*
Carson- Free at last! Gotham will pay for ever forgetting me: Ted Carson! Ha!
*At the other end of that road- silence, save for the crackle of flames, and the cries of a very broken man*
Meister- If I could turn back time...
=====Now=====
*The gun felt wrong in his hand. It always did, even when he was shooting at the bad guys, even when it was on stun. Why was it, then, that for a moment, for the briefest of moments, he had wanted to pull the trigger. He could hear the faint voice of someone... his boss? (Since when had he had a boss?) spouting some curious fish metaphor to the would-be recipient of his gun.*
???- It's like they say- there's always a bigger fish, isn't there?
*Bound and on his knees, the captive before them shouted a number of expletives at him, the gunman, and his boss (that still felt weird). The red bandana wrapped around the top of the captive's head cleared the fog from Simon's mind enough that he realized he was about to kill his own grandfather.
Gaige- Come on then you fucking coward. Do it already!
*This should have surprised him more, but the half-hour long rant he'd unleashed upon Simon introducing Emi was deeply embedded in the lad's memory.
Emi... She was going to be so upset with him. He always got into trouble when she wasn't around, and this might just be his biggest screw-up yet.
Just before he moved to untie Grandpa Gaige, that voice, that layered voice, one that at first sounded pleasant, jovial, but was truly filled with malice and malevolence was heard from behind him*
???- Simon? Hell-o? I distinctly remember telling you to pull that trigger. We *are* on a bit of a tight schedule.
*Simon knew that voice from a lifetime ago: the Great White Shark. Why the hell was he here? It had been years since they last met, and Simon had thought, or moreso hoped, that Warren was unaware of his resurrection
"Sorry, sir," he said in part to stall, but the cold, calculating voice that emerged when he spoke...it scared him.*
White- And that's all well and good, but what are you waiting for? Need I remind you of the money I've paid you? Is this you asking for a raise because, heheh, let me tell you, I am not amused.
*And neither was Simon. This couldn't be right, he couldn't be working with the Shark. He made all his choices in that moment. Switching the gun to stun, he whirled and fired at the two thugs who flanked Warren,
White- What the *hell* are you-?!
*In one punch, the Shark fell to the ground. That wasn't right either. He was never that good, nowhere close. He continued to frighten himself.*
Gaige- Hope you weren't looking for a thank you.
*His job done, Simon holstered the lightning gun and turned around to answer, to make sense of all this, only to find that Gaige was gone, the window broken. It didn't take much to figure out what had happened, not when there was a shred of fine silk caught on the shards. And yet why? Simon had saved him, and they were family. He wondered if he was still angry about Emi. Ask Sionis or Nightwing, Gaige always did hold a-
Emi. She'd know what to do! Simon grabbed his phone from his belt, at least *that* hadn't changed, and yet- he almost dropped it upon seeing his reflection. He was wearing the original suit. The one he had changed after his... rebirth, the one that, in his mind, was his "villain" suit.
He'd have to worry about that later. He unlocked his phone, scrolled through his contacts, many of which he didn't recognise, and some he surprisingly did (what was Riddler doing in his contacts?), finding himself appalled at the startling lack of Emiko. No matter, he had it memorised. He made sure each digit was correct, then called. Nothing. No answer. Didn't even ring.*
Simon- Bugger.
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*It was going to be one of those days. He hadn't *meant* to kill that green grocer, it just sorta happened. That wouldn't make any difference to *them* though, he thought- those high and mighty- The sound of an arrow, the sharp kind, flying through the air broke his concentration. Super. Gotta keep running, god he missed the wings, they certainly made things easier... and the gun, he absolutely missed that malfunctioning piece of hardware... but most of all, he missed them- Oh, and his footing, he missed his-*
Drury- Bollocks.
*Either he was upside down, or the world was, neither option was preferable. And of course there they were, the heroes of the hour, he knew he would have beat them if Vertigo would just answer his calls... he should never have spammed the group chat, now only Red Dart answered and she creeped him out, not to mention she aped his style-*
*Drury looked up, well, down, to see them- the Green and Red Arrows, bows drawn. The red one, a girl smiles at him mockingly, putting on a ridiculously deep voice*
Red Arrow- Drury Walker. You have failed this city.
Drury- Yeah, yeah. Very witty "Funsize"
*Red Arrow lowers her bow for a second then turns to her companion*
..
Red Arrow- Can I shoot him?
*The emerald archer looks as though he's going to go into a long tangent about morality, but quickly stops himself*
Green Arrow- Oh you meant with-? Yeah, what the hell, we still have time... Nothing below the belt though.
*Red Arrow smirks, retrieving an all too familiar boxing gloved arrow from her quiver*
Red Arrow- Aw, you can be a real buzzkill sometimes...
*And so, for the second time that day, Drury mumbled "bollocks" to himself*
The Re-Animator is an 80's comedy horror science fiction flick featuring the nutty antics of one Dr Herbet West and, in my opinion, is must see cinema.
For We're Here! who are visiting the Nutcase Society.
(Film 8 of 24 in 2016)
Strobist:
I placed a bare SB700 right of camera and slightly below the table in order to create the strong highlight on my left hard and the shadow across the chest. It is also catching the blue graduated cylinder and providing some glow there.
The re-animation fluid, my right hand and face are lit by a TT560 which is left of camera and head high. This flash was snooted in order to preserve the other shadows.
Parrea was the Makuta of Lesovikk's homeland and a member of the Brotherhood of Makuta.
Parrea was responsible for the creation of several Rahi breeds to populate the Matoran Universe during her early life, most notable of which was the Fusa, a breed of mammal Rahi suited to desert landscapes. Displaying some talent in the area, Parrea never fully committed to the role of Rahi Creator, however, possessing more interest in other disciplines.
After the Matoran Civil War, Parrea was assigned to supervise Lesovikk's homeland by Makuta Miserix, who felt she was the least likely Makuta to interfere in the delicate affairs of the fledgling Matoran colony that was struggling to establish itself. Complying with her role as protector of the island, Parrea at first nurtured the Matoran under her charge and helped them establish civilization before a group of Toa set up an outpost on the island.
With a large desert biome occupying the western region of the island, Parrea was also known to have forcibly established large numbers of Fusa, to the extent where the central desert region is nicknamed the Fusa Plains.
Parrea wore a Kanohi Tryna, Great Mask of Reanimation, a Kanohi that enabled her to animate the corpses of dead beings, commanding them to perform basic tasks until she lost concentration.
Sporting a wide arsenal of Protosteel weaponry over the centuries, Parrea armed herself principally with a Rotating Razor Shield, which served as both a defensive and offensive tool capable of channeling her Shadow powers. Prior to the Invasion of Karda Nui, Parrea notably equipped herself with a Tridax Pod.
====Arkham Asylum====
*Five years ago, the skies were filled with the reanimated corpses of the dead. As superhero and supervillain alike fought against them, opportunists- common with every Crisis, fled from their cells. One such case was Ted Carson. The one time successor to Garfield Lynns, Carson went by Firefly, and in a few short minutes, he too would perish, joining the Lanterns in the sky, killed not by the zombies or psychopaths all around, no, in ten minutes, Ted Carson would die in a car accident, the victim of a distracted driver. An ordinary death, for an ordinary man. But as he ran down those endless halls, avoiding The King of Cats' advances and Zodiac Master pleading for dating advice, he failed to notice the flash of light behind him, and following that- a man. Chronos. Out of time, and on a mission. And emerging behind them, a queasy Simon Van Cleer arrived in the past*
=====S.T.A.R Labs=====
*He was beaten. No. Not beaten necessarily, not yet Chronos thought to himself in between punches thrown at him. By now his mask was stained crimson red, coloured by the blood from his nose and mouth. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he could just see Thawne's outline, as his gloved hand grabbed Walker's fist, and pushed Carson aside*
Thawne- Step aside you morons. This doesn't concern you.
Walker- Like hell.
*Dear god was this man annoying, Thawne mused. He would have to remember to kill him once the timeline was restored. He had quite the substantial hit list already, but was quite sure he could make some room*
Thawne- Ever been to hell Walker? I know you have Ted. Big fan, by the way.
Carson- Of my arson work-?
Thawne- Yes... That.
*Thawne kneeled beside Chronos and scraped off a sample of his blood from his drained cheeks. Behind him, Carson wrestled with his daughter, in protest of this*
Chronos- A time tracker Eobard? Really?
Bridget- Dad, dad, you can't let him-
Carson- He can do whatever the hell he wants, Bridget, we're leaving.
Bridget- No, you're not listening! I did this, I-
Carson- What? Bridget, what the hell are you saying?
Bridget- It's my fault! I made a deal with Chronos, to save your life!
...
Carson- My life-? What... What were you *thinking* girl?!
Bridget- I wanted to save you, why don't you get that?
Carson- That's... that is some A-List villain shit. That's fucking monstrous! We set things on fire, occasionally people, that's it! How could you do something like- Oh sweetheart, why would you-?
Chronos- *Ahem* I would listen to your daughter Mr Carson. cough You- you would be dead if it were not for me. A little gratitude would be-
Walker- If not for you, Miranda would still be alive, Gar would still be alive! You took everything from me!
Chronos- Necessary losses Walker. If you put aside your petty wants and needs, if you saw the bigger picture, you'd know that I'm the hero here.
Walker- Heroes don't fuck with time. Heroes don't mess with-
Chronos- No? Tell the Flash that. Tell Green Lantern that.
Thawne- Hm. Well he's not wrong there.
Walker- Are you serious?
Thawne- You raise good points Clinton. But, at the end of the day, you're just a nuisance to be taken care of.
Chronos- Don't flatter yourself Eobard, you're good, but you're not that good. Your hubris will be your undoing, my legacy will live on.
*Thawne smiles smugly. Then, like he's done to so many, he drives his hand through Chronos' chest, leaving him gasping for air, before finally dying. Not as a god, but as a man*
Thawne- Sorry Clinton, I already have I need
...
Walker- That was my kill.
Thawne- Oh I'm sorry. You can kill him next time. Simon!
*Simon, who has been silent since Chronos was first thrown on the ground and beaten, stared at his current company- Ted Carson- In one timeline a hired gun with a fire obsession, in another a delusion maniac with an axe to grind against his family; In his arms, his daughter Bridget- the cause of all of this torment, pain and death, but who ultimately just wanted her dad back; Marching up and down was Walker- Drury Walker, his Dad without the optimism and determination that made him the man Simon admired, and lastly Thawne- Simon's killer, the monster who haunted his dreams, who he saw when he closed his eyes at night and yet, the only consistent ally in this nightmare world. Seeing them all together, these killers and monsters, made Simon wonder if he was really all that different from them*
Thawne- Give me your arm.
*And like a mother strapping on their child's schoolbag, Thawne tied his device- the Time Tracker as Chronos called it, to Simon's wrist, and then he patronisingly petted him on the head for good luck. Though it been just a few days, for Simon it felt like months, and he couldn't wait to leave this hell behind*
Thawne- This will hopefully bring you to the last place Clinton travelled to. You don't let anything, or anyone stand in your way. Your target is Clinton, and you better do your job before he finishes his. This is your only shot, and if you fail, rest assured I will kill you, and him
*He gestures to Walker, then smirks, condescendingly asking "Any Questions?"*
Simon- You said hopefully...
Thawne- Ah, well you might overstep the landing, end up splattered across the timestream. Try not to do that.
Simon- Noted.
Bridget- Dad. Please...
Carson- Bridget. I love you. But this... This world... is wrong, it's dark and bleak and awful and Kite-Man is a tragic villain... You deserve a better world than this. And maybe this'll give you that.
Bridget- But I won't have you...
Carson- I will always, *always* be in your heart kitten. I promise.
*They embrace into a hug, awaiting an uncertain future. And with the press of a button Simon vanishes into the void*
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*It was unlike anything Simon has ever experienced, as though he was battling a powerful current, time itself was battling him, but this time, he was going to win. No matter how powerful the storm was, his will was stronger, moving inch by inch through the vortex until he was there. Arkham Asylum, the day of the Blackest Night. The day everything changed. Simon hadn't seen it when it had first went down- his mom had brought him along on a business trip, and he was later told that only those who were related to heroes and villains had risen. Seeing them up close was haunting. Corpses were everywhere, puppeteered by the black rings on their fingers- One goal- Recruitment. Under the bridge, a large man cowered. Thawne told him not to interfere, but Simon never could help himself. There was still some time*
Simon- Hello, I'm Simon. I'm not going to hurt you.
*The fat man turned away, repeating an old nursery rhyme to himself for comfort- must have been an inmate caught in the crossfire*
Dumphrey- Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Simon- Listen, don't be scared. You, uh, didn't happen to see a man in a yellow cape? Red boots did you?
Dumphrey- You mean, like- like Robin?
Simon- No, he has a white mask, clock hands on his face.
*Dumphrey puts a big hand to his face, wracking his brains, before looking up and stretching out a flabby arm*
Dumphrey- D-do you mean him?
*Dammit. Chronos was now climbing up the Intensive Care building, a gun strapped to his back. In a couple of minutes he'd fire it. Unless- Only one chance, hopefully those firing lessons with Emi paid off. Nearby Ted Carson ran through a sea of crazed inmates. Two miles away, Drury Walker drove his companions home, taking a shortcut through the Asylum grounds. Around Simon, Black Lanterns whispered*
Will. Hope. Love. Compassion.
*He aimed his lightning gun at Chronos, and an electrical charge shot out, hitting him in the back of his head. In his vunerable state, Clinton fell backwards, his gun falling down through the ravine below. Landing on the ground with a thud, he's quick to regain his senses and look for his attacker. But Simon is quicker. He flies up, and kicks him in the face. Then he shoots him, again and again so that Chronos can no longer stand. Full of bloodlust, he half wanted to kill him good and proper. But that wasn't him. Nor would it ever be. And, 20 feet below, a car screeched to a halt, but not before it rammed into Carson. Killing him, for the first time all over again. For once in a long time, Simon has won. But he still had some unfinished business*
Simon- Miranda Gaige and Garfield Lynns are safe. Ted Carson is dead. You've lost.
Chronos- W-Who... Who even are you? How did you-?
Simon- I'm nobody. What matters is, it's over.
Chronos- Over-? Over! Do you know me so well that you expect me to surrender? Are you so deluded to assume this set-back will stop me? Do you have any idea what your interference will cost?
Simon- I. Don't. Care. All I know is *your* interference killed two people. And that's enough.
Chronos- You heroes... You vain, stone faced heroes... If you only-!
*Simon turned just in time to see Chronos fall down. Dead again, taking a bullet straight through the heart. Drury Walker, the alternate one , held the smoking gun with the other Chronos' belt around his waist*
Walker- He was going to kill you. No one kills *my* boy.
*He smiles, but suddenly starts groaning, falling to his knees*
Walker- F-fuck, this is it, isn't it? I'm being erased...
*A white glow covers him, as Simon cradles his father in his arms. His eye drifts to the now parked car below, where Miranda chastises Gar*
Miranda- Gar, are you robbing him?
Gar- Gasoline don't come cheap sweetheart... Huh. Wallet says his name is Ted Carson
Walker- Ha! You can hear them can't you? Same old Gar, same ol-
Simon- Yeah. I hear them.
*And so Drury Walker died with a smile on his face. Content with himself at long last*
"I've always felt that the real horror is next door to us, that the scariest monsters are our neighbors."
(George A. Romero)
('Stephen' aka 'Flyboy' by Reds, Inc. / Cult Cinema Collection)
Today's story and sketch "by me" began at five am, when I received a call from Rescue Randy saying he had received a call from his friends on Hondo an off shore oil platform in the Santa Barbara Channel, that a space craft with two escaped Martian Space Monkeys had crashed into the ocean just a few hundred feet from the platform. His friends knew Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy would know what to do after a flying saucer crash. Randy at one time was stationed on the Hondo platform, as the official "ATD" anthropomorphic test device, until one night during a monsoon coming up the coast from Mexico, Randy was laying on an upper sun deck wearing a pair of white coveralls a cowboy hat and Oakley sunglasses, when he and the lounge chair were blown overboard. Randy as many of this Blog's readers know Randy laid five hundred feet at the bottom of the ocean for two years, before a group of Martian divers who were on a scuba diving vacation found Randy's barnacle covered body, rushed him to their friends at the "UCSB" institute, performed a Martianenstein reanimation procedure, making Randy the most interesting person in the Galaxy. But this morning when Randy got the call from Hondo he and JB were in another dimension on Hillry, the all female moon, a story that will have to be told another time. As you can see I responded to the call and located the two survivors, two Martian Space Monkeys had stolen the Galaxy Glider they were detailing for the Warden of The Flip Flop Resort, the Galaxies Toughest Maximum Security Prison. The two convicts were serving life sentences for hijacking a star freighter loaded with Moon Pies on route to Wonder World in Southern Florida. Martian Space Monkeys live to be up to three hundred years, and the two brothers are currently only twenty, so neither one considers washing space ships for another two hundred plus years would not be a promising career, so with a very good grasp of the gliders controls it was a near perfect take off, their trip through worm hole nine to Earth was easy, but the early exit sent them crashing into the Pacific Ocean. Below you can see they safely swam to shore, I will take them back to the man cave and wait for JB to pick them up and split the reward, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Mainly antagonists of the Young Olympians, the Monstrosities are outcasts from the world, deciding to band together to destroy humankind. The members consist of Naur, Miss Direct, Vizier, Calyx, Draconis, and Pertros the Stone Warrior
Name: Naur
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: As one of the more bestial Marked members, Naur had a rough go at things. He just wanted to be left alone by the masses. But as they kept prodding, he got more enraged. This led to him joining the Monstrosities team, where he felt he was actually part of something. To finally be seen as greater than humans. Soon after, he convinced Draconis to join the team, and the Monstrosities became a forced to be reckoned with. Now they seek to bring down destruction on mankind for their hatred of them.
Powers: Besides being highly durable and having his trusty maul with him, he is able to enrage himself, which increases his strength, and speed. Once enraged, it is hard for him to control, so it's possible he may hit teammates. Also, he becomes quite angry, hence the rage portion. When disarmed, he likes to ram into people with his horns.
Alias: Miss Direct
Real Name: Kayla Hart
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: Kayla Heart felt as though she was invisible. No one would pay her any attention growing up.. She didn't have any friends, and her parents were away from home most of the time. She would later become a stage magician, but she wasn't very popular there either. Day in and day out, there would be barely anyone in the audience. Though, there was one person who would show up everyday. He saw the potential in her, and wanted her to show the world her potential in a different way.. He began training her to become a deadly assassin. Eventually, she is proven worthy, and he gives her this helmet. Known as the Helmet of Invisibility, and was apparently worn by Hades, she works alongside Pertros, and the other Monstrosities, to serve her master's will.
Alias: Vizier
Real Name: Unknown
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: Not much is known about the Vizier. He has rarely been seen, with the only people seeing him are those that follow him. He is presumed to be the leader of the Monstrosities, but no one knows for sure.
Powers: Mind Control, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Can create illusions. Basically a whole slew of different psychic abilities.
Alias: Calyx
Real Name: N/A
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: The half sister of Theroniya Costas. Theronyia's mother had an affair with Calyx's father, which led to Calyx being born. Her mother, ashamed of what she had done, stopped seeing Calyx's father immediately. So she grew up with only her father taking care of her. When she learned the truth about her mother, she was furious. They would move to Cardinal City soon after. She vowed to get revenge, and for that, she wanted power. That came from the mysterious Bestower, who would give her that power she wanted. Eventually, she would join the Monstrosities alongside Miss Direct, Pertros, Naur, Draconis and a few others under the leadership of the Vizier. She has the ability to control different plants. Although she's always hated flowers.
Real Name: Draconis
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: As one of the Marked, he grew up with Lykos and became friends with him early on. They grew apart as time went on, and Draconis grew angry of humans perception of their people. This attitude of his eventually lead to him joining the Monstrosities. Fellow Marked associate Naur convinced Draconis to join. Under the leadership of the Vizier, he and the rest of the Monstrosities set about on the destruction of humankind.
Powers: Upon activating his dragon marking on his arm, he takes on attributes of a dragon. Flight, breathing fire, increased armor, and claws.
Alias: Pertros the Stone Warrior
Real Name: N/A
Gender: Assumed to be male before turned to stone
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: All that's known about his history is that he tried to help Perseus kill Medusa, until he was turned to stone. After Perseus left with Medusa's head, he just stood there for centuries. Not being able to cry out for help, or anything. Years later, and finally he was reanimated by someone who would then become his master. His armour is to remind himself of the horrors of the past. Now he serves his master with everything he has, even if it means fighting against the Young Olympians time and time again.. As he's made out of stone, he is denser, and stronger than the average human.
Brian Hooper Architect and m3architecture.
When driving to the union town of Barcaldine, home of the Australian Workers Heritage Centre, from the squatters’ town of Longreach (Stockman’s Hall of Fame, Qantas Founders Museum), a tiny black square starts to nudge across the vanishing point of Route 66. Closer, the pixel grows to a cube, a curious Ka’bah-like form crossing the highway. Closer again, a hollowness becomes apparent, the dark mass held above the horizon on eight legs, a burnt-black elevation allowing a few vertical slivers of animating light to appear and disappear in a veiling moiré effect. At eighteen-metres-cubed, the massive monument is wrapped by screens of charred timbers enclosing an array of sixty by sixty vertical timbers, recycled hardwood five-by-fives, suspended in a hanging grid. Orthogonal view lines open avenues to the horizon, with diagonals aligning to a secret second geometry. As in infinitely reflecting mirror cabinets, whether we look up, left or right, we find ourselves pinned at the intersection of insistently receding axes.
The ghost of the giant ghost gum is the central pole, the axis mundi. Its wrinkled, hollowed and patched trunk supports a few forlornly writhing final branches. It was a venerable old life form, near to the end of its days before the poisoning. The preserved remains have been returned to their exact origin. The timber cube shelters and venerates this sacred relic, but also aspires to invoke the living tree as it was in 1891. The architects have triangulated from historical photographs to plot the former branch spread as a negative spatial cast within the cube. Volumes of long-gone boughs are mapped in the billowing domical grids formed by 3,600 hanging timbers, each wooden tip chamfered obliquely into pentagonal leaf forms. The historic tree is rendered as a geometrically precise ghost, hollowed from the vast segmented mass of recycled timber, reanimated by passing breezes and enlivened by the slow movement of the sun.
At night, artificial lighting cranks up the metaphoric reading. The red-ochre pavement has inscribed bearings to the towns from which the strikers came. Uplights at each address illuminate the whitened end chamfers and solidify each canopy dome. The ancient root ball glows in an earth-red underground chamber, preserved for inspection below glass like an embalmed statesman in a mausoleum. Slightly-too-green top lighting through the hanging timbers brings a miraculously reborn tinge to the long-dead timbers, though it is only from down the street that the emerald lighting cloud coheres as a faint but persuasive outline of the phantom tree-in-a-box.
(Source: Architecture Australia)
I wanted to try out some framing ideas that I wouldn't normally gravitate towards instead of the usual action shots.
Artsy seemed confused, like, why wasn't I playing with her stupid toys like I'm supposed to?!?
She tried to rally me by running back and forth between me and the helpless toy lying on the ground, each time doing a feeble front leg chop on the frisbee as if that would reanimate it. I grabbed a few shots and then gave in to her demands.
Shot in the sandbox of a playground.
A strong wind blows over the remains of Vorahk, almost completely buried in sand. It did not take long for Reidak to discover his inanimate torso and reanimate the Rahkshi of hunger in order to help him annihilate the Toa Inika.
Corrin’s Tower is a large square building, 50 feet high. It was erected about1815 by Mr. Thomas Corrin, a somewhat eccentric gentleman, who died at his residence near the Tower, and owned this hill and other property in the neighbourhood. This spot was evidently a favourite of his, for here, beneath a small square plot of ground, he is interred with his wife and two children. Pillars have been erected, one on each side of the grave. On one pillar we read the following:
" Corrin’s Pillar, 1850. This pillar was erected six feet distant from the base of this mount, and within the inclosure, upon its top rest the mortal remains of Alice Corrin and her two beloved children. This pillar, tower, and mount, were erected by Thomas Corrin, to perpetuate her memory until reanimated by the power of God."
On the other pillar are merely the following words and date
" Corrin’s Pillar, 1840."
Modèle / Model : Renault Master III
Affectation / Assignment : Service d'Aide Médicale Urgente de l'Oise (SAMU 60), Structure Mobile d'Urgence et de Réanimation (SMUR) de Senlis / Emergency Medical Service of Oise, Mobile Emergency and Intensive Care Structure of Senlis
Groupe hospitalier / Hospital Group : Groupe Hospitalier Public du Sud de l’Oise (GHPSO) / Public Hospital Group of the South of the Oise
Fonction / Function : Unité Mobile Hospitalière (UMH), Ambulance de Réanimation (AR) / Hospitable Mobile Unit, Ambulance of Resuscitation
Mise en service / Commissioning : Juin 2014 / June 2014
Équipementier / Maker : TIB (Tolerie Industrielle de Brezolles) / TIB (Industrial Sheet Metal Workshop of Brezolles)
Parrea was the Makuta of Lesovikk's homeland and a member of the Brotherhood of Makuta.
Parrea was responsible for the creation of several Rahi breeds to populate the Matoran Universe during her early life, most notable of which was the Fusa, a breed of mammal Rahi suited to desert landscapes. Displaying some talent in the area, Parrea never fully committed to the role of Rahi Creator, however, possessing more interest in other disciplines.
After the Matoran Civil War, Parrea was assigned to supervise Lesovikk's homeland by Makuta Miserix, who felt she was the least likely Makuta to interfere in the delicate affairs of the fledgling Matoran colony that was struggling to establish itself. Complying with her role as protector of the island, Parrea at first nurtured the Matoran under her charge and helped them establish civilization before a group of Toa set up an outpost on the island.
With a large desert biome occupying the western region of the island, Parrea was also known to have forcibly established large numbers of Fusa, to the extent where the central desert region is nicknamed the Fusa Plains.
Parrea wore a Kanohi Tryna, Great Mask of Reanimation, a Kanohi that enabled her to animate the corpses of dead beings, commanding them to perform basic tasks until she lost concentration.
Sporting a wide arsenal of Protosteel weaponry over the centuries, Parrea armed herself principally with a Rotating Razor Shield, which served as both a defensive and offensive tool capable of channeling her Shadow powers. Prior to the Invasion of Karda Nui, Parrea notably equipped herself with a Tridax Pod.
Ext. Somewhere in the Carpathians of Hungary - Well past sundown
*Aerial shot gliding above the towering grey crags of the mountain range. Dense fog ominously crowns each peak. The baying of wolves emanates throughout the creaking evergreens blanketing the landscape. Camera gradually hones in on an ebony castle tucked away in this wilderness, equally dilapidated and imposing. We pass through an arrowslit in the fortress’ stone to arrive at an eerie conference. Six inhabitants of the chamber are seated around an angular stone slab, odd trinkets and items strewn about, as though some type of rite is taking place. One figure, who even in the darkness can be seen cloaked in a crimson friar’s tunic, rises from his seat, legs and arms unnaturally stick-straight. He raises a torch with little more than a dimming ember left inside it.
*He reveals a small lighter from within his other sleeve and begins irritably striking the mechanism.*
Niccolai Tepes, the Mad Monk: Gaaah, thisss cheap waxss! I shhhould upgrade to fluorescccentsss.
*The additional illumination unmasks the remainder of the company; Doctors Death and No-Face. Killer Moth. Eraser. And yours truly.*
Drury Walker, Killer Moth: C’mon, let’s have some light here!
Karl Hellfern, Doctor Death (To Tepes): Just not sehr close to hem, oder he vill staht droowling again.
Walker: Hey, I wanna get on with the game; Ironically, that’s not a crime.
*We few are assembled for our annual commemoration of the pioneers of supervillainy in Gotham City, home to the Batman. Tepes insisted on hosting this year, in his remote abode, hence numerous absences. Exclusive to this particular congregation as well, our choice to engage in “dungeon-crawl” boardgames. For devout followers of the endeavors of I, the dreaded Clayface, one might find this a degrading tragedy. I plead for your patience with my schemes.*
Myself (looking over the rulebook once more, that which, by its size, could easily be mistaken for the complete documented history of modern filmmaking): Could we not have indulged in poker once again?
Lenny Fiasco, the Eraser: If we all wanted you and Mister No-Face to royally trounce us again, we would have. I mean, the guidelines clearly didn’t have supervillains in mind when they failed to mention that having perceptible facial expressions is mandatory to the gameplay.
Bartholomew Magan, Doctor No-Face: DGRR NH-FMMS.
Fiasco: “DOCTOR”, sorry.
Tepes: Let usss not bicker; we shhhould be reveling in our shhhared criminal sssuccesss azzz of late. Sssurely I am not the only one of our allianccce with a recccent victory under my belt?
*Magan takes his turn in the game, moving his demigod playing piece to a recently-revealed cave full of treasure and traps.*
Hellfern (high and mighty): Curtainly NICHT, mein Blut-sucking Freund! No doubt mein achievements are das beste of diese group.
Tepes: Sseee? Immediate hossstility. We shhhould really work on our camaraderie, with the sssurplusss of heroesss nowadaysss.
Myself: Be heedful of the notion that Dr. Hellfern is of course our senior member. Perhaps we could all take note of his expertise in the subject of diabolical plots.
Walker: Suck-up.
Hellfern: Danke, Karlo, aber ich hardly require suppowrt from eine Kartoffelkopf.
*Walker fumbles the dice, rolling a hand that allows his hoplite character to wound Hellfern’s druid. Fiasco slowly looks up from his strategizing.*
Walker: Huzzah!
Hellfern: NEIN!
Fiasco: Hang on, back up. What on earth just came out of his mouth?
Myself: To my knowledge, he called me a potato-head.
Tepes: … You took that sssurprissingly well. I commend you.
Myself: Nonsense. When have I been one to be enraged by a harmless jest? It necessitates an earnest insult to my profession if one wishes to make me… testy.
*In an instance of luck, I too roll a fruitful hand. My templar summons a wyvern to ward off Walker’s assault on Hellfern.*
Hellfern: Eh? Do you realize vas you haff just done?
Walker: For real, Basil? I might’ve had him by next round!
Myself: It’s all deliberate strategy, I assure you.
*Hellfern takes the dice, eyeing me through his monocle as he rolls.*
Fiasco: Anyway, back to the topic of our latest and greatest escapades, I made off with a hefty sum JUST from holding up an elementary school! Back to school season; lots of lunch money, you know. Poor Batman never saw THAT coming, boy…
Tepes: You really went for the brand-new pencccil kitsss, didn’t you?
Fiasco: SO WHAT IF I DI-
*Magan begins to stand, to mime out his own recent endeavors.*
Walker: Wait, don’t tell me… You busted some statues’ faces off, right?
Magan (slumping back down to his seat): Yhg thngk yrr sm smrrt…
Myself (laughing): Come now, is this truly the extent of our criminal activity as of late? Hellfern, you can of course redeem us with a sample of your upcoming stratagem…
Hellfern (fighting an urge): Ich… shoold nicht say anysing…
*Tepes rolls to see if his lycan can revert into a human this round, in order to go unnoticed in a town, but in this instance the game is unforgiving.*
Tepes: BAH! That’sss not how my powersss work! I shhhouldn’t have to wait for sssilly phasssesss.
Walker: That reminds me, what I’VE been up to is genetically reengineering moths native to Gotham to become stronger and hostile when exposed to moonlight. A good-sized swarm of them might be able to push someone off balance or mess up someone's wardrobe if they g-
Hellfern: ICH CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE! You simpletohns, fiddling about mit children’s refvenge tactics! Ich habe recently collaboratet mit eine Dr. Herbert West. Togesser ve are unlocking diese secrets of the unDEADT! Top thet!
Walker: Well excuse me, we’ve got ourselves a badass over here.
Myself: How very interesting. “A Dr. Herbert West”, you said, perfecting the living corpse? What do you say about that, Magan? Oh, that’s right; you don’t say.
*Magan throws his arms in the air, then scrambles for Fiasco’s notepad. He furiously scribbles at the paper, and tosses it to my end of the table. Walker instead reads it.*
Walker: “Go fill a hole, you plasmic mass of dogsh-“
Hellfern (regretful): Ich habe said zu viel; too mahch! It vas all intended to be classifiet…
Tepes: No shhhame in sssome gloating, old friend; your sssecret will not leave thisss room. A toassst to your progressssssive villainy!
*Fiasco rolls for a chance card.*
Fiasco: “Your shaman has died of dysentery.” Dandy.
***
*An hour later, the gathering is broken, farewells made. Walker was crowned champion of our little game, but I have triumphed at my own task. Dr. Herbert West. That name was all I had needed to ascertain that evening. Rather, all that my accomplice had use for.
*Bartholomew Magan, Doctor No-Face, has kept a brisk pace with me on my stroll away from Tepes’ castle, beneath the dismal canopy of the forest. We are a safe distance away now.*
The Question (Peeling Magan’s ascot from his neck in exchange for a fedora atop his head): That must've been an odd experience for you, NOT being the one with a disguise for once.
Myself: Oh, I too had a disguise, Question. Buttering up that insufferable “Doctor Death”… Do you know he prides himself with being the first supervillain to be DEFEATED by the Bat? What an utter simp.
Question: So tell me, did I do the criminal mind justice?
Myself: In sincerity, I quite prefer you as a silent villain, too this prattling, prying vigilante.
Question (dripping sarcasm): I suppose you would have acquired a taste for more theatrical heroes. Would you like me to start riding a motorcycle and wear a helmet that shoots lasers?
Myself (halting my stride): Enough. You have the name, now I must implore; what is its significance?
Question (now leading our path): Months of digging, and I only had his reputation and codename to go by: “The Re-Animator”. A newcomer to Hub City.
Myself: Yes, and that would be substantial information for hunting him down, were you at all a decent investigator. Therefor, you have other business with West beyond putting him behind bars.
Question (deadly serious tone): I have reasonable suspicions that he’s my doppelgänger from another Earth.
Myself: Naturally, you jest.
Question: I scrounge. I’ve found out just about everything the world doesn’t want found out. In essence, I know enough to never have the NEED to jest.
Myself (satisfied): It would indeed explain your desperation. With that, I would not only ask for my payment for assisting you, but additionally, remind you that blackmailing me into betraying fellow criminals, with no intentions of keeping your end of the bargain, is most foolish. Bodies deposited in woods, as you know, can go undiscovered for years.
Question (sighing): So untrusting, you and your type. One day I’ll crack that mystery too.
*He pulls Fiasco’s swiped notepad out his jacket, jotting down the information I need.*
Question (thrusting the pad at me): This is what I uncovered. … This is the location of your son.
} Part 2 underway. Inspired by FeelOkayInc, this storyline is intended to conceptualize how Basil Karlo fits into the Lego DC Flickrverse, and his relations, blood or otherwise, with other Clayfaces. {
Corrin’s Tower is a large square building, 50 feet high. It was erected about1815 by Mr. Thomas Corrin, a somewhat eccentric gentleman, who died at his residence near the Tower, and owned this hill and other property in the neighbourhood. This spot was evidently a favourite of his, for here, beneath a small square plot of ground, he is interred with his wife and two children. Pillars have been erected, one on each side of the grave. On one pillar we read the following:
" Corrin’s Pillar, 1850. This pillar was erected six feet distant from the base of this mount, and within the inclosure, upon its top rest the mortal remains of Alice Corrin and her two beloved children. This pillar, tower, and mount, were erected by Thomas Corrin, to perpetuate her memory until reanimated by the power of God."
On the other pillar are merely the following words and date
" Corrin’s Pillar, 1840."
A simple modiciation of the 70792 Skull Slicer set. For this, I gave him an extra sword, turned the chain weapon into a sort of energised handcuff (maybe implying he was a prisoner before death and resurrection in my headcanon?), added claws, got rid of the random trans-orange shell and added legs to the Skull Spider mask to reinforce the idea that the corpse was reanimated by a Skull Spider. I also changed the gears to a symmetrical setup, where as the lower arms swing up, the upper ones swing down and vice versa.
Hocus pocus. Time to focus.
Stop, watch and learn.
Zoomy Sensei will now school *all* of you on the importance of the 3 Rs:
be RELENTLESS, REANIMATE & let your attitude be RADIOACTIVE.
They all want it -- all of them on this runway want the most coveted title in Model-dom...Miss Virtual World 2016. Zoomy's not ashamed to admit it. In fact, she's become dogmatic about it -- RELENTLESS in reaching for a goal she never thought she'd ever have an opportunity to grab. What will set apart the winners is their ability to REANIMATE or pump life back into fashion genres that have been worked and reworked to death. It may mean showing a little skin, being a tad bit risque (another great 'R' word!) and throwing self- confidence around like politicians throw promises. It's electrifying, this confidence. It's contagious and RADIOACTIVE -- exploding onto the scene leaving a memorable and unmistakable mark.
You've listened well, Pupils, and have all earned an A.
Class dismissed!
~ Namaste ~
STYLE CARD:
* Naughty Harness - Alyce
* Angelica Bra cups & Thong - May's Soul
* Succumb To Meh Socks (Teal) - HolliPocket
* AM Winter 2014 Vashti Boots (Metals) - LivGlam
* Ibis Headdress Full version RARE - Zibska
* S-Curl Mohawk (Honey) - Unorthodox
* Raden Fur (Dyed pink) - BareRose
* Basic Latex Gloves (Teal) - Sn@tch
* Mesh Fur Stole 1 (modified into glove cuffs & dyed) x2 - Himeko's Ninetails Shop
* Bow (worn on Rump) - Lika Meili
* Anastasia Collar (Steel) - La Forme
* Classic Pearls Stud Earrings - Lazuri
* Pearl Cone Ring - Xia's Boutique
* Togruta tattoo option 2 (dyed) - Enigma Inc
* Miana Lips - Set B - Lips 5 - Modish
* Undaunted Mesh Eyelashes w/ HUD - Octobers 4 Seasons
* Slink Fingerz Nail Applier (Wild Pinks) - Silken Moon
THEME: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUAcDMHuC2E
Introducing my Self-MOC! This is actually the 12th version (12.4 to be exact) and a character reboot, though, and I have revamped the whole thing again since this version, too. I will post a picture showing some of the previous versions (I don't have pictures of pre-7th versions, except for the very first), just so you can get an idea of the evolution of the character.
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Nicknamed "Rahksha" due to her Makuta heritage, Nyctoria is somewhat of a Toa: the most accurate way to put it is, she's a protector...of sorts. She has a strong link with the Netherverse, enabling her to draw on its dark power to perform necromancy, as well as harvest souls and summon them as Netherwalkers (inhabitants of the Netherverse) with her scythe. She can also reanimate corpses to serve her by using seals on their Kanohi.
However, the power of the Netherverse always takes it toll, and the user's soul - and therefore body - will decay the more they use it. The only way to maintain oneself is to harvest the souls of others. Hence, Nyctoria hunts down villains to defeat and consume.
While Nyctoria does defend others from Makuta and other threats, she is not altrustic in her motives -- she will just as easily consume innocents if there is no other source available, and rarely helps others unless she perceives them or the target as useful in her quest for revenge against her "father", Teridax -- and by extension, her de facto creator, Mutran.
As an individual, Nyctoria is largely anti-social, apathetic and an on-off misanthrope - hardly surprising considering her origins. That being said, she is not without a sense of justice and empathy, although her concept of morality is nonexistent at worst and dubious at best.
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NAME: Nyctoria
ALIASES: Rahksha, Daughter of Teridax, Destral's Shadowborne
SPECIES: Rahkshi/Toa (mutant; Kraata infused with energy from a Nui Stone)
GENDER: Female
KANOHI: N/A
ELEMENT: Shadow
WEAPON: Harvest Scythe - "Slayer's Slave"
I made up lots of short stories yesterday inspired by linkin parks reanimation album. and this is my new car donnie :D
SMUR: Service mobile d`urgence et Reanimation
English translation : Mobile services of emergency and reanimation
Ambulance belong to health ministry
Visiting the Cemetery this evening a sliver of sun shone through the clouds and lit up this fine strong dominating tree that towers the external back wall of the graveyard, like a super trooper.
It caught my eye and provoked some thoughts of life after death, hence this capture, posting to Flickr to archive the moment and enjoy time and again.
Resurrection
Resurrection is the concept of coming back to life after death. In a number of ancient religions, a dying-and-rising god is a deity which dies and resurrects. The death and resurrection of Jesus, an example of resurrection, is the central focus of Christianity.
As a religious concept, it is used in two distinct respects: a belief in the resurrection of individual souls that is current and ongoing (Christian idealism, realized eschatology), or else a belief in a singular resurrection of the dead at the end of the world. The resurrection of the dead is a standard eschatological belief in the Abrahamic religions.
Some believe the soul is the actual vehicle by which people are resurrected.
Christian theological debate ensues with regard to what kind of resurrection is factual – either a spiritual resurrection with a spirit body into Heaven, or a material resurrection with a restored human body. While most Christians believe Jesus' resurrection from the dead and ascension to Heaven was in a material body, a very small minority believe it was spiritual.
There are documented rare cases of the return to life of the clinically dead which are classified scientifically as examples of the Lazarus syndrome, a term originating from the Biblical story of the Resurrection of Lazarus.
Etymology
Resurrection, from the Latin noun resurrectio -onis, from the verb rego, "to make straight, rule" + preposition sub, "under", altered to subrigo and contracted to surgo, surrexi, surrectum + preposition re-, "again", thus literally "a straightening from under again".
Religion
Ancient religions in the Near East
See also: Dying-and-rising god
The concept of resurrection is found in the writings of some ancient non-Abrahamic religions in the Middle East. A few extant Egyptian and Canaanite writings allude to dying and rising gods such as Osiris and Baal. Sir James Frazer in his book The Golden Bough relates to these dying and rising gods, but many of his examples, according to various scholars, distort the sources. Taking a more positive position, Tryggve Mettinger argues in his recent book that the category of rise and return to life is significant for the following deities: Ugaritic Baal, Melqart, Adonis, Eshmun, Osiris and Dumuzi.
Ancient Greek religion
In ancient Greek religion a number of men and women were made physically immortal as they were resurrected from the dead. Asclepius was killed by Zeus, only to be resurrected and transformed into a major deity. Achilles, after being killed, was snatched from his funeral pyre by his divine mother Thetis and resurrected, brought to an immortal existence in either Leuce, Elysian plains or the Islands of the Blessed. Memnon, who was killed by Achilles, seems to have received a similar fate. Alcmene, Castor, Heracles, and Melicertes, were also among the figures sometimes considered to have been resurrected to physical immortality. According to Herodotus's Histories, the seventh century BC sage Aristeas of Proconnesus was first found dead, after which his body disappeared from a locked room. Later he found not only to have been resurrected but to have gained immortality.
Many other figures, like a great part of those who fought in the Trojan and Theban wars, Menelaus, and the historical pugilist Cleomedes of Astupalaea, were also believed to have been made physically immortal, but without having died in the first place. Indeed, in Greek religion, immortality originally always included an eternal union of body and soul. The philosophical idea of an immortal soul was a later invention, which, although influential, never had a breakthrough in the Greek world. As may be witnessed even into the Christian era, not least by the complaints of various philosophers over popular beliefs, traditional Greek believers maintained the conviction that certain individuals were resurrected from the dead and made physically immortal and that for the rest of us, we could only look forward to an existence as disembodied and dead souls.
This traditional religious belief in physical immortality was generally denied by the Greek philosophers. Writing his Lives of Illustrious Men (Parallel Lives) in the first century CE, the Middle Platonic philosopher Plutarch's chapter on Romulus gave an account of the mysterious disappearance and subsequent deification of this first king of Rome, comparing it to traditional Greek beliefs such as the resurrection and physical immortalization of Alcmene and Aristeas the Proconnesian, "for they say Aristeas died in a fuller's work-shop, and his friends coming to look for him, found his body vanished; and that some presently after, coming from abroad, said they met him traveling towards Croton." Plutarch openly scorned such beliefs held in traditional ancient Greek religion, writing, "many such improbabilities do your fabulous writers relate, deifying creatures naturally mortal."
The parallel between these traditional beliefs and the later resurrection of Jesus was not lost on the early Christians, as Justin Martyr argued: "when we say ... Jesus Christ, our teacher, was crucified and died, and rose again, and ascended into heaven, we propose nothing different from what you believe regarding those whom you consider sons of Zeus." (1 Apol. 21). There is, however, no belief in a general resurrection in ancient Greek religion, as the Greeks held that not even the gods were able to recreate flesh that had been lost to decay, fire or consumption.
The notion of a general resurrection of the dead was therefore apparently quite preposterous to the Greeks. This is made clear in Paul's Areopagus discourse. After having first told about the resurrection of Jesus, which makes the Athenians interested to hear more, Paul goes on, relating how this event relates to a general resurrection of the dead:
"Therefore having overlooked the times of ignorance, God is now declaring to men that all everywhere should repent, because He has fixed a day in which He will judge the world in righteousness through a Man whom He has appointed, having furnished proof to all men by raising Him from the dead." Now when they heard of the resurrection of the dead, some began to sneer, but others said, `We shall hear you again concerning this."
Christianity
Resurrection of Jesus
In Christianity, resurrection most critically concerns the Resurrection of Jesus, but also includes the resurrection of Judgment Day known as the Resurrection of the Dead by those Christians who subscribe to the Nicene Creed (which is the majority or Mainstream Christianity), as well as the resurrection miracles done by Jesus and the prophets of the Old Testament. Some churches distinguish between raising the dead (a resumption of mortal life) and a resurrection (the beginning of an immortal life).
Resurrection of Jesus
Christians regard the resurrection of Jesus as the central doctrine in Christianity. Others take the Incarnation of Jesus to be more central; however, it is the miracles – and particularly his Resurrection – which provide validation of his incarnation. According to Paul, the entire Christian faith hinges upon the centrality of the resurrection of Jesus and the hope for a life after death. The Apostle Paul wrote in his first letter to the Corinthians: If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men. But Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep.
Resurrection
Miracles of Jesus § Resurrection of the dead
During the Ministry of Jesus on earth, before his death, Jesus commissioned his Twelve Apostles to, among other things, raise the dead. In the New Testament, Jesus is said to have raised several persons from death. These resurrections included the daughter of Jairus shortly after death, a young man in the midst of his own funeral procession, and Lazarus, who had been buried for four days. According to the Gospel of Matthew, after Jesus's resurrection, many of those previously dead came out of their tombs and entered Jerusalem, where they appeared to many.
Similar resurrections are credited to Christian apostles and saints. Peter allegedly raised a woman named Dorcas (called Tabitha), and Paul the Apostle revived a man named Eutychus who had fallen asleep and fell from a window to his death, according to the book of Acts. Proceeding the apostolic era, many saints were said to resurrect the dead, as recorded in Orthodox Christian hagiographies.[citation needed] St Columba supposedly raised a boy from the dead in the land of Picts .
Most Christians understand these miraculous resurrections to be of a different nature than the resurrection of Jesus and the future resurrection of the dead. The raising of Lazarus and others from the dead could also be called "resuscitations" or "reanimations", since the life given to them is presumably temporary in nature—there is no suggestion in the Bible or hagiographic traditions that these people became truly immortal. In contrast, the resurrection of Jesus and the future resurrection of the dead will abolish death once and for all (see Isaiah 25:8, 1 Corinthians 15:26, 2 Timothy 1:10, Revelation 21:4).
Resurrection of the Dead
Christianity started as a religious movement within 1st-century Judaism (late Second Temple Judaism), and it retains what the New Testament itself claims was the Pharisaic belief in the afterlife and Resurrection of the Dead. Whereas this belief was only one of many beliefs held about the World to Come in Second Temple Judaism, and was notably rejected by both the Sadducees and, according to Josephus, the Pharisees, this belief became dominant within Early Christianity and already in the Gospels of Luke and John included an insistence on the resurrection of the flesh. This was later rejected by gnostic teachings, which instead continued the Pauline insistence that flesh and bones had no place in heaven.
Most modern Christian churches continue to uphold the belief that there will be a final Resurrection of the Dead and World to Come, perhaps as prophesied by the Apostle Paul when he said: "...he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world..." (Acts 17:31 KJV) and "...there shall be a resurrection of the dead, both of the just and unjust." (Acts 24:15 KJV).
Belief in the Resurrection of the Dead, and Jesus's role as judge, is codified in the Apostles' Creed, which is the fundamental creed of Christian baptismal faith. The Book of Revelation also makes many references about the Day of Judgment when the dead will be raised up.
Difference From Platonic philosophy
In Platonic philosophy and other Greek philosophical thought, at death the soul was said to leave the inferior body behind. The idea that Jesus was resurrected spiritually rather than physically even gained popularity among some Christian teachers, whom the author of 1 John declared to be antichrists. Similar beliefs appeared in the early church as Gnosticism. However, in Luke 24:39, the resurrected Jesus expressly states "behold my hands and my feet, that it is I myself. Handle me and see, for a spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see I have."
Islam
Belief in the "Day of Resurrection", Yawm al-Qiyāmah (Arabic: يوم القيامة) is also crucial for Muslims. They believe the time of Qiyāmah is preordained by God but unknown to man. The trials and tribulations preceding and during the Qiyāmah are described in the Qur'an and the hadith, and also in the commentaries of scholars. The Qur'an emphasizes bodily resurrection, a break from the pre-Islamic Arabian understanding of death.
Judaism and Samaritanism
There are three explicit examples in the Hebrew Bible of people being resurrected from the dead:
* The prophet Elijah prays and God raises a young boy from death (1 Kings 17:17-24)
* Elisha raises the son of the Shunammite woman (2 Kings 4:32-37); this was the very same child whose birth he previously foretold (2 Kings 4:8-16)
* A dead man's body that was thrown into the dead Elisha's tomb is resurrected when the body touches Elisha's bones (2 Kings 13:21)
During the period of the Second Temple, there developed a diversity of beliefs concerning the resurrection. The concept of resurrection of the physical body is found in 2 Maccabees, according to which it will happen through recreation of the flesh.[17] Resurrection of the dead also appears in detail in the extra-canonical books of Enoch,[18] in Apocalypse of Baruch, and 2 Esdras. According to the British scholar in ancient Judaism Philip R. Davies, there is “little or no clear reference … either to immortality or to resurrection from the dead” in the Dead Sea scrolls texts.
Both Josephus and the New Testament record that the Sadducees did not believe in an afterlife, but the sources vary on the beliefs of the Pharisees. The New Testament claims that the Pharisees believed in the resurrection, but does not specify whether this included the flesh or not. According to Josephus, who himself was a Pharisee, the Pharisees held that only the soul was immortal and the souls of good people will be reincarnated and “pass into other bodies,” while “the souls of the wicked will suffer eternal punishment.” Paul, who also was a Pharisee, said that at the resurrection what is "sown as a natural body is raised a spiritual body." Jubilees seems to refer to the resurrection of the soul only, or to a more general idea of an immortal soul.
According to Herbert C. Brichto, writing in Reform Judaism's Hebrew Union College Annual, the family tomb is the central concept in understanding biblical views of the afterlife. Brichto states that it is "not mere sentimental respect for the physical remains that is...the motivation for the practice, but rather an assumed connection between proper sepulture and the condition of happiness of the deceased in the afterlife".
According to Brichto, the early Israelites apparently believed that the graves of family, or tribe, united into one, and that this unified collectivity is to what the Biblical Hebrew term Sheol refers, the common Grave of humans. Although not well defined in the Tanakh, Sheol in this view was a subterranean underworld where the souls of the dead went after the body died. The Babylonians had a similar underworld called Aralu, and the Greeks had one known as Hades. For biblical references to Sheol see Genesis 42:38, Isaiah 14:11, Psalm 141:7, Daniel 12:2, Proverbs 7:27 and Job 10:21,22, and 17:16, among others. According to Brichto, other Biblical names for Sheol were: Abaddon (ruin), found in Psalm 88:11, Job 28:22 and Proverbs 15:11; Bor (the pit), found in Isaiah 14:15, 24:22, Ezekiel 26:20; and Shakhat (corruption), found in Isaiah 38:17, Ezekiel 28:8.
Zen Buddhism
There are stories in Buddhism where the power of resurrection was allegedly demonstrated in Chan or Zen tradition. One is the legend of Bodhidharma, the Indian master who brought the Ekayana school of India to China that subsequently became Chan Buddhism.
The other is the passing of Chinese Chan master Puhua (J., Fuke) and is recounted in the Record of Linji (J., Rinzai). Puhua was known for his unusual behavior and teaching style so it is no wonder that he is associated with an event that breaks the usual prohibition on displaying such powers. Here is the account from Irmgard Schloegl's "The Zen Teaching of Rinzai".
"One day at the street market Fuke was begging all and sundry to give him a robe. Everybody offered him one, but he did not want any of them. The master [Linji] made the superior buy a coffin, and when Fuke returned, said to him: "There, I had this robe made for you." Fuke shouldered the coffin, and went back to the street market, calling loudly: "Rinzai had this robe made for me! I am off to the East Gate to enter transformation" (to die)." The people of the market crowded after him, eager to look. Fuke said: "No, not today. Tomorrow, I shall go to the South Gate to enter transformation." And so for three days. Nobody believed it any longer. On the fourth day, and now without any spectators, Fuke went alone outside the city walls, and laid himself into the coffin. He asked a traveler who chanced by to nail down the lid.
The news spread at once, and the people of the market rushed there. On opening the coffin, they found that the body had vanished, but from high up in the sky they heard the ring of his hand bell."
Technological resurrection
Cryonics is the low-temperature preservation of humans who cannot be sustained by contemporary medicine, with the hope that healing and resuscitation may be possible in the future. Cryonics procedures ideally begin within minutes of cardiac arrest, and use cryoprotectants to prevent ice formation during cryopreservation.
However, the idea of cryonics also includes preservation of people long after death because of the possibility that brain encoding memory structure and personality may still persist or be inferable in the future. Whether sufficient brain information still exists for cryonics to successfully preserve may be intrinsically unprovable by present knowledge. Therefore, most proponents of cryonics see it as an intervention with prospects for success that vary widely depending on circumstances.
Russian Cosmist Nikolai Fyodorovich Fyodorov advocated resurrection of the dead using scientific methods. Fedorov tried to plan specific actions for scientific research of the possibility of restoring life and making it infinite. His first project is connected with collecting and synthesizing decayed remains of dead based on "knowledge and control over all atoms and molecules of the world".
The second method described by Fedorov is genetic-hereditary. The revival could be done successively in the ancestral line: sons and daughters restore their fathers and mothers, they in turn restore their parents and so on. This means restoring the ancestors using the hereditary information that they passed on to their children. Using this genetic method it is only possible to create a genetic twin of the dead person. It is necessary to give back the revived person his old mind, his personality. Fedorov speculates about the idea of "radial images" that may contain the personalities of the people and survive after death. Nevertheless, Fedorov noted that even if a soul is destroyed after death, Man will learn to restore it whole by mastering the forces of decay and fragmentation.
In his 1994 book The Physics of Immortality, American physicist Frank J. Tipler, an expert on the general theory of relativity, presented his Omega Point Theory which outlines how a resurrection of the dead could take place at the end of the cosmos. He posits that humans will evolve into robots which will turn the entire cosmos into a supercomputer which will, shortly before the big crunch, perform the resurrection within its cyberspace, reconstructing formerly dead humans (from information captured by the supercomputer from the past light cone of the cosmos) as avatars within its metaverse.
David Deutsch, British physicist and pioneer in the field of quantum computing, agrees with Tipler's Omega Point cosmology and the idea of resurrecting deceased people with the help of quantum computer but he is critical of Tipler's theological views.
Italian physicist and computer scientist Giulio Prisco presents the idea of "quantum archaeology", "reconstructing the life, thoughts, memories, and feelings of any person in the past, up to any desired level of detail, and thus resurrecting the original person via 'copying to the future'".
In his book Mind Children, roboticist Hans Moravec proposed that a future supercomputer might be able to resurrect long-dead minds from the information that still survived. For example, this information can be in the form of memories, filmstrips, medical records, and DNA.
Ray Kurzweil, American inventor and futurist, believes that when his concept of singularity comes to pass, it will be possible to resurrect the dead by digital recreation.
In their science fiction novel The Light of Other Days, Sir Arthur Clarke and Stephen Baxter imagine a future civilization resurrecting the dead of past ages by reaching into the past, through micro wormholes and with nanorobots, to download full snapshots of brain states and memories.
Both the Church of Perpetual Life and the Terasem Movement consider themselves transreligions and advocate for the use of technology to indefinitely extend the human lifespan.
Zombies
A zombie (Haitian Creole: zonbi; North Mbundu: nzumbe) can be either a fictional undead monster or a person in an entranced state believed to be controlled by a bokor or wizard. These latter are the original zombies, occurring in the West African Vodun religion and its American offshoots Haitian Vodou and New Orleans Voodoo.
Zombies became a popular device in modern horror fiction, largely because of the success of George A. Romero's 1968 film Night of the Living Dead and they have appeared as plot devices in various books, films and in television shows. Zombie fiction is now a sizable subgenre of horror, usually describing a breakdown of civilization occurring when most of the population become flesh-eating zombies – a zombie apocalypse. The monsters are usually hungry for human flesh, often specifically brains. Sometimes they are victims of a fictional pandemic illness causing the dead to reanimate or the living to behave this way, but often no cause is given in the story.
Disappearances (as distinct from resurrection)
As knowledge of different religions has grown, so have claims of bodily disappearance of some religious and mythological figures. In ancient Greek religion, this was a way the gods made some physically immortal, including such figures as Cleitus, Ganymede, Menelaus, and Tithonus. After his death, Cycnus was changed into a swan and vanished. In his chapter on Romulus from Parallel Lives, Plutarch criticises the continuous belief in such disappearances, referring to the allegedly miraculous disappearance of the historical figures Romulus, Cleomedes of Astypalaea, and Croesus. In ancient times, Greek and Roman pagan similarities were explained by the early Christian writers, such as Justin Martyr, as the work of demons, with the intention of leading Christians astray.
In somewhat recent years it has been learned that Gesar, the Savior of Tibet, at the end, chants on a mountain top and his clothes fall empty to the ground. The body of the first Guru of the Sikhs, Guru Nanak Dev, is said to have disappeared and flowers were left in place of his dead body.
Lord Raglan's Hero Pattern lists many religious figures whose bodies disappear, or have more than one sepulchre. B. Traven, author of The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, wrote that the Inca Virococha arrived at Cusco (in modern-day Peru) and the Pacific seacoast where he walked across the water and vanished.[46] It has been thought that teachings regarding the purity and incorruptibility of the hero's human body are linked to this phenomenon. Perhaps, this is also to deter the practice of disturbing and collecting the hero's remains. They are safely protected if they have disappeared.
The first such case mentioned in the Bible is that of Enoch (son of Jared, great-grandfather of Noah, and father of Methuselah). Enoch is said to have lived a life where he "walked with God", after which "he was not, for God took him" (Genesis 5:1–18).
In Deuteronomy (34:6) Moses is secretly buried. Elijah vanishes in a whirlwind 2 Kings (2:11). After hundreds of years these two earlier Biblical heroes suddenly reappear, and are seen walking with Jesus, then again vanish. Mark (9:2–8), Matthew (17:1–8) and Luke (9:28–33). The last time he is seen, Luke (24:51) alone tells of Jesus leaving his disciples by ascending into the sky.
St Machar's Cathedral (or, more formally, the Cathedral Church of St Machar) is a Church of Scotland church in Aberdeen, Scotland. It is located to the north of the city centre, in the former burgh of Old Aberdeen. Technically, St Machar's is no longer a cathedral but rather a high kirk, as it has not been the seat of a bishopsince 1690.
St Machar is said to have been a companion of St Columba on his journey to Iona. A fourteenth-century legend tells how God (or St Columba) told Machar to establish a church where a river bends into the shape of a bishop's crosier before flowing into the sea.
The River Don bends in this way just below where the Cathedral now stands. According to legend, St Machar founded a site of worship in Old Aberdeen in about 580. Machar's church was superseded by a Norman cathedral in 1131, shortly after David I transferred the See from Mortlach to Aberdeen.
Almost nothing of that original cathedral survives; a lozenge-decorated base for a capital supporting one of the architraves can be seen in the Charter Room in the present church.
After the execution of William Wallace in 1305, his body was cut up and sent to different corners of the country to warn other dissenters. His left quarter ended up in Aberdeen and is buried in the walls of the cathedral.
At the end of the thirteenth century Bishop Henry Cheyne decided to extend the church, but the work was interrupted by the Scottish Wars of Independence. Cheyne's progress included piers for an extended choir at the transept crossing. These pillars, with decorated capitals of red sandstone, are still visible at the east end of the present church.
Though worn by exposure to the elements after the collapse of the cathedral's central tower, these capitals are among the finest stone carvings of their date to survive in Scotland.
Bishop Alexander Kininmund II demolished the Norman cathedral in the late 14th century, and began the nave, including the granite columns and the towers at the western end. Bishop Henry Lichtoun completed the nave, the west front and the northern transept, and made a start on the central tower.
Bishop Ingram Lindsay completed the roof and the paving stones in the later part of the fifteenth century. Further work was done over the next fifty years by Thomas Spens, William Elphinstone and Gavin Dunbar; Dunbar is responsible for the heraldic ceiling and the two western spires.
The chancel was demolished in 1560 during the Scottish Reformation. The bells and lead from the roof were sent to be sold in Holland, but the ship sank near Girdle Ness.
The central tower and spire collapsed in 1688, in a storm, and this destroyed the choir and transepts. The west arch of the crossing was then filled in, and worship carried on in the nave only; the current church consists only of the nave and aisles of the earlier building.
The ruined transepts and crossing are under the care of Historic Scotland, and contain an important group of late medieval bishops' tombs, protected from the weather by modern canopies. The Cathedral is chiefly built of outlayer granite. On the unique flat panelled ceiling of the nave (first half of the 16th Century) are the heraldic shields of the contemporary kings of Europe, and the chief earls and bishops of Scotland.
The Cathedral is a fine example of a fortified kirk, with twin towers built in the fashion of fourteenth-century tower houses. Their walls have the strength to hold spiral staircases to the upper floors and battlements. The spires which presently crown the
Though worn by exposure to the elements after the collapse of the cathedral's central tower, these capitals are among the finest stone carvings of their date to survive in Scotland.
Bishop Alexander Kininmund II demolished the Norman cathedral in the late 14th century, and began the nave, including the granite columns and the towers at the western end. Bishop Henry Lichtoun completed the nave, the west front and the northern transept, and made a start on the central tower.
Bishop Ingram Lindsay completed the roof and the paving stones in the later part of the fifteenth century. Further work was done over the next fifty years by Thomas Spens, William Elphinstone and Gavin Dunbar; Dunbar is responsible for the heraldic ceiling and the two western spires.
The chancel was demolished in 1560 during the Scottish Reformation. The bells and lead from the roof were sent to be sold in Holland, but the ship sank near Girdle Ness.
The central tower and spire collapsed in 1688, in a storm, and this destroyed the choir and transepts. The west arch of the crossing was then filled in, and worship carried on in the nave only; the current church consists only of the nave and aisles of the earlier building.
The ruined transepts and crossing are under the care of Historic Scotland, and contain an important group of late medieval bishops' tombs, protected from the weather by modern canopies. The Cathedral is chiefly built of outlayer granite. On the unique flat panelled ceiling of the nave (first half of the 16th Century) are the heraldic shields of the contemporary kings of Europe, and the chief earls and bishops of Scotland.
Bishops Gavin Dunbar and Alexander Galloway built the western towers and installed the heraldic ceiling, featuring 48 coats of arms in three rows of sixteen. Among those shown are:
* Pope Leo X's coat of arms in the centre, followed in order of importance by those of the Scottish archbishops and bishops.
* the Prior of St Andrews, representing other Church orders.
* King's College, the westernmost shield.
* Henry VIII of England, James V of Scotland and multiple instances for the Holy Roman Emperor Charles V, who was also King of Spain, Aragon, Navarre and Sicily at the time the ceiling was created.
* St Margaret of Scotland, possibly as a stand-in for Margaret Tudor, James V's mother, whose own arms would have been the marshalled arms of England and Scotland.
* the arms of Aberdeen and of the families Gordon, Lindsay, Hay and Keith.
The ceiling is set off by a frieze which starts at the north-west corner of the nave and lists the bishops of the see from Nechtan in 1131 to William Gordon at the Reformation in 1560. This is followed by the Scottish monarchs from Máel Coluim II to Mary, Queen of Scots.
Notable figures buried in the cathedral cemetery include the author J.J. Bell, Robert Brough, Gavin Dunbar, Robert Laws, a missionary to Malawi and William Ogilvie of Pittensear—the ‘rebel professor’.
There has been considerable investment in recent years in restoration work and the improvement of the display of historic artefacts at the Cathedral.
The battlements of the western towers, incomplete for several centuries, have been renewed to their original height and design, greatly improving the appearance of the exterior. Meanwhile, within the building, a number of important stone monuments have been displayed to advantage.
These include a possibly 7th-8th century cross-slab from Seaton (the only surviving evidence from Aberdeen of Christianity at such an early date); a rare 12th century sanctuary cross-head; and several well-preserved late medieval effigies of Cathedral clergy, valuable for their detailed representation of contemporary dress.
A notable modern addition to the Cathedral's artistic treasures is a carved wooden triptych commemorating John Barbour, archdeacon of Aberdeen (d. 1395), author of The Brus.
360° gif in the first comment.
The idea behind Mech Monday was to post one model of a mech, robot or drone per week, each Monday of 2019. Markus did all 52 models last year. For personal reasons, I did only the first half. This year, I’m doing the remaining 26 weekly themes.
Join in on the fun in the Mech Monday group.
If you want a challenge or need inspiration, next week’s theme is “Alt-Build.”
See you next Monday!