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Young Heroes Vol 1 - Issue #10 "A Choice"
*After Alpha delivered his speech about the power nullifying 'Meta-Pill' the team realised just what has been happening. Alpha had been using his position as mayor to go under the radar and gain control of Atlas City, where only winged and animal type metas are allowed to live there. This allowed him to only be challenged by a limited range of heroes whom could not obtain enough evidence for a full on A.N.G.E.L. Investigation into his alleged child smuggling. The team had found out he must've been using the villain, Sharkattack to intercept T.O.X.I.N.s children smuggling boats. Employing Snowdrop to hack the radar of the boats to go undetected and also tamper with any tracking devices onboard. From then on it was using various villains for hired help to transport the children from the shore and sneak them into whatever facility inside Atlas City, where he had total control of authorities. He then had been conducting tests on the children for the so called, M-Pill. It didn't just nullify their abilities though. No. That was just so it could be dispatched. It clearly had some sort of brain washing side effect, something that made them totally obedient to Alpha's commands. Question remained, how could they prove it and or catch him in the act? They couldn't. Not yet at least. Vega knew this though, she has dealt with these kind of people before. Which is why she decided to pay him a visit.*
Alpha: "May I offer you a drink, my dear?"
Vega: "No."
Alpha: "Your loss."
*Alpha pours himself a glass pitcher of whiskey and licks his curled lips revealing his large teeth at Vega who's sits at his desk watching him through narrow lenses.*
Alpha: "You broke into my mansion."
Vega: "You should lock your doors."
*Alpha lets out a course growl of a laugh and holds his pitcher of whiskey flicking his tongue inside it like a dog with a bowl of water. He locks eyes with her and points out an extended claw finger and smirks*
Alpha: "I like you."
Vega: "Well I don't like you. I know you smuggled those kids to test out your M-Pill."
Alpha: "What are you going to do about it, hero? As far as I'm aware you have no evidence. Even if you were recording this conversation it is invalid because I never gave you my consent."
*Alpha trudges over to Vega towering over her and she looks up at his smug smile clenching her fists. Alpha notices this and growls grabbing her by the throat in his hand lifting her 3ft in the air at his level laughing at her grab his wrist struggling.*
Alpha: "I could kill you right now and say it was in self defence. Or I could howl for help saying there's a Meta in my mansion. You were a fool to come here."
Vega: "I only came to make a choice."
*Vega hits at Alpha's hands weakly making him smile with amusement as he slams a large meaty fist into her body making her go limp. He snorts dropping her, as she falls he backhands her across the room.*
Alpha: "What choice? Are you going to kill me, you can't. If you murdered me everyone would know it was a Meta. Humans adore me, they appeal to my Anti-Meta policy. It would start another a Meta war, like in Croatia."
Vega: *grunts* "Why do you want the kids on the M-Pill?"
Alpha: "I can simply activate their powers once again with a voice command. Only their little minds will be mine to control. Once the pill goes global I will have Meta's hooked and finally I will be the Alpha."
*Vega gets up slowly from the floor only to be grabbed in Alpha's paw and smashed through his desk. He pulls away looking down at the woman who lays there feebly trying to get up, she tilts her head looking up at him.*
Vega: "I've made my choice. I'm going to kill you."
Alpha: *laughs* "You can't kill me. You're beaten, you're weak, you're-"
Vega: "Faking."
*Alpha looks at her shocked as she becomes a blur quickly zipping away. He turns in a daze seeing her leap up and kick off his chest causing him to stagger back near his broken desk. He swipes at her with his claws only to scratch the empty air and growls angrily. Vega leaps up into the air locking eyes with him and claps her hand in a heartbeat rhythm off his chest. Alpha's heart beats abnormally as her hand blurs smacking his furry chest harder. She grabs his collar whilst he falls back on the remains of his desk pining and looks into his wide eyes feeling his heart twitch and and become still.*
Vega: "A heart attack. What a happy accident."
*Vega stands up dusting off her hands and speeds out the mansion into the night leaving Alpha alone in his study. She ended him, now she had to end the distribution of the M-Pill.*
Young Heroes Vol 1 - Issue #9 "M-Pill"
*The group took the news about Felix hard, because they were reckless the boy almost drowned. Thankfully, Hope took the information to Vega and A.N.G.E.L. forces were dispatched to intercept the smugglers vessel and because of him not sneaking out with his team he managed to save Felix. After a week in recovery Felix's Dad didn't want him on the team anymore, Vega took full responsibility for the teams actions but she made up for it with the training beatdown they received. Nik is still hospitalised but is making a strong recovery after his heavy injuries from the fight against Sharkattack. Apparently the villain was purposely intercepting T.O.X.I.N.s smuggling operation, downing the ships and transporting the containers full of kids to another employer. That was what they thought anyway, as the attack was rather random. Who is wanting the children of T.O.X.I.N. and for what is still being investigated but the hero of Atlas City has some news.*
Vega: "What is it, Guardian? Any good news?"
Guardian: "Afraid not. It appears that, Luna was right about his hunch."
Emoji: "Isn't that good? We know who is smuggling in these Meta kids!"
Guardian: "It's who it is that's the bad news. It's, Alpha."
Vega : "Damn."
Hope: "What's so bad about him? Besides the generic name?"
*Guardian and Vega exchange looks and he nods to a silent question, she curses and thumps her fist down on the table. The team look at one another confused and wait for an answer.*
Guardian: "He's in Atlas City. For those of you who don't know, the citizens are very..."
Vega: "Anti-Meta."
Guardian: *clears his throat* "Cultural. The people only accept winged Meta's and certain animal types. That's why you guys can't get Alpha, he's a wolf type Meta."
Luna: "Can't you bring him in?"
*Guardian laughs dryly, clearly unamused and looks away bitterly.*
Guardian: "It's not so simple, there's a problem."
Luna: "Don't tell me... a political one?"
Vega: "How did yo-"
Luna: "We used to clash back in the day."
Hope: "So what, this guy the mayor?" *laughs*
Guardian: "Actually, yes. He's going to be announcing something new to the city today. This is why Vega has been authorised to send you lot in. The media, citizens and police are swarming the City Hall so if they spot a hero like me 'harassing' the mayor it's bad press. So see what he's up to."
Emoji: "So... no costumes?"
Vega: "Unfortunately not."
*The team change and are each transported to Atlas City, where they wait for Vega to show up. Hope is a little reluctant to be showing the team his identity but he wanted to help the team out, it's the least he could do with two members short. Luna meets up with him with a slight wave and is shortly followed by Emoji, who seems to look rather nervous without Nik by her side.*
Emoji: "Hope?"
Hope: "Uh... yeah. So you guys ever seen Vega without her mask?"
Luna: "No. Why, you think she's got tons of scars or something?"
*Hope looks off to the side with his arms folded and stares amazed at the young woman who strides her way up the sidewalk. Luna notices her and his jaw drops as she approaches, flicking her hair back and flashing a smile at the group.*
Vega: "Hey, team!"
*Her smile fades slightly and she looks at Hope and Luna confused, she then rolls her eyes and reaches out lifting their jaws. She turns to Emoji who looks at her wide eyed.*
Vega: "Ugh. Ok, so I may have been a model before joining the army. Now come on, let's go see what Mayor Alpha is up to."
*Vega swivels around on her heels and begins to walk on ahead with Emoji loosely following. She stops and looks back at the guys who begin to snap out of their daze and jog after them. Soon they approach the City Hall and enter the building where they blend into the huge crowd of people that clamour around the stage which is covered by two billowing curtains. The crowd cheers in excitement as the curtains are pulled to the sides by two kids who go backstage. A large humanoid wolf figure then walks on the stage and is met with cheers, he pulls his lips back in a fanged filled smile and waves to the crowd eyeing them up.*
Alpha: "Good evening everyone, thank you so much for coming. I have something big to announce that will change the world forever! I give to you the, M-Pill. A small tablet that when taken with nullify a Metahumans powers, for 24 hours until being taken again. Don't believe me, well why don't you ask my ex-meta volunteers?"
*Emoji gasps as they hide in amongst the crowd who watches excitedly as a group of about 50 children march on stage with deadpan expressions. The crowd applaud and Alpha's eyes spark with malice.*
Alpha: "Smile my children, grin for the wonderful future ahead!"
*The crowd roar with joy seeing the children all smile in unison, there's lips forcefully stretched out in a big toothy grin. Alpha encourages them to wave and they all do in tandem like a sea of hands. The team look at one another alarmed.*
Hope: "Now that's just creepy."
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Young Heroes Vol 1 - Issue #8 "Sharkattack"
*Nik felt like he'd been swimming for hours in the dark waters pursuing after the boat, it always just being inches away from his reach. His muscles burned from exhaustion, so much so he thought that if he wasn't in water his body would have combusted. He wasn't going to leave Felix behind though. Those smugglers had got him somehow and the boat could've been long gone by the time A.N.G.E.L. got notified. They should have told Vega when they found out where the Meta Smugglers were but no, they wanted to take them on. It was his fault and if he died getting Felix back then so be it. Emoji would be angry for him leaving her, she'd probably revive and kill him herself. Nik smiles at the thought of her and grits his teeth swimming even harder till he grabs the boat that relentlessly drags him through the water. He screams in agony pulling himself on deck panting, his eyes close but he forces them open, only to see a guard aiming his gun at him.*
Nik: "Just my luck..."
*He stares up at the gun breathing shakily as he watches the guard about to pull the trigger. Until something slams into the side of the boat like an underwater train, it tilts to its side in the water knocking the armed guard off along with Nik, luckily he grabs the side of the boat as his legs sweep away in the current. He stares up at the boat that's about to capsize and watches helplessly as the loose container Felix is in snaps free from its restraints and fall past him. It strikes the water and the children can be heard screaming inside.*
Nik: "No, Felix!"
*Nik drops from the boat as it stabilises itself from the impact of whatever hit it and he lands back into the cold water making him shudder. He swims over to the container which creaks as it slowly begins to submerge drowning out the muffled screams of the children inside. Nik starts to unlock the bolt of the container but something grabs his leg with a vice like grip and drags him under the water. He thrashes wildly in the water holding his breath and looks down seeing the villain, Sharkattack. Nik slams his foot repeatedly off its rubberised nose till he realises this is not a humanoid shark, it's a man underneath. He remembered seeing him on the news, so stupid he thought, but now all he could think of was how badly screwed he was.*
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Felix: "D-Don't worry, I'll get us out of here!"
*Felix was lying though, he didn't know how to get the other kids out. The water had already started to seep in making their feet wet and the special cuffs they all had on somehow stopped their powers. The kids were climbing over each other trying to stay above the water that filled it up like a bathtub. Felix noticed that one of the bad men couldn't make his cuffs fit him, he was too small. Felix knew what he had to do though. He cried out in pain scratching the cuffs over his red raw wrists edging them painfully over his hand and off. He looked down at his bloodied wrist through watering eyes and bit his lip in pain pulling the cuff off his other tiny hand. The other kids ignored him, pounding on the crate as it tilts back piling them on top of one another crushing him against the back of the container. Felix closes his eyes tightly hearing the screams of the kids ring in his ears, he held back his Monster, he was scared it would hurt them. He was terrified of the monster inside him but maybe if he told it what to do it would listen.*
Felix: "Help them!"
*Felix falls under the water as it gushes in rising to the top. It's then his body glows and his radiant Monster climbs out from him materialising, it turns seeing Felix watching him with large blue eyes which ignite the murky waters. Felix points to the other kids that thrash in the water struggling to breathe and the monster turns its back on him grabbing the children in its large hands hugging them tightly together. It turns to Felix but it can't carry him too, reluctantly the monster bursts out swimming powerfully up to the surface. Felix whimpers in the water inhaling it, starving for oxygen. He begins to black out and he floats back in the water seeing his monster carry the kids to the top. His eyes begin to close and no longer is he panicking, he smiles looking up and that's when he sees Hope fly down through the water inside the sinking container grabbing him tightly.*
"Shark Attack!!!"
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For this image I had my model balance on a kettle weight and then combine 6 images to make the following composite. She is lit with 3 600 ex-rt speedlites on either side in small gridded soft boxes and a umbrella in front for fill with a speedlite set to minimum power.
For those who asked to be updated on the shark attack last weekend, this is the first info from the hospital in San Diego. For those who don't get the link, Leeanne Ericson is on a breathing tube, lots of pain meds and has had two surgeries and will need much more. She was bitten to the bone in her buttock and thigh and will need help learning to walk again. She is expected to live. This is San Onofre State Park where the attack happened - photo taken last year.
www.cbs8.com/story/35354427/surgeon-gives-update-on-woman...
Here’s the idea: you put on a wetsuit. One of the crew members tosses a decapitated tuna head into the water, affixed to a tow rope. Another crew guy spills a steady trickle of fish guts into the water. Since we are in South Africa's “Shark Alley” – the cunning plan is to draw as many sharks as possible so that when we get into the “shark cage” the sharks will come along, expecting to eat something.
“You should go in,” says Sheree…who is the only one who wanted to do this whole thing in the first place. It’s one of those adventures where I would look at a brochure; roll my eyes and wonder briefly what kind of moron would be stupid enough to pay money and actually go into shark infested waters ON PURPOSE.
“Me?” I ask, squeaking just a little. “I should go in?”
“Yup. I’m going to take pictures from here. Do something I’m not doing,” she says.
I decide not to point out that I do lots of things she doesn’t do: peeing standing up, for example. But I have already made up my mind to go into the cage. I am, after all, paying two hundred dollars so that I could get up a little past four, and finish my morning in the water with sharks. My mom didn’t raise any idiots. (Well she did…but I am not one of them.)
“All divers must pick up their wetsuits on the first deck,” says the captain, an affable craggy faced man who drops tourists into shark water for a living.
With one final thought of “What the HELL ARE YOU DOING???” I join the line up of brain dead prospective chum donors. Most of them are twenty-somethings from around the globe. There are several blond gym bunnies and their attending frat boy/muscle head/young-guys-who-can’t-seem-to-keep-their-pants-up companions.
The captain sizes me up and hands me a wet suit. It’s sopping wet and heavy and looks like it’s designed for someone of more conventional size. (I am a touch rotund.) I look at the rubber scrap.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He nods and responds “Ja Ja” which is South African for “Yes Yes.”
I go to the head to put the wet suit on – having no desire to do what I am certain will wind up being a very undignified procedure in front of the gym bunnies.
As I stand locked in the tiny room with the outer space looking toilet in my underwear, the ship takes off. It seems to me they could give some warning…that someone could call out: “Hey Disgruntled Little Fat Guy In His Underwear In The Head: We Are Planning To Take Off With a REAL Joyful Spurt of Speed Now.”
I lurch to one side, banging my head on some mysterious pipe, begin cursing anyone and everyone as someone knocks on the door.
“In a minute,” I call.
The fricking wet suit is inside out. I pull at it, still as dubious as an elephant contemplating a napkin tutu…but the idea of bravely facing sharks in their own environment without peeing my pants sustains me.
I settle onto the tiny toilet seat and thrust one leg into the wet suit. No. That’s not the right word: I TRY to put my leg into the leg and am stopped by clammy rubber. It feels gross. But I, Great White Hunter, do not know the meaning of the word "gross." Ahem.
I try to work the rubber over my leg and it isn’t going.
Someone knocks again. The boat lurches to one side. I bang my head again. Shit.
“In a minute,” I call cheerily. Dork, I think. Did you SEE me come out of here since the last time you knocked?
I have the wet suit leg almost up to my knee now and am slowly working the rubber down my ankle.
Sheree forgot her sea bands somewhere. And I have taken seasick medication…so I gave mine to her. And the head is starting to smell bad. Diesel fumes? Poop? Sea? I stop my brain right there, resolving NOT to think about it. For the love of God: don’t go there. Nossir. Four fricking hours on the fricking water surrounded by gym bunnies…and me heaving my guts into the water? No way the Great White Hunter will be seen like that.
The leg finally kind of is on and I must now raise my other leg, while balancing one butt cheek on the toilet seat in the rocking boat while I try get my other foot in. (Like that’s gonna happen.)
The boat pitches again and my precarious balance is disrupted and I slide off the toilet and, with a fleeting thought “this is really gonna hurt,” slam onto the hard metal floor.
Knocking again. This time more insistent.
I ignore it.
I am pinned on the floor, one leg straight, the other bent at a vaguely unnatural angle because I can’t get it through the rubber. I try to think through the motions that will allow me to get up. I brace my hands on the toilet seat (don’t even think about it)…and the almost smooth wall and shove. It almost works, but the boat runs into another ice burg and it lurches and I thump to the floor.
Fury charges my muscles and, in the midst of a fifty-something tantrum I thrash and shove that fricking leg forward with all that is within me and am rewarded by the appearance of a big toe…nearly…at the bottom of the leg. The knee pad is still around my ankle…but I choose to celebrate the small things.
Seizing the moment, I struggle to my feet and try to thrust my arms through the microscopic arm holes. Does the head actually stink more than it did a minute ago? Are they piping the diesel fumes directly in here? Who the hell is smoking? Are they hitting waves on PURPOSE?
I am suddenly and without warning in the familiar position of being driven to the floor, only now I have one arm trapped under me.
Knocking again.
“Piss off,” I call out cheerily.
Arms are easier than legs and I get both of them into the wet suit finally and realize there’s no way I can stand up. The rubber traps me in a forward leaning position and I look like I should be ringing the bell at Notre Dame, not facing down sharks.
No way this suit is the right size.
I sigh…ignore the knocking…and work the suit off.
When I go up top Sheree shrewdly observes. “You’re not in a wet suit.”
I just look at her.
“How come?”
“They didn’t have my color.”
“Really…how come?”
I just look at her for a long moment. She shrugs and goes back to snapping pictures, enthusing about what wonderful shots she’s getting, completely indifferent to my recent suffering and obvious need for a touch of human comfort.
I shrug and decide I wanted to take pictures from the start.
This is one of them.
From ARGOSY, July 1960... A great shark attack illustration by Jack Hearne for a story by Robert Edmond Alter. One of the images that will be featured in a new men's adventure magazine story and art anthology I'm working on for the Men's Adventure Library series (amzn.to/38U9vs4).
On the side of the Nomad, west bank Minneapolis. I'll post complete mural pics posted as soon as it's done..
After tresure looting on an adonned island, Port and Riggings get surrounded by a hungry mob of sharks!
I'm participating in vignweek hosted by RebelLUG, a contest where you have to build a vignette every day for a week. The theme for the fourth day is to build a classic pirates scene, so here's my entry!
Was testing out my 50mm f/1.4 inside. Nova is obviously quite interested in what I'm doing, to the point she doesn't even see Cody coming at her like a shark!
Made me laugh - I didn't expect him to sneak into the shot!
Can't wait for tomorrow - only have one class and lots of time to go looking through everyones 12 Month photos!
Explored Jan 25th, Highest Position #17
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Made with the Bing Image Creator, powered by DALL-E 3.
I think that AI image generation is similar in many ways to photography. The camera itself handles all the fine details, but the photographer is in charge of curating the types of images that will be created.
Ultimately, it is all about maximizing the probability that something good will be created.
This is very similar to AI image generation, in terms of the skills involved and what the human does vs. what the machine does.
You can't compare AI image generation to the process of actually making these images from scratch with 3D software or paint/pencils, where the human controls every detail.
However, I think the process really is very similar to that of photography, as I made the case for above.
- Josh
shark themed cookies with a few nervous fish! Handcut cookies with some cutters. Covered in fondant and some handpainted for a shark themed party
Explore #65
“He threw himself aside with amazing quickness, avoiding the shock of collision and at the same second driving his dagger into its side.”
I shot yesterday day evening at Kogel Bay. It's always been a relaxing place, up until last week. A bodyboarder was killed by a shark at this surf spot. It's a real tragedy to lose someone like that. Nature is both beautiful and brutal.
Links to the story:
www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/Sharks-rip-surfer-apart-2...
www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/Shark-documentary-Permit-...
Regardless of the mood, the sunset was awesome. I took a lot of photos, more to come!
5 exposure HDR. Merged in Photomatix. Editted in Photoshop CS5
f/16 ISO100 12mm