Story to come...

Watched Hellboy: Sword of Storms & The Prestige. Both got the creative juices flowing and I've literally been drawing for six hours straight. Insane, I know, but oh so damn cool as well.
I'll have the story in connection to this little drawing up later. I've fleshed it out and came up with a neat little idea. Peace,
R.

Ancestor...

Courtesy of J.C. Hutchins, the author of the 7th Son Trilogy podcast,
this is the pdf of Scott Sigler's Ancestor. Read it, share it, buy the book from amazon.com.
http://cache.libsyn.com/scottsigler/Ancestor_ScottSigler.pdf
Peace,
R

Onward!: Part 2 - Chapter 8

Jeremy Crane. The man was more than a myth or a legend. He was living, breathing, pulsing flesh, trapped by a motor neuron disease the world could still not defeat. Yet he designed and built the most elegant of weapons and armor that North Americans had ever worn into battle since the age of Arthur. And he was deep in cryo-sleep. The people of the City had deemed it necessary to keep the brilliance of the man alive and therefore began to perpetuate the myth that he had traveled to different worlds. In fact the only worlds Jeremy Crane had ever traversed were the ones behind his eyes.

Previously on Onward!...
Macon landed the small vehicle and popped the restraint harnesses release button on the center of his chest. Three Operators walked up to Macon and Deacon. They were wearing the Mark 9 full body armor suits. They were sleek, a deep navy blue that almost looked purple, and armed with wrist guns. Each suit was outfitted with two types of ammunition, armor piercing rounds and the Hellfire Rounds used to bring down large star ships. The tallest of the three Operators came up to the two men and took his helmet off.
Macon, Deacon, we're glad you're here. It seems that the MTF lost two of the most notorious multiverse criminals ever," the Operator said.
"Evoy De Groot and Kyuzo Gyllipus, right?" said Macon. He clamped his helmet to the hip of his suit.
"Yes sir," the Operator answered. "Handler Graves is waiting inside sir, he wanted to talk to you both once you arrived," said the Operator.
"Let's not keep the man waiting then," Macon said. He walked into the station and followed the three Operators down the steps to the Metro RedLine Rail.
Handler Graves was a large man with a head of white hair he kept almost completely bald. There were scars on his left cheek and a scar that ran down his right eyebrow into a curve to meet with his lip. When the light hit him at an odd angle it looked as if he had a large C-shape on his face. Every Operator was afraid of him except two, Macon Dean and Deacon Smith. They were his best students and now two of the best Operators the company had, especially after Deacon's heroic exploits in the Drighton Spaceport.
"Where have the two of you been? Gyllipus and De Groot have been time hopping for over three days and we finally got a tip from Jonathan Daizen at the Multiverse Task Force that they were coming here armed to the teeth and ready to wage war for one man," Graves said.
"What one man could they possibly want?" Deacon said. He looked at Graves then at Macon.
"Jeremy Crane," was all Macon said.

I'm glad it's going to be a long BLACK SUMMER...

3 cheers for Mr. Ellis once again. He'll probably get flack from all those pro-war people who still support President Dumb Ass. I hope this book sells out everywhere along with his book Crooked Little Vein

The Black Parade...

Sunday March 11, 2007,
The Anaheim Convention Center.
Opening Band: Rise Against

Before the band hit the stage the house lights were put out and Pink Floyd's Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2 came on. The crowd chanted the lyrics in unison with 'We don't need no education' and kept the momentum going until through the darkness of the arena a gurney was placed in the center of the stage. The heart monitor beep that begins My Chemical Romance's album, The Black Parade, filled the arena along with the screams of their fans. A spotlight shot out and focused on Gerard Way, lead singer, and the concert was well under way. My Chemical Romance, performing under the guise of The Black Parade, went on to perform the entire album on stage, complete with Pink Floyd like balloons that flew overhead, a backdrop that was one part art deco architecture like that of Hugh Ferriss and Otto Wagner.
Afterwards both my wife and I got to meet the band courtesy of my cousin, who works for them.
Also in attendance was the great Grant Morrison, who happens to be friends with MCR. All in all, a good sunday.

Next week...

Frank Miller's 300 comes out along with the new Horus Heresy novel,
Flight of the Eisenstein by James Swallow.

Then on July 7th, this...
Fulgrim, by my favorite Black Library author,
Graham McNeill

enjoy!