So I’ve been getting notes together for an all-new comic over the past few months!
I decided that the few ideas I kept having were good enough to pursue, so I began making notes on the story and the characters. Here’s the skinny:
Imagine, if you will, the day the aliens/demons/ant overlords arrive and begin tearing the place up.
Now imagine there are no supergroups like the Avengers or the Justice League to take ‘em down.
Why are there no superheroes? Because about twenty years ago, a bunch of supervillains got together and took them out.
So now, on the day the invasion happens and all Hell breaks loose, who ya gonna call?
A bunch of middle-aged supervillains who haven’t done anything in about fifteen years and don’t exactly play well together.
First up is LumberJacques, a French Canadian strongman and master of Savate. LumberJacques was once a legendary villain who sold his amazing martial arts skills (and love of maple syrup) to the highest bidder for whatever dirty deed needing doing.
Now, this aging Canuck just wants to be left alone to kick over trees and karate-chop bears in the face in peace.
Next up is the Green Wiffle. He’s pretty much the worst idea I’ve ever had, committed to paper.
Imagine that if, when Abin Sur crash landed on Earth, his ring was intercepted by Carrot Top instead of Hal Jordan.Yeah.
Finally, we have SpamBot. SpamBot is… well, a SpamBot that becomes sentient, downloads itself into a robot body, and turns to a life of crime. The catch is, it can only communicate via spammy-sounding speech.
There are a few more to the cast, such as a planet-headed stand-up comedian, a master of puns who can only find work making up pun-related adult film titles, and a guy who is a living callus.
Anyway, watch this space for more character designs coming soon!
It’s not often that a fan-produced piece of work comes off with such spectacular shine and love for its inspiration. The cast here does a fantastic job of both channeling their original counterparts and building their own subtle interpretations of the characters.
Vic Mignogna as Kirk brings more manliness and gravitas per second to the screen than Chris Pine ever has. He reminds us of why series Kirk was so much better than film Kirk, playing the character as responsible, protective of his crew, and duty-minded.
The rest of the cast also shines in their roles, particularly Chris Doohan, here playing the role his father James originated in Scotty during the original series’ run. He eerily channels his father’s performance, everything from his tight-lipped line delivery to his fits of passion over the safety of the ship.
(By the way, Mr. Doohan actually had a bit part in 2009′s Star Trek reboot. Here he is alongside Scotty in the transporter room.)
Speaking of the ship, the sets here are easily the best sets I’ve ever seen produced for a piece of fan work, from the materials down to the lighting. You’d swear the crew is running around a Holodeck simulation of the original ship.
All in all, this is a beautiful series that I’m going to keep a close eye on in the months to come. If you’re a classic Star Trek fan, or if you’ve never seen an episode and want to know what the whole thing is all about, watch this. It’s absolutely great.
This is a recurring problem. I put my headphones in to drift to sleep at night while listening to podcasts. Usually I can fall asleep pretty quickly if the podcasts aren’t making me laugh too hard. I enjoy the Roosterteeth podcast, all of the Nerdy Show shows, and a couple of audio dramas that update every month or two.
Last night I was listening to my ipod and, while drifting in and out of sleep, kept hearing music on one of the Nerdy Show episodes, various chiptune covers of things, remixes, and some other stuff. I then promptly had a dream that Wreck it Ralph was fighting off a bar full of Italian mobsters and ninjas with his giant hands.
I don’t even know where to begin with that. Can I even Photoshop something that insane? I really don’t think that I can.
So for the last three or four weeks, I’ve come to the growing suspicion that my latent mutant ability (did you know that being left-handed is a mutation? Because being left-handed is totally a mutation) has finally begun to surface. The mutant power? The ability to break every single zipper I touch.
Seriously. Wait, where are you going? Sit back down.
In the last three weeks I’ve broken no less than four zippers. I broke the main zipper on my Bag of Holding (R.I.P., Bag of Holding; you held all my stuff,) I broke two zippers on my wife’s duffel bags, and finally I broke the zipper on my lunchbox, all without even doing anything out of the ordinary. One second, working zipper, next second, zipper hopelessly broken.
I imagine that somewhere, in the dim distant future, there will be a roving band of survivors led by Mel Gibson who are trying desperately to escape from a one-eyed warlord’s stronghold, only to come across the final barrier: a chain-link fence made entirely of zippers. The plucky young kids will look to Mel Gibson and he’ll run his hand (and his other chainsaw hand) through his graying hair in desperation. Just as all seems lost, the grizzled old man that has tagged along with them and improbably not been killed during the entire adventure will shuffle his way forward, his beard foaming over his sunken chest like dirty dishwater.
“Wait,” he’ll croak in an ancient, trembling voice, “I think I can help.”
As everyone watches, wide-eyed, the old man lifts a palsied hand and touches the fence, which immediately is reduced to its constituent atoms and falls to radioactive dust, blowing away in the wind. Mel Gibson’s eyes widen even farther, like they did in Mad Max when he saw his busted-up buddy (but seriously, that bug-eyed thing was creepy, am I right?) and he’ll look at me and say, “You’re the Gormally, aren’t you?”
But my powers, having burned themselves out in that brilliant flare, have drained me, too, and I smile once before turning to ash and drifting away.
Mel Gibson and the children escape while the one-eyed warlord’s pants fall around his ankles, preventing him from continuing his chase of the heroes. “What the hell?” he yells in fury, “What just happened to my zipper?!”