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Can't help but think Frank Miller would treat Veidt as the hero...

I always felt that the great strength of the Watchmen series was that is was a snapshot of a world, with huge parts of its mythos left to the imagination.  Characters like Moloch appear to have been given very little visible backstory on purpose.  If you were to read a prequel pertaining to Moloch, or Wally, or find out why young Bernie spends his days on the street, would it add anything to the overall purpose of the story? 

I'd also be a bit concerned that a sequel (or prequel) would be a sequel to the film, rather than the book.  Either way, for someone coming to the Watchmen comic book for the first time, i can only see it as damaging the worth if the tale.

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Off Topic / Re: Frank Miller's bleeding heart
« on: 15 November, 2011, 05:55:44 PM »

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Film & TV / Re: Life's Too Short - BBC Two
« on: 13 November, 2011, 10:09:42 PM »
I found a lot of the gags to be quite obviously brent-esque, and a bit jarring coming from Warwick.  That said, i do think it had some great lines, such as Liam Neeson's painful cameo, and the bit of meta-comedy involving Shaun "Barry from Eastenders" Williamson.

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Off Topic / Re: Frank Miller's bleeding heart
« on: 13 November, 2011, 05:46:58 PM »
The protests didn't close St Paul's - the decision to close was made by the cathedral chapter, and was more closely based on the financial ties the church has to the City than to health and safety: the protesters asked to see the health and safety report which the church said it had, but the church ignore the request; the fire brigade made it clear that they hadno concerns with regards the protesters.  On the Northside of st Paul's, you will find a security fence, ensuring that camp does mot pose a fire hazard to the stone building which survived the Blitz- on the fence is a polite little sign, put there by protesters, explaining what the fence is for and requesting that this be respected.

"With us or against us"? There's a kitchen tent which hands out food to anyone who asks, the square is regularly swept clean to avoid any litter, the pathways are kept clear, and any music or noise is respectfully timed so as not to disruptchurch services.

Its worth noting that the protest isn't aimed at St Paul's but at the stock exchange - however, the stock exchange is on private land - actually a street in the centre of London which is privately owned, and therefore sealed off to prevent anyone unauthorized entering.

referring to those who are protesting as thieves and rapists is the sign of someone who clearly looks down on anyone with differing opinions.  Frank's "belief" appears to be that America is at war with evil, and protesting against corruption and greed strengthens the enemy. Essentially, if you argue with those in charge, the terrorists have won.  Anyone who does not devote themselves utterly to a protest by abandoning the trappings of western society is weak and immoral -curiously enough the same reasoning used by Frank's enemies.

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Off Topic / Re: Frank Miller's bleeding heart
« on: 13 November, 2011, 11:16:16 AM »
I wonder if Frank has been anywhere near an occupy protest, or has just been watching Faux News.  Its curious that the comments on his blog seem to be divided between people who disagree with him and people who find it difficult to have a discussion without decending into childish bigotry.

I look forward to Frank volunteering to defend his country, since his creative days are clearly behind him.

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1st. Alski - Dare doing a Harry Brown. Brilliant

2nd. Clavell - don't know why I didn't see the resemblance earlier.

3rd. Mogzilla - Dredd end. Because if your going to go, you may as well take 7000 kiddies with you.

Hm: mogzilla...for not giving up.

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Old Valiant albums left over from my older brothers were the first thing I remember reading on my own.

I remember being about seven and being handed a binbag filled with old spiderman and fantastic four comics, that came from a mate of my brother who was having a clear out.  Problem was, all the staples had been removed and the pages seperated and shuffled. I honestly have no idea why. 

Moved on to 2000ad when I was ten.  Picked up a summer special for the pocket money busting price of 75 pence - it was colourful, violent, and almost had swearing in it, so i loved it. 

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General / Re: Who Is Your favourite Writer To Have Come Through 2000AD?
« on: 01 November, 2011, 06:41:26 PM »
His Holiness, Sir Alan of Moore. 

I've found that with Grant Morrison, there's little middleground:  I either love it or find it unreadable. 

Mark Millar makes a decent living drawing the storyboards for hollywood movies and publishing them as comics.  I can honestly say that Wanted is the most awful thing I've ever read.

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Off Topic / Re: I'm Dieing on the Inside and I can't Stop It
« on: 22 October, 2011, 11:49:27 AM »
Hi mate.  I occasionally suffer from mild depression, but went through a really bad patch at about 14. It feels stupid, sitting down to talk about you feelings, but it really does help to put things in perspective.  It might not solve all problems, but its a good place to start.
It gets better.

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Film & TV / Re: Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace 3D
« on: 17 October, 2011, 09:12:06 PM »
It has some added scenes too, but they're just of Lucas laughing as he rolls around in a big pile of money...

CGI Money.

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Welcome to the board / Ahoy-hoy
« on: 14 October, 2011, 04:35:36 PM »
Hi guys.  Long time lurker, I've finally gotten round to registering.  Just couldn't resist the writing comps any longer. 
Am I the only one who has problems with the verification letters?  Begining to think I may actually be a spambot.

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Thought I'd give a classy lady a classy send off...


The Ballad of Halo Jones. 

Book Nine.  Chapter Twelve

As the ship soared across the surface of the planet, Halo Jones looked down upon the place of her childhood, the home-world she had hardly known.  It was so different then, more than a lifetime before; before the fall of Mankind and the rise of the Cetacean Empire; before the Great Flood and the Enslavement; before she was a cruise ship hostess, a soldier, a pirate, a princess.

Beneath Halo’s feet, the hull of the ancient battlecruiser ached and moaned, ready to collapse under its own weight.  She had travelled so far, in so many different ways.  It had never occurred to her, back at the beginning, that it would end like this.  Around her, the final human fleet was escaping from the prison of earth, through the hole that her armada had torn in the system's defence.  Mankind would start again, away from this flooded wasteland that the dolphins had created in their thirst for power.

As for Halo, she stood alone on this aging ship.

The view screen flashed to life, and the face of Halo’s daughter appeared. 
 
“Mother, the last survivors are aboard.  The fleet are ready to leave”.  The image on the screen faded and crackled as the communication systems failed.

Brinna Chop had her father’s eyes.  The same dark, hopeful and considerate eyes that she had looked into when they danced for the first time.  How she had loved him, the man who had abandoned everything to give her this one chance. 

“Take them into the Widow Systems before you split up, Brinna.  The Cetacean ships won’t follow you into the nebula”.  Halo watched her own hands as they ran over the starchart.  They look like they belong to someone else, she thought.  They look like they belong to someone old.

“We’ll never make it...zzzttttzz... jumpdrives  are...zzztttzzz...collapse..”.  Brinna was panicked, but Halo knew she would lead the survivors to safety.  She had her father’s strength, a strength that Halo had always envied.  It seemed to her that she had fallen through her own life, events coursing past whilst she tried to keep up.   

“Don’t worry, Brinna my love, I’ll slow them down.”

....zzzzttttzz.. what?  Where are we going to go?  What are you going to do?”

Halo smiled as she saw her daughter for the last time.  “Out” said Halo Jones, and the viewscreen obeyed, cutting the feed on the last face she would see.

As the planet that was once called Earth appeared again before her, she finally saw a place she recognised, floating alone in the ocean. 

“Computer, cut power every system and redirect to propulsion.  Set interception course for Cetacean Fleet”.  On the screen before her, she traced her finger in a slow circle around the image of the place she had once called home.

 The Ship’s synthetic voice filled the bridge, too loud, too deep to be human. “Admiral Jones, Please confirm:  Power redirection from life support?”

“...everything”

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