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#811
General / Re: LAWGIVER MK III Short Story WINNERS!
22 April, 2016, 04:59:03 PM
re requested emails for tickets
#812
General / Re: LAWGIVER MK III Short Story WINNERS!
21 April, 2016, 05:10:06 PM
Send me your details again
#813
Yeh... The Aliens one is pretty good, the Predator one pretty poor
#814
Prog / Re: Prog 1975 - top cop for the chop?
03 April, 2016, 11:11:47 AM
We've lost some great strips recently...

Dredd is good as ever, always nice to see a horror homage.

3rillers was quite dull, with 1970s art.

Survival Geeks is fun, worth it for the sight of a Cthulu humping Henry Hoover

Tainted might go somewhere but I'm not gripped.

Aquila is okay, missing the original artist though.

#816
I'll allow it

lol
#817
General / MARCH/APRIL SHORT STORY COMP - "Twothy TV"
21 March, 2016, 11:04:44 PM
Greetings, losers, boozers and, um, cruisers...

Time for a bit of fun with this month's comp, with a nice, simple premise...

Imagine a real TV show, but with a 2000AD character inserted into it.

See? ENDLESS possibilities.

Only one thing is barred, and that's DREDD. Let's be a little more creative and for once leave Mega City's top dog in peace for  comp.

So... TV show with 2000AD character(s) inserted, but NOT Dredd.

Thinking caps on, you have until the end of April.

Seeya Earthlets

Bad City Blue
#818
Prog / Re: Prog 1972 - the defiant ones
15 March, 2016, 06:41:08 PM
In short...

HELL YEAH! - Kingdom, Ro Warriors
HELL MEH! - FUTURE SHOCK, DREDD
#819
General / Re: LAWGIVER MK III Short Story WINNERS!
14 March, 2016, 12:54:08 PM
And the belated THARG'S CHOICE winner, who gets a luvverly Graphic Novel is...

DAN BANKS

Congrats Dan
#821
I think the best you can hope for is 'similar'.
#822
General / Re: LAWGIVER MK III Short Story WINNERS!
10 March, 2016, 07:15:02 PM
A recount has shown Buttonman is right!

Sharky can defer the prize if he wants though.

#823
General / LAWGIVER MK III Short Story WINNERS!
10 March, 2016, 12:03:20 PM
What a great little comp that was.

Sorry I've been absent myself but have been fitting and opening a new shop (with lots of comics in it)

We have three winners who will get 2 tickets to the gloriously fun Lawgiver MkIII con in Bristol on Sat 28th May this year.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1417073338554565/

Anyway, the three winners are (fanfare)

EAMONN1961
GOOSEGASH

and first time entrant the self proclaimed 'King Of Letters'

BUTTONMAN!

Well done guys and thanks for stretching those creative muscles.

I will be in touch re the prize.

One of the Ed Bots at 2000AD will also choose a story for a graphic novel bonus prize, so stay tuned

Bad City Blue
#824
General / Re: FEBRUARY ART COMP - VOTING THREAD
29 February, 2016, 08:17:27 AM
1 - Andy Lambert 1

2 - Dark Jimbo

3 - Allistairmac

Don't forget to vote in the short story comp as well, creeps
#825
General / Re: "TALES FROM THE CON" - VOTING THREAD
29 February, 2016, 08:15:46 AM
THE LEGENDARY SHARK

  Con.


"The comic con!" I enjoined the taxi driver.
He ruminated, activated the meter, and suggested, "I can introduce you to Ken Dodd for two hundred pounds."
"No, no," I admonished.
"Rufus Hound, fifty quid?"
"No," I warned.
"Jim Davidson for a tenner?"
I punched him in the back of the head and ran off.


***


Four hours later, winded from the chase, I ultimately lost the murderous taxi driver vigilantes and located the location of my objective – The Glasgow Comic Convention. It was replete with throngs of wannabes. I was not phased by this paltry "competition" as I agnised full well how well my own value easily well surpassed theirs.


Pushing aloofly through the throng, I espied one of the targets on my list.
"Mr Miles," I ejaculated, elbowing expertly to the fore of the queue.
He glowered up from the tome he was validating. "What?" he bit out irritably.
"Mr Pete Miles," I pronounced, "writer of The BBC Warriors, Nerys the Wall-Hook and Sausage." I presented him with a carefully labelled envelope from my valise. "For you," I explained generously.
He took the envelope cautiously and enquired suspiciously, "What's this?"
"Samples," I explained, "so that you may divine my obvious literary talent."
He hid the envelope under his desk cavalierly, making the action appear unimportant, which I cannot blame him for – for why draw attention to such value? "I'll read it later," he promised. "Now push off."
I bowed gallantly and moved off purposefully, searching ardently for my next objective.


"Mr Ragnar," I cried, attracting the other's attention.
He paused in the frankly simplistic lecture he was giving to an audience of hopeless literary aspirants. "What?" he demanded absently.
I thrust the second of my hand-calligraphed envelopes into his trembling manus and expounded, "A cornucopia of germinal concepts for inclusion in your Dreaded Judge and Sphagnum Frog serials."
"I see," he enounced, obviously in awe of the priceless matter. "My address is within, for payment purposes, of course," I smiled. "And now I leave you to your struggling students." I bowed grandly and departed the small hall to admiring applause.


My last goal fortuitously hove into view.
"Mr Smythe," I oozed winningly, "Mr Pat Smythe, editor of the Tooth House I.D. and The Dreaded Judge Magazine?"
He shook his head and turned away, cowed by my obvious talent, but I magnanimously ignored his intimidated mien. I tucked the last of my precious envelopes into his keeping.
"What's this?" he enquired.
"Ideas!" I expostulated. "Stories of imagination, wit and singular uniqueness for inclusion in your Feature Shocks and Time Blisters serials!"
His face darkened with the axiomatic responsibility he felt to be in possession of such treasure.
"Have you even read the comic?" he investigated.
"Of course not!" I guffawed. "Do I look like a child to you?"


***


At this juncture, person or persons unknown, jealous of my demonstrable genius, punched me in the back of the head. When I awoke, I was lying on the pavement outside the Convention Hall. A taxi pulled up and, some time later, an ambulance.

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ZIPPOCREED

A FAN'S LOVE

Si swept an arm across the table, knocking action figures and trading cards to the floor. With a gloved hand on Jessie's green shoulder, he hoisted himself up onto the table-top. Ignoring the stallholder's complaints, Si adjusted his helmet and cleared his throat.

'Well, what do we have here suckers?' He gestured to his girlfriend. 'A Judge with She-Hulk?'

All faces - some painted, some bearded all curious - turned in his direction.

'We've got the Pokemon crew and the Power Rangers in the same room, no beef, no trouble. Look, Master Chief standing shoulder to shoulder with a Titan. There's Wonder Woman, Sailor Moon and Jack Sparrow. Nobody is wasting nobody. We got Transformers and Terminators, Space Marines and Warcraft folk, Potterheads and Whovians, Zombies and Vamps. What we got is an army.'

'You tell 'em Si.' Kate shouted, spraying sausage roll crumbs down her Rorschach raincoat.

'Every production house, network and channel is making our films, our stuff.' He spread his arms wide. 'Every multi-plex and screen around the globe is playing our movies and shows. Millions play video games every day. Fan films are showing Hollywood how it should be done. People everywhere are watching and reading fantasy, horror and science fiction. This is our time.'

He had their complete attention. Everyone was silent and listening to his every word. Even Tom Baker got to his feet, large eyes moist with emotion.

'Can you dig it?'

The costumed crowds roared in approval. Fists thrust skyward. They whooped and cheered. He turned to see Jessie applauding, pink tears smearing her green make-up. Si held his hands high to the gathered followers.

The foam dart struck his helmet with a resounding doink!

The cheering died, replaced by a shocking silence. Hands lowered. There was no injury other than his pride.

'Ha ha!' A voice squeaked from the yellow-skinned party in the corner.

The message was clear; they would not follow him. He had failed. The fans returned to the usual business of the convention. Deals were done and artworks signed. Embarrassed, Si let his hands fall to his sides. Jessie helped him down to the floor.

'Don't worry.' She kissed his lips, painting them green. 'I will follow you from Narnia to Mega-City One.'

''Ere.' The stallholder jabbed a finger into his Judge's badge. 'What about all this?'

Si gazed down at the scattered figures and cards. Green Lantern lay in a compromising position with Robin. He crouched down and began to pick up the fallen stock. The stallholder however, seemed not to be satisfied.

'What the hell were you playing at?' The Battle Of The Planets t-shirt expanded as the stallholder stuck out his chest. 'I should put the law onto you.'

Si looked up at the sour face looming over him. He grinned. His lips parted but Jessie beat him to the line;

'Baby, he is The Law.'

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MARDROID

Reflection of Fear

Cyril is having a bad time. The costume is too tight and Chloe had wandered away to flirt with Nickolai Dante.  Cyril had decided to flirt with the punch bowl. (It was strange to have a punch bowl at a comic book convention, but he wasn't complaining.)

Standing in the Mens', Cyril feels peculiar. Considering the punch, the feeling of dizziness is understandable but that feeling of intense fear is not.

Cyril removes his helmet.  He is momentarily startled by his own pale face staring back at him from the mirror, then sighs, and splashes it with water. He still feels literally sick with fear. Is this what Judge Fear's victims feel like,  as he reaches for the visor?

Pop! The sound sends his heart jack-hammering.  Is that what a dimensional transporter sounds like when it discharges?

The cubicle door behind him opens and out steps Judge Fear. He can't be real? Fear reaches for his visor.

"Greetingssss mortal," says Judge Fear. "Gaze into the face of Fear!"

Before Fear can open his visor,  Cyril, groans, clutches his chest, and collapses.

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Roger gazed at the fat middle-aged man wearing the similar uniform in disbelief. The man shuddered and lay still.

Seconds later, George crashed into the Mens'. "We've got to leave!" he said. "Lionel let off a fire-cracker in the Ladies'.

George noticed the body. "What happened to him?"

"I think I killed him".

"What did you do that for?"

"I didn't MEAN to!" said Roger. "I heard that noise. I opened the door, and there he was, staring at me. His face was so comical I couldn't resist saying the line, and... We should call an ambulance."

"No time for that mate!" said George. "We've GOT to leave. Security will be here soon!"

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From his position high above, Cyril would have shaken his head, if it wasn't lying below staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. "You can't just leave me," he exclaims. They could.

Now he is sans-body, Cyril no longer feel ill, but that sense of fear remains. And what is that rustling chuckle, like moth wings?

"You would have been dead soon, anyway, mortal. The Dead Fluids had permeated your system."

Hovering near the air vent is a corpse face made of green smoke. It appears to be wearing a black helmet with a portcullis visor.

"Are you going to judge me?" whimpers Cyril.

"No, mortal," replies Judge Death. "You have been judged already."

"We do have a use for your body." says Death. "The Dead fluids mixed into Mortis's potion, are ripening it nicely.  Judge Fear. It is fitting that you take this."

A familiar bat-winged head materialises next to Death. It slides down into Cyril's corpse.

"What now?" thinks Cyril. "Will my own face turn into the thing I fear the most?"

He wants to look away, but he can't help himself. Then it happens. The eyes roll sideways, and lock on to him. No other change occurs, but it is enough.

Cyril gazes into the face of Fear. It is his own.

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The three most popular entries will receive a pair of LAWGIVER  MK3 tickets each, hopefully some of you will be coming regardless.

Cheers my lovely dears

BCB