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Anyone guess what the vase does?

Asterix apropos, Tordle?

Zombo can be read by flicking my eyes across it first. The dialogue is just very good as well but not really needed for plot divulgence. Unless of course you don't want know what the heck is going on from Walt and Cowell. Is it only me the president made sense too?

Aand Dredd. Lot of wording up going on. Hope the pay off is a steady balanced stream of words and pictures displaying great battles with epiphanies, dramas and personal confrontations.

Wolves. Stilling getting my head around this pioneering format of writing.

Looking forward to the fight in Savage. The hand to hand fist fight.

Sinister Dexter 2 deuces if you ask me. But nobody is.
 

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He hits a good serve thap _that chap [/tennisanalogy]

Ha harr! Great one IATS!. My story was Johnny Alpha and the Bull. Same twist and all. Andf don't think I didn't muse that Beowulf either. Just couldn't get the obvious standing right in front of me and put it so eloquently. These are great stories everyone. A great subject choice.

   Ariadne, unlocked the wrought iron gate to the labyrinth. She stepped aside , allowing the traveling warrior access to the tunnels.


   He bid her thanks and entered. Once behind the gate he tied the end of a huge ball of string to one of the metal struts. Ariadne had never seen such a beautiful and mysterious stranger. With such weaponry. His hair, flowing curls of Minoan heroes. He gestured his farewell, she stood and watched, as his eyes lit as would fire and clear water combined and not break each others spirits but compel them to bring out each others' strengths.
   They were her remaining memory of his face, as it turned away into the pitch, subterranean soup beyond. Stayed until the glow of them ceased to cast his silhouette. Leaving only darkness and no hope of surviving the maze, much lest the the monstrous beast hidden within its cloying tendrils.

   Unclipping holsters, Johnny Alpha spot checked his coral of grenades hanging off their shoulder strap and flipped on the electro-nux..
   This was no struggling nervous wreck. This was a galactic traveler and he came from stars far beyond the imaginations of those of this time. His gun slumped int the hand  as it fizzed into malevolent life. It knew its purpose and know other. To harm. To maim, kill, wound, make suffer. It hummed to attention by Johnny's ear.

"Hopscotch in the dark Johnny!" 

  Wulf's voice. But it had an air of malice to his  heartening banter. It sounded like it was coming through the eaves of the cavern.

   "Throw a stone just right to get further down the squares and only Vulcan knows if you've got it in the square and there is one there at all. BWAHAHAHA! "
   The bellowing laugh warped into a roar. He came to a shuddering halt.

    No, not his ex-comrade in arms's hearty laugh at all. Wulf was long gone. Just him. Alone in an alien world. Alien to his time, his space. Not. Laughter. At all.



    He judged he was 87 milli-parsecs from his enemy. A snorting effigy which traveled on hooves.       
   
   Alpha's eyes pierced the tunnel walls to see the form was just beyond the next turn and coming at him at quite a pace..
     
    A huge thick and thickly hairy rock-pile in the shape of a hand poured into view. Johnny's actions came machine like and organic as a spider, flicking out a flash grenade, falling to his left away from the flash-bang.


     The Minotaur lunged around the corner, laz-pitchfork in his hidden hand.
     He swings it at the Search and Destroy agent. Quick enough to stab through his right shoulder. Through hyper-electrical explosions,  he chucks his gun into his left and lets off two churning bolts of fiery death. Two direct hits into it's knees. They make a satisfactory CHOW sound each at the behest of cartridge number 3.

    "That could be a good name for  a cologne, " mused Johnny. " If  I ever retire..."

  The  behemoth hurtled forwards. Toward him, it's horns, giant curving exo-bones in front.
   He had dropped. Now he rolled and kicked out, getting his helmet pelted of his head for his troubles. Snapping his head back up he regained control as his foot had intended. The Baal of Crete had rocked back upon his tumbled haunches. Then swung the gun barrel up firmly against the bull's   eye, throwing electro-shax at the creature.

   "Bull Puddull, I gotta writ for your minor eating hide. I'm taken you in!" he growled.

Loving the new site, and Boo's artwork background but do we really have to look up Andeson's nose on the right hand side? draws my eye every time, just saying is all 

I take it only some people can see the fabled Boo Cook background as I only have plain greys and water-blues. I can't see Anderson's nose, let alone her ^{_{t[spoiler]a[/spoiler]ts}}.

I love the idea that potential victims may well be more concerned with the comb-over before the teeth. But that's the mechanism, isn't it? Distraction?

I'm just on the final 3 eps of series 2. Excelling in dark comedy and intensity of bad moves and life choices, it is a commanding script with the interposition of the day to day coping with cancer sometimes leaving me on the backfoot of forgetting this is something that is pivotal to the plot. Whether they are positioning Walt into becoming an anti-hero or not, it remains difficult to feel sympathy for him.

I more empathise with Jesse's struggle. In a pathos sort of way heh.

Still cannot get this on digital... Even though there's a box to click. Nothingt's happening!!!!!!!!!! gawd!!

Bloody yes. And something from oor Mr Watts;

‎"Free flow of information can be used for good. But it can also be used for ill. So we are working with the Police, the intelligence services and industry to look at whether it would be right to stop people communicating via these websites and services when we know they are plotting violence, disorder and criminality. I have also asked the police if they need any other new powers."

You know when you get that feeling?

\Okay the cops backed off good and proper while the kids got a false sense of courage. The shadowy adults work with the cops to push the kids in the right direction. Boost their moral so to speak. The MPs and PM conveniently go on holiday. Let the problem take shape go in nice and late and clamp down hard . Another section of society under the iron fist and directing public anger away from the real pernicious manipulators.

The cops even vie for their cuts to be lessened while they get a little marshal law going on. Pushing and pulling.

How's that for truth?

Pffft. Only you SBT. Run at him one morning shouting, "Bootknife!" or stand, arms folded and casually reiterate Dredd's 'America' speech.

Out of the blue;

" Where do I stand?

I'll tell you where I stand..."

Damn straight it does!  Talking of DR and Quinch, Halo Jones is a popular one too.

A great pilot, and a great finale. That artwork is stunning.