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Cartoon Review: Ultimate Spider-Man
I’ll be honest, I approached Ultimate Spider-man with a bit of a bias. Taking into consideration the insanity of the Ultimate Marvel universe and previous Spider-man tv series.
Turns out it’s great!
No, seriously.
Okay, I’ll start by taking a look at the art style, plot, fight-scenes and overall experience.
The first thing I notice when I look at Spider-man is the color, he’s red, he’s blue, the city is bright and somewhat cheery in the day, and dark, almost harsh and unforgiving at night. It’s been my experience visiting Manhattan in several occasions and it’s one of the most memorable things about it. Spidey himself is a bright and charismatic-looking teen (yes, teen, as in high-school) and this shows up during the entirety of the first few episodes. Everything is bright, colorful, almost as if there was never any intention of the series being serious and dark. This is good, it’s a different envisioning of one of my favorite heroes and given the setting it’s actually fitting, though I wish it would express more dark and broodyness; I digress, the style is very apt with little deformity and though the series is a little slap-stick it only adds rather than takes away from it.
About 9 episodes in and there’s still not much of a plot to speak of. Sure there stuff brewing in the background, but it doesn’t have much to do with the heroes yet, other than knowing that Spidey is being targeted for something. The team still doesn’t seem to have it together and this is okay, but the constant bickering should have died down a little by now. The team aspect of having Spidey with a bunch of other like-teens is interesting, though Nova is portrayed as a raving idiot and White Tiger is nothing short of an egotistical bitch, everyone else seems well balanced and adjusted to being a super-powered crimefighter in training. I’m not so sure the whole Shield thing is anything short of a plot-device and the constant random appearances of other famous Marvel heroes, particularly Avengers seems to be a gimmick. As always Spidey is full of bad puns and tends to run at the mouth, which is enjoyable and funny; but the cut-aways to speak to the audience are a little strange and makes it seem like more of a kids show than anything for fans.
The fights are great, both heroes and villains fight taking their environment into account, the background isn’t simply painted on like in old cartoons. The moves are sometimes complex and benefit from an HD viewing. Each hero has a distinct style which is maintained and used efficiently and in an entertaining fashion.
Overall, it’s a fun series with a demographic that spans from pre-teens to adults, though its gimmicky screenplay and slapstick comedy might not appeal to the more hard-core fans.
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This is why I don’t host parties anymore.
What do you think?
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Source: codygough
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Anonymous asked: Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?
I’ll think about it, wanna make it a date?
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Feelings can’t be put into words, dumbass.
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The Blades of Trinity - Epilogue - Heroes
Shadowbane - The blade of light, a flawless greatsword made entirely out of translucent glass shone with an inner warmth and radiance like that of Dannan, the sun, himself. The hilt, crafted out of a metal that was light and indestructible, but beautiful as polished platinum boasted an design that was elegant and intricate with lines of gold around the handle. It was placed high atop the tallest mountain in the realm of shadow. From there it shone down upon the realm bringing light as hope to it’s denizens. The blade shines a light that can be seen for miles when wielded by someone worthy of it, this light can only be covered by a sheath made of obsidian and void, legends speak of such a sheath but crafting it seems to be outside the possibility of mortals. It has gone missing and it’s current whereabouts are unknown.
Voidbringer - The blade of darkness, a bastard sword with a hilt made of a blood-red starmetal embossed with dark purple lines of amethyst, the blade itself seemingly transparent but when examined closely shows a view through everything and straight into the void of space, ignoring earth, metal, stone, bone and flesh, it always shows the night sky as if seen outside without light. It was placed in the lowest and darkest cavern in the fey realm, from there it seated on it’s obsidian stone it works as a portal that brings forth terrors from the void, to remind the denizens of the realm to always be ready, for madness and chaos are as dangerous as any beast. The blade has remained untouched since it’s creation and it’s location remains guarded by unspeakable horrors that have reached the world from the remnants of the first fallen dark one.
Bedwyr - The blade of heroes, a longsword of made out of the strongest steel Dannan could create was fitted with a hilt of the same material and embossed with an edge and details made out of diamond, an impossible shape to recreate naturally or artificially, it boasted an intricate knot where the blade met the hilt and a hollow handle. It was given to a young man from the first races with the hopes that it be passed on to a hero worthy to maintain peace in the world and maybe even seal the rift into chaos once and for all. Those who have wielded the sword have benefited from lives that span into the centuries and even millennial, unnatural charisma and uncanny luck. It is said that heroes who have wielded Bedwyr for a just cause can hear the voices of past heroes or even the voice of Dagda herself while the blade is in their hands, the hollow hilt is said to hold a part of their souls intact in case the chaos should arise and all life be destroyed. If wielded by someone unworthy it simply becomes an unnaturally good longsword of masterful crafting, tarnished by time and with beautiful green-blue patterns throughout it’s body.
It was Dannan’s will that the blades be reunited in the fight against the madness beyond, but scripture and men are unreliable, so it is unknown if anyone knows of their existence, much less their true purpose; they are keys that can lock the realm of chaos away from the other realms, possibly for eternity. Dannan and Dagda could commune with a hero who wields the blade for a just cause, but only on the night of the red mood or the day of darkness, lunar and solar eclipses respectively. -
The Blades of Trinity - Part 3 - The Blades of the Realms
The mortals were uninteresting, they were all the same and simply stood in worship and awe at their creators. Dagda, drained of the task, took form of the moon, to ever watch over the mortals, but she slept as her power waned.
Dannan saw her endeavor and watched over them as the sun. The other pantheos could not stand for such generic creatures so they created beasts and gave the mortals individualism; each was unique and each had something special.
Dannan agreed, they still needed something. Automatons were simple and uninteresting, they were peaceful and all was good, until it happened, a piece of malice awoke with the world, it was, after all, made from a fallen one. It spread across the land and when the pantheos next awoke it had happened, it was like a miracle, each of the mortals was, somehow, special, they worked, the loved and they created. They destroyed and warred, but they also did something none of the pantheos ever could by themselves, they died.
Death had come to the world, but it was a blessing. It gave the mortals something the pantheos had never felt before, hope. Hope that someday one would rise among them to seal the rift and the madness away forever, to destroy fear itself, if it was possible, they could do it.
Dannan was ran out of power. He took a drop of blood from the creature that had become his brother, one from Ptolemaious when she died and one from Dagda and mixed them with his own and what was left of his power. He forged three blades and sent each to a realm;
Light from Ptolemaious to the Shadows, so they would never forget what light looked like even in the darkest of times.
Darkness from the shadows to the Fey, so they would ever be ready for the chaos that could consume them at any time.
And the last he gave to a young boy to watch over the world as he and Dagda slept. -
Race for the Stars
I’m happy to announce development of a new board game. More details, maybe even pictures later.
What kind of board games/board game elements do you like? -
The Blades of Trinity - Part 2 - Genesis
The evil that stood before Dannan had broken the wall. The void was no longer infinite, at the edge stood a precipice that spiraled endlessly into madness. The closer one stood and the longer one stared into it the more broken and disturbed one became. It was pure anarchy, chaos.
Dannan imbibed the soul of his fallen brother, fearing that creature to return, to keep the madness from spreading. More orbs were formed, but Dannan cast them out into the shadows, fearing these orbs might be tainted, this became the realm of shadows.
Ptolemious, the youngest of the pantheos witnessed Dannan drinking his brother’s soul but could not bare to tell anyone. As Dannan approached her and before he could explain she took her own life and confined her soul to the realms of light so that none of the other pantheos could gain her power. The realm sealed itself behind the veil like the shadow realm, the were known as the fey lands, where magic and life runs rampant with Ptolemious will and soul.
Dannan could not stand there existing things such as the dark ones, but having absorbed the entirety of another pantheos into himself, he was more than they could handle by themselves. They came at him hoping to suppress or destroy him, but it was no good, they weren’t equals. Dannan banished each of them to the darkness of the nine hells.
Dagda understood how difficult it was to have his brother die so she stayed by his side and the pantheos still left after the war were given equal parts of Dannan’s power. It was to keep the realm safe from the madness beyond the void. They never really believe it to be real, but they had a purpose and a duty now, it was more than any of them could ever hope for.
Dadga hoped to give birth to a new savior, with her body and power she created the world and gave life to creatures in it, mortals. -
The Blades of Trinity - Part 1 - Origin of the Gods
Dannan and Dagda play eternally in the sky, chasing each other for eternity. The sun, lightbringer and creator, Dannan. And the moon, the nightmantle and watcher of the realm of dreams, Dagda.
Millenia ago, there existed the elders, fewer in number than the pantheos, but much more cunning and devious. They sought after the happiness and peace that the pantheos enjoyed. The pantheos, you see, were able to take physical form and walk the earth, meet, speak, love. The elders however could not, their purpose was set in motion by the celestial architecture. The elders existed outside reality, not in another plane as we know it, but in the cracks between. In an entirely different existence, alien even to planes and the pantheos. From there they watched, it was all they could do for their time had passed and not yet come again. The pantheos knew not of their existence, for they were young and naive.
Time passed and the pantheos grew bored of their state. There was nothing and even though the oldest, Dannan, knew there was a purpose for them, in time, the others would not listen. As their patience weened one of them had an idea, an idea that would bring about change and the beginning of the new cycle; an idea born out of too much contemplation of the infinite darkness of space, loneliness. Fear.
Not fear of anything or anyone, but an older and much more unintelligible fear, that of the unknown. This fear drove him mad and he secluded himself away from the rest for centuries, madness grew in him. It festered at the deepest part of his ego and ate at him from the inside. Visions of death and decay rotted his existence and then he learned of the truth, the horrors locked away in the cracks, how not only they had been there the whole time, but how they had been watching, waiting. He tried to escape and bring warning to the rest of the pantheos, but it was too late, he had seen enough and it broke him.
When he returned from his self-exile he was welcomed by the rest. Dannan did not trust him, he had changed, but no one seemed to notice and they were immortal and indestructible so even distrust was short-lived among them; or so they thought. He, the dark one, told the others of his adventure, the depths he had explored and that he reached a realization. If they could exist, could they not create? But none of them could, their power was temporary at best, and for entertainment if anything.
The dark one pushed his madness on his most trusted ones, he, now they sought to gain more power, but how? They existed in void, there was nothing to take from, except the others…
They slayed their brother, and soon saw how power ebbed from his corpse, it was coming together again, so they did the unspeakable, they consumed his blood, his soul. His body withered and without lifeblood or soul it took shape and burned away. The dark ones reveled in their power, they could create, as the others could not, the balance had been upset.
Dannan witnessed the scene as the dark ones took form and left. The corpse of his brethren lay asunder in the empty sky, it was light. Smoke billowed forth and the specs coalesced into enormous orbs, orbs of light and earth. Dannan cried, and as his tears swept through the void water fell on the earth. Dannan would not stand for this, this horrid feeling that had been created, death.
Dannan went to the first, the dark one, he had gone farther out than anyone before, to the edge of the void and stood there watching over nothingness. As Dannan approached the dark one turned. Shock and horror filled Dannan’s spirit, the dark one was no longer, his brother had passed and this thing was not him anymore. An indescribable monstrosity, eyes and mangled limbs had taken form, puss-filled orbs rolled in and out of existence on it’s putrid skin, some breaking off and floating into the void.
The first word was said. A word not of anger or hatred, but of sorrow and pity. The word was enough to ablate the creature, it was no longer a patheos it was something else, something older, raw evil. -
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DM/mod/GM/ST whatever you want to use. The one who runs the game. I spend a lot of time making NPCs and baddies (stat sheets, reading through whole rule books), planning out game ideas to give everyone’s character a chance to shine, try and cater to everyone’s schedules, etc. It’s a lot of work and my reward is seeing people enjoy what I’ve done. But man, there are days where I wonder if it’s appreciated. Go hug your GM or tell them thanks sometimes folks. I’m sure they’d really love it. And if you already do, good. <3
I’m a GM/DM, I like it when my players have fun.
(via adistinguishedvillain)
Source: fyeahroleplayingrabbit
