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Hi, I’m Sam, also known as Ham, and I’m a recent escapee from the Virginia Military Institute (VMI). I am a goof who pretends to be driven and organized. Currently, my sister, :iconinprismed:, and I are working on seven major projects:

1. The first project is my fifteen book science fantasy series: Nothing but Glory:

“Everyone has a reason to die. It is history that determines if it was worth dying for.”-Kingsley Montivelo.

My series follows thirteen leaders as they rise to power, how they handle a world war that is catastrophic in scope, and watches as some are overtaken by their sins-both intentional and unintentional-and some rise to lead a stronger, but dying world into an uncertain future. The first nine book are ‘regional’ books (they focus on each region of my world) while the next six are the about the war itself. Think of my series like the Avengers movies. The first nine books establish my characters (like Marvel phase one) and the next six books are one huge Avengers movie.

2. My second project is a companion book to the Nothing but Glory series: For the Next Killer Who Dies: Selected memories of a Revolutionary::

Killers never forget, they never forgive, and they never apologize, but sometimes they explain.

This is Kingsley Montivelo's memoir on his time as a member of the terroirist organization known as the Killer Liberation Army (KLA). Kingsley is one of the four leaders who are responsible for the war that my series, Nothing but Glory, is about and this book is his attempt to set the record straight. It starts with the moment he decides to join the KLA and ends with a fateful visit that sets the stage for the series itself.

3. My third project is a collection of short stories that relate to my series: the Backroads of Terra. It has been published on Kindle and contains illustrations drawn by my sister :iconinprismed:. It can found here: [link]

4. My fourth project is Heroes: a dystopian novel about Singularity gone wrong.

“We offer you Peace, Security, and Prosperity. We ask for your Privacy and your Obedience.”-Turing

Heroes is a world where there is no death, no war, no disease, and no crime. It is a perfect world as long as everyone follows the rules and does not mind being observed by the four guardians at all times. There is a small movement known as the Time Keepers who are desperately fighting the Guardians and bringing freedom back to the world.

5. My fifth project is Stairway to Heaven and is about a former druggie and asshole who decides to help struggling teens because he needs community service hours.

6. My sixth project is The Undesirables and it is about our modern world merging with the mystical world. Angels now rule planet earth and humans share their cities with all kinds of monsters. Archangel Michael creates a team of losers, damned, and assholes to combat evil with evil. Oh and Cthulhu is involved somehow. That’s all I got so far.

7. My seventh and final project is Dangerously Delusional. It is a comic about super heroes and super villains who have no idea what the hell they’re doing.

Nothing but Glory Website: skamenn.wordpress.com/
My pinterest: www.pinterest.com/pepperdaphoe…
My Tumblr: pepperthephoenix.tumblr.com/

My sister introduced me to stamps:

Arbitrary Titles Stamp by WetWithRain Comments Stamp by WetWithRain The Ori-Chin Of Whisker by PsychoMonkeyShogun Fallopian tube by SirvanaRachana Ray Bradbury Stamp by justdacat Grafstein's Growth by SirvanaRachana Meissner's corpuscle by SirvanaRachana Natural Selection by draco-dragon84 Krause's end-bulbs by SirvanaRachana Being human stamp 1 by dawn-of-stamps Despicable Me by RuthlessDreams Go Go Godzilla Stamp by Aazari-Resources Fawlty Towers by Shantella Go Gadget GO by Shantella Monty Python + the Holy Grail 'I got better' Stamp by TwilightProwler MARVEL X-Men First Class Stamp by TwilightProwler Wolfsbane X-Force Stamp by dA--bogeyman Some Motivation Required by RuthlessDreams I know everything by postmortumm I wanna move things with my mind by prosaix Hufflepuffs don't give a shit by kittykat01 Stamp: Bananas! by TheSaltyMonster YGOTAS: Steves :Stamp: by Circe-Baka YGOTAS: Screwed Rules :Stamp: by Circe-Baka Kaiba Screwed Stamp by D-WTF Kaiba stamp by Yami-YugiohFangirl Stamp: Hans Landa: Inglorious by ASSKISSER gor-LAH-me by deerstalkerpress I'm the dude... by Kiyamasho I love Led Zeppelin by mep92 Bob Dylan stamp by 5-3-10-4 Animated Flogging Molly Stamp by Voltaireon Drunken Lullabies 001 by Dametora Drunken Lullabies 004 by Dametora Alice Cooper stamp by starchild-rocks Gargoyles Stamp - Puck by KatWithKnives Gargoyles Stamp - David Xanatos by KatWithKnives Fringe Stamp by KristalStittle Watchmen Stamp Comedian by IngwellRitter Rorschach Stamp by picklelova Vendetta Stamp by Dianitica Ideas are bulletproof - stamp by HtB-stamps Stamp V of Vendetta by Iluvendure With Love From Valerie by RavenGaleSpencer Seinfeld stamp by cool-slayer Stamp: seinquote 1 by imgoingtothemoon Arrested Development Stamp by minami Lord of the Rings stamp 4 by Chrysalislover Lord of the Rings stamp 3 by Chrysalislover Treebeard Stamp by Captain-Savvy Boromir stamp by purgatori Theoden Poem Stamp by DutchOrca LOTR - Wander by Jenna-Rose B.P.R.D. Stamp by AsliBayrak Hellboy stamp by AprilMcGuire Ectoplasmic fun stamp by Violette-Aner Guillermo del Toro Stamp by Violette-Aner Ron Perlman stamp by C-Puff Stamp Johann Kraus by theEyZmaster History by black-cat16-stamps i support villains by iago-rotten Deviant Stamp: Erik Lehnsherr by beekay84 Abe Stamp by eERIechan Les Miserables Stamp by sratt Elbonian Motivation by Stock7000 Pearls Before Swine Stamp by Zetas The Mummy stamp by BaB-Jane Jurassic Park Stamp by ZZsStamps Thee Stoopid One :Stamp: by Circe-Baka Freaky Fred by Cathines-Stamps Cheese stamp by GalacticSun Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends Stamp by shadowleigh Foster's Home: Potatoes by Galialay "Heroes" Bowie stamp by TheStampQueen David Bowie Labyrinth Stamp by RebelOreo Labyrinth by Songficcer Bad ideas look Good -stamp by Sysirauta Warrior Stamp by PhoenixKnght86 Cloud Atlas Stamp by Lady-AnnJoanne YGOTAS: SSA :Stamp: by Circe-Baka Dan Green Stamp by erikagrace303 Craig's Cat by Rodentruler Craig Ferguson Fan Stamp by SonKitty I'll pray for you, Satan-chan by Haters-Gonna-Hate-Me We love Phoenix by BlackRayser
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So I just discovered Albert Camus and apparently I’ve been an absurdist my entire life and never realized it. Haha. I did not grow up in the Christian tradition. I mean I knew about Christianity and all that jazz, but my family was either agonistic or atheist. Honestly, we figured that Jesus Christ had the same chance of being real as fairy folk or Apollo and the Hydra.

As a kid, I grew up reading Greek mythology and thought and folklore. I read Plato’s Republic and Apology before even looking at the Bible and I knew all the Greek myths by heart. So when I was introduced to Christianity and the idea of a loving God who actually cared about you, I’ll admit I called bullshit. In a lot of ways, the Old Testament God made more sense to me than the New Testament God and my opinion only hardened after reading about the 20th century. What kind of loving God would ever allow WWI and WWI to take place, not to mention the terrorist attacks and oppression we are witnessing today? No, in my mind, an uncaring God and universe made more sense than a caring God. And don’t give me that shit about Satan. If God is all powerful and caring, why the hell did he let Satan rebel in the first place? Why did he let Satan corrupt us? Did He not know that Satan was hanging out in Eden and chatting Eve up? And if you argue that He was respecting our free will then how the hell does He have a ‘plan’ and things happen for a reason? Maybe the reason is you’re a dumbass, but then how can He allow you to be such a dumbass? Couldn’t He warn you? How does a text from God saying, “Yo, gambling your life’s savings might not be the best idea, dude,’ affect your free will? He’s not preventing you, He’s just warning you. Wouldn’t a loving God do that? And if you’re going to tell me that He does, but we miss the signs, then He should make the signs more obvious. Obviously, the human race is stupid as shit, so can’t He make it just a little easier for us?

Anyway, in many Greek myths, the Gods are fickle and cruel and the only thing a mortal can do is live and love the best he can and rise above the God’s pettiness by keeping his dignity-even in the most dire of situations. I also use Oedipus as an example of a true Greek. Despite everything, he found the strength to define his fate and punishment, by plucking his own eyes out. For a split second, he was above the gods and destiny by defining his crimes himself and that’s all we can do. It is very tragic and it certainly won’t help you sleep at night, but it makes more sense to me than a loving God who has a plan and cares about you, but you still get fucked over time and time again.

What the hell does that have to do with absurdism? Well, my basic understanding of absurdism (and I just started reading about it, so this is a really simplified definition) is that it is absurd for humans to look for meaning in a meaningless universe, and yet, Camus argues that the only logical thing for man to do in an absurdist universe is to defiantly continue to search for meaning. I agree with this a hundred percent, maybe not for the same reasons as Camus, but simply because if I’m alive, I might as well live!

I know my life is meaningless and that someday I will die and someday Earth will die and someday the universe will die and we will be nothing, not even a memory, but I am alive now and I can do something now. Will it matter a thousand years from now? Probably not, but does it matter now? Yes.

I continue to live, despite knowing the futility, because I love. In the end, my friends and family matter very little, but they matter to me and if I can help them or inspire them, than I will continue to live and search. As long as I can make someone laugh or inspire them not to give up, then that is all I need. And what of my future? What future? I could die tomorrow or later tonight. I am not guaranteed a future. I am only guaranteed now, and so, I will use this moment the best way I can and, just maybe, what I do today, could make someone else’s life better in the future. Maybe, if my books ever become published, they can inspire someone or maybe, somewhere down the line (if I live that long) I could do something important-as important as anything we do can be-and maybe not. Maybe I just live a normal life and I die and the only ones who remember me are my friends and family and, within a generation, it will be as if I was never born. I’m ok with that, because I lived while I could.

I will be like Oedipus, trapped within destiny and the whims of the gods, but still arrogant enough to dare to define my own life. I am content to look at the abyss, the carelessness of the universe, and foolishly try to rebel against it but finding meaning and value in something that is meaningless. I only live once and god damn I’m going to make it count, even if it only counts to me and my close circle of friends and family. Maybe something that small is superfluous, but I am content to live with the delusion that it is monumental, while also being keenly aware that it is absurd.

Of course, some smart ass if going to ask, well if life is meaningless why follow laws and do what’s right? There is no rational argument not to do whatever the fuck you want, but I will say that if we only live once, why make other people miserable? Why hurt and steal from other people, when we can work and live together and help each other and make our brief moments of life happy and peaceful? Let us rebel against the coldness of the universe, by being warm and loving to each other. After all, humanity only has itself. It might as well try to look after itself since there is no god or angel to do it for us.

In the end, that is what my series is about. Absurdism. Good to know, right? Haha

Now I will admit that it is a perverse way of looking at things, and it probably means I’m insane, but it makes as much sense as praying to a name and repeating that He loves us all, when there is plenty of evidence of the opposite.
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When you use the word 'but' in regards to Charles Hebdo i.e. "this is terrible, but he should have been more respectful" you use the same argument that men use in regards to rape. It's a tragedy she was raped, but she should have been wearing more clothes or she shouldn't have drank so much or she shouldn't have been such a whore.

Or the same argument when people discuss police brutally. It's a tragedy he was shot to death, but he shouldn't have dressed like a gangster or he shouldn't have looked threatening or he shouldn't have been waving that toy gun around.

Or the same argument when gays are bullied. It's a tragedy that the kid was bullied to the point of suicide, but he shouldn't have been such a queer or he shouldn't have been wearing high heels and lipstick or he shouldn't have been kissing a dude.

And when an abortion clinic is attacked no one ever says that's it's a tragedy, but they shouldn't have been aborting babies.

I understand everyone wants to live in a polite and loving world but we don't and a satirist's-or any kind of artist's- right to point that out is one of the bedrocks of democracy. Could Charlie Hebdo have been more
Diplomatic? Sure. Should he have been? Maybe. But he chose to be loud and obnoxious because he had something to say. People claim he is racist and offensive. I've only seen a few of his cartoons and they're in your face, but that's because he was trying to communicate a common fear in most countries that let in a huge migrant population-the fear of lost of identity. It doesn't matter if this fear is rational of not, it is still a human fear and Charlie Hebdo had a right to express that fear and outrage. Instead of blaming him for airing those feelings it may be more productive to find out why people experience that fear at all. And he had a right to point out where Islam and Islamists don't make sense and/or are extreme.

If we start to muzzle our creators out of fear of angering someone then we've lost the right to free and open discussion. People are going to disagree and they may do it offensively. That is a right and a vital component to freedom of speech.

Imagine if we successfully prevented people from speaking about evolution because if offended the Christian religion. Imagine if we successfully prevented people from speaking about civil rights because it upset the status quo (remember the gag laws during the 1850s that prevents congress from discussing slavery because it offended the South? How did that work out?) Imagine if we successfully prevented people from talking about rape because it's distressing (which was Aaron Sorken's argument in the Newsroom remember?) I don't support this right because I like upsetting people (although it is one of my favorite pastimes), but I support it to protect my own rights.

There is a great quote in the play Man for All Season that sums up my position: "Yes, I would give the devil the benefit of the law for my own safety!"

So my heart goes out to Charles Hebdo and to France and, even though I don't agree with everything Charles Hebdo said or drew, I agree with their right to have drawn it in the first place. Hopefully there will be a day when satire will not be needed and we can live in peace and harmony, but until that day, long live the obnoxious, the angry, the offensive, and the profane.
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Who Speaks of the Armenians? by Delta-13
Who Speaks of the Armenians?
This is my pathetic attempt to honor the Armenian Genocide centennial so I drew this political cartoon. In case you didn't know, today is the hundredth year anniversary of the Armenian Genocide and the Turkish government picked the same day to celebrate their victory at Galipoli. I don't grudge them that, but the Armenian dead cannot be ignored or forgotten either.

Thank you :iconinprismed: for helping!

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The Search for Booster Gold

“Son of a bitch!” snapped Matt as he checked his computer.
“What’s wrong?” drawled Thomas, lying on his bed and reading a biography on Stonewall Jackson.
“This asshat is trying to outbid me.”
“On what?” asked Frank, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to perfect his doodle of Fritz, the wimpy Nazi.
The boys were in their cluttered room enjoying the remains of a lazy Sunday. Frank was sitting in the corner, his weight causing the chair to creak threateningly while Thomas and Matt laid on their unmade beds. Matt was tall and thin and bent in odd angles with bleached white hair that was being invaded by his black roots. His Georgian friend, Thomas, was short and stocky, a perfect rugby player, wild black hair, and a stutter from hell.
“Remember that Booster Gold Comic I found on Ebay?” said Matt, bidding five dollars more, “The one signed by Jurgens?”
“I didn’t think you were a Booster Gold fan,” frowned Frank as Fritz’s nose took over his face.
“I’m not. It’s for Raven! God damn this asshole!”
“Raven likes Booster?” asked Thomas, his stutter and accent almost making him unintelligible.
“Yeah, go figure. Oh MY GOD!” snapped Matt, his long, thin fingers wrapping around his laptop display and shaking it.
“What?!” jumped Frank, adjusting his thick, square glasses as his red hair fell into his face.
“This jackass just bid a hundred more dollars for this stupid thing.”
“I didn’t think it was possible to get into a bidding war for Booster Gold crap,” smirked Thomas, sharing an amused glance with Frank.
“Right?! All right, four hundred that should scare him off.”
“Matt!” gasped Frank, “You don’t have four hundred dollars!”
“Greg can pay for it,” pffted Matt, his eyes glued to his laptop screen.
“He’ll probably list it as a business expense,” said Thomas, turning the page of his book.
“Exactly. What?! No, you…oh my god I’m going to find you and kill you, you stupid son of a bitch!”
“You should control your temper, Matt, it’s not healthy,” said Frank, watching his friend with great concern.
“No, no, no, no!” shouted Matt, beating his computer.
“What?!” snapped Thomas.
“It froze! My screen froze and I have two more minutes on this auction!” croaked Matt, slamming the side of his laptop screen.
“Reset,” said Frank.
“There’s no time! Son of-come on!”
He tried to refresh the page and nothing happened.
“Oh you-”
“Let me see it,” said Thomas, lazily rolling off his bed and walking towards Matt’s bed.
“Oh, what the fuck do you know about technology!? You’re from Georgia!” scoffed Matt, reluctantly closing his window and reopening it, “See, this is why we need to recruit some damn Asians to this school!”
Thomas rolled his eyes and returned to his bed as Frank shook his head and returned to Fritz. Hmmmm, he was more of a giant nose than a person.
“NOOOOOOO!!! YOU GOD DAMN STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!!”
“What?!” snapped both Thomas and Frank.
“I lost it! I lost it to this god damn asshole!” snapped Matt, slamming his laptop shut and throwing it away.
He immediately regretted his decision, but was relieved when it landed safely on Thomas’ bed.
“Great, now I’ve got no present for her birthday,” grumbled Matt, folding his arms across his chest.
“Get something else then,” said Thomas, picking up his book and closing it.
“Get her a Constantine comic,” suggested Frank.
“She doesn’t like Hellblazer.”
Thomas turned around and raised a bushy black eyebrow.
Raven doesn’t like Hellblazer?”
“I know, right!? And she doesn’t like Hellboy either. The two god damn comics designed for her and she doesn’t like them!”
“Well, maybe she likes a break from all the creepy stuff once in a while,” shrugged Frank.
“Don’t defend her,” snapped Matt, jumping off his bed, “She’s just a frustrating pain in the ass and now we have to go out and find her a stupid Booster Gold comic.”
“Why we?” asked Frank as Thomas took his coat off his bed and slipped it on.
“Because if I have to waste my Sunday looking for a present for Raven, so do you two. Now come on!”

“Matt, can you drive steadily?” grunted Frank as his friend swerved into the left lane, “It’s almost impossible to draw back here.”
“Sorry, but we have to hurry before this damn store closes,” said Matt, making an illegal u-turn.
“Do you know where you’re going?” sputtered Thomas, holding onto the dashboard.
“Yes.”
“Really?” asked Thomas, staring at his friend knowingly.
“It’s somewhere in Everett,” shrugged Matt, honking as someone cut in front of him, “Asshole!”
“You know, Matt, you really should try meditating,” said Frank, erasing an erratic line, “It would help you control your temper.”
Matt glared at his friend via the rearview mirror.
“There!” shouted Thomas, pointing at the store.
“Perfect!” said Matt, stealing a parking spot from an irate driver, “All right, in and out. Real simple.”
“If you say so,” sighed Thomas, hopping out of Matt’s beaten sedan.
They ran into the store and Matt immediately starting tossing things off the shelf.
“Hey, careful there!” snapped a spitting image of the perfect Aryan behind the counter, “Otherwise you’re paying for all of those.”
“Where is he?” muttered Matt.
“It’d probably help if you looked in the DC section,” suggested Thomas as Frank stood in a corner and continued to doodle.
Matt glared at his friend before stepping to the right and rifling through the comics. Thomas picked up the Marvel comics Matt had thrown across the floor and Frank chuckled to himself as he doodled a humorous pose.
“Oh my god!” snapped Matt, pulling on his hair, “There are no Booster Gold comics here!”
“All right, calm down,” stuttered Thomas, putting the last comic of Young Avengers back, “Let’s just ask the clerk for help.”
Matt stomped towards the counter and placed his hands on the glass case highlighting various busts.
“Hey! Can you help?”
The blonde surfer looked up at him and shrugged.
“Maybe.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” groaned Matt.
“Listen, man, I don’t run this store. I’m just doing it as a favor because Socko’s sick.”
Matt slammed his head on the glass counter and groaned.
“Hey, that’s not cool, man.”
“We’re uh we’re looking for anything Booster Gold related,” said Thomas.
“Who?” asked the clerk.
“He’s a DC superhero,” said Thomas.
“He’s gold and has a robot sidekick,” muttered Matt, his forehead still resting against the glass case, his eyes closed as he counted to ten in a pathetic attempt to control his temper.
“Sorry, man, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh!” squeaked Frank, “Hang on, I can draw him.”
Matt looked up as his friend quickly doodled the elusive superhero.
“Does this help?”
The blonde clerk squinted his eyes as he stared at the drawing.
“Maaaybe. Hang on.”
He disappeared into the back as Thomas and Matt studied the drawing.
“Frank, what the hell are we looking at?” asked Matt.
“Hey, I had to draw this from memory, ok,” retorted Frank, holding his sketch to his chest, “I’d like to see you two try and do better.”
“Here you go, dude.”
The clerk placed a bust of Green Lantern on the glass counter.
“What the hell is this?” sighed Matt.
“The guy you’re looking for.”
“That’s the Green Lantern,” said Thomas, “We’re looking for Booster Gold.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, for one thing, Green Lantern is GREEN, NOT GOLD!!!” snapped Matt, hopping up and down.
“What do you want from me?! You come in, destroy the shop, asking about some gold robot guy, and show me some half ass drawing. I mean what the hell is that?!” asked the clerk, wrenching the sketchpad from Frank and pointing at a misshaped circle, “Some demented parrot?”
“That’s Skeets, his robot partner!” said Frank, hurt.
“We’re idiots!” said Thomas, smacking himself in the forehead before pulling out his phone, “We have iphones!”
He quickly searched for Booster Gold and showed the images to the clerk.
“This is the guy we’re looking for.”
“Oooooh, hang on. I think I got it this time.”
The clerk disappeared again as Frank stared at his picture.
“It doesn’t really look like a parrot does it?”
Matt glared at him as Thomas sympathetically handed him his iphone.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready to draw superheroes without a reference yet,” he stuttered tactfully.
Frank nodded his head before sitting down and attempted to redraw Booster Gold, using Thomas’ phone as a reference.
“Here we go,” said the clerk, placing a bust of Booster Gold on the glass counter.
“Yes!” leapt Matt, pulling out his wallet.
“Wait,” said Thomas.
“What?” asked Matt, nearly falling to his knees.
“Where’s Skeets?”
“What?”
“The bust, there’s no Skeets,” said Thomas, pointing at the item.
“So?”
“Well, it’s not complete.”
Matt glared at his friend as the blonde groaned and looked up at the ceiling, praying for assistance.
“He has a point,” muttered Frank, sitting doodling.
“Oh, go back to your parrot,” snapped Matt, “Thomas, the comic is about Booster Gold! Skeets is just an accessory.”
“That’s not what Raven is going to say,” said Thomas.
“He’s right,” said Frank, “It’s like Frodo without Sam, Harry without Ron, Sherlock without Watson, Littlefinger without a pedophile lawsuit.”
“There are no lawsuits in Game of Thrones,” said Thomas, furrowing his eyebrows.
Frank paused as he thought about it.
“Well….he’s still a pedophile.”
“He’s creepy and perverted, but I don’t think he technically fits the description of a pedophile,” said Thomas.
“Can we get back to the point?” asked Matt through gritted teeth as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“So….you’re not buying this?” asked the clerk.
“Raven will never let you hear the end of it,” said Thomas.
“Oh my god, I hate her.”
“Well, could you buy a comic at the very least? After everything you put me through, it’s only fair,” said the clerk.

They walked out of the comic store with a Hellblazer comic in hand and Matt sat down on the curb and rested his head in his hands.
“So what do we do now?” asked Frank, working diligently on Skeets.
“I got nothing,” sighed Thomas.
Matt glared at his friend.
“Where are the other comic stores?” asked Frank.
“You have my phone,” said Thomas.
“Oh, right,” said Frank, searching for stores, “Uuuuh there’s one in Bellingham.”
“Frank, that’s practically on the Canadian border,” said Thomas.
“It’s just a suggestion.”
“Why couldn’t she just be consistent,” sighed Matt, “She loves Burton and crap like that. Why can’t she love Mignola too?”
“Excuse me guys,” said a middle aged man trying to walk passed them.
“Oh, sorry,” said Thomas as Frank furrowed his eyebrows.
“It would have been so easy getting herself something Hellboy related,” moaned Matt, looking through his Hellblazer comic, “Or even Constantine. Did you see how much Constantine shit they had in there?”
“Well, maybe she’ll appreciate the Hellblazer comic just because you bought it for her,” said Thomas hopefully.
Frank’s eyebrows nearly dipped to his mouth as he searched for something on Thomas’ phone.
“Those are the worst kind of presents. It’s like ‘oooo tube socks. Thanks Aunt Betty’.”
“Hey, Thomas, why does this guy look familiar?” asked Frank showing the picture to Thomas.
“What I don’t….Oh my god!” said Thomas.
“Or wow, Mom, underwear? I needed another pair,” grumbled Matt, closing the comic and sighing.
“It’s Skeets!” said Thomas, grabbing Frank’s wrist and wrenching the phone in Matt’s face.
“Hey! Careful,” said Frank, “That’s my drawing hand.”
“Thomas, that’s just some random dude.”
“That is the voice of Skeets and he just walked passed us!”
“Oh my god!” shouted Matt jumping up, “Where did he go? Where did he go?”
“Uh um,” said Frank turning left and right.
“This way!” said Thomas, leading the way.
They ran down the street, pushing people out of the way and shouting, “Mr. Skeets! Wait! Mr. Skeets!”
“You know, we might get a better reaction if we use his real name,” stuttered Thomas as he cut in front of an elderly lady.
“Voice of Skeets?!” suggested Frank.
“You have the-oaf!”
Matt and a middle aged man rolled down the street and landed in front of a fire hydrant.
“Are you ok?” asked Thomas, skidding to a halt and helping the dark haired man up.
“I’m so sorry,” said Frank, also catching the man, “We’re looking for-Oh my god, you’re Skeets!”
“Uh, most people just call me Billy West,” the man said, rubbing the back of his head.
“Oh, shit, here sign this please!” said Mat, jumping up, pushing his friends out of the way, and thrusting the Hellblazer comic in front of the terrified man.
He looked down at the comic and raised an eyebrow.
“You realize that Skeets isn’t in this, right?”
“I know, but I can’t find a stupid Booster Gold comic.”
“Here,” said Thomas, ripping Frank’s doodle out of his sketch book and handing it to Billy West (Hey!), “Could you at least sign this? It’s for a friend and she’s a huge fan.”
He looked at the picture before looking up at the three boys and seeming decide that the best way out of this strange situation was to simply sign the paper and run.
“Uh, sure, I guess. Do any of you have a pen?”
They searched their pockets and Matt pulled out a pen.
“Thank you so much!”
“Who do I make it out to?”
“Uh, Raven Leech, and I don’t know. Throw in a Booster Gold quote or something,” said Matt.
Billy West nodded his head and quickly signed the drawing.
“Here you go. Uh, have a good day you three and try to watch where you’re going.”
“Right, thanks,” said Matt, looking the signature over.
“To Raven. You got it, boss. Billy West,” read Thomas.
“He seemed like a nice fellow,” said Frank.
“Yeah, kind of feel bad for running him over,” said Matt, “Now let’s get the hell out of here before something else happens!”
The Search for Booster Gold
So this is what happens when I don’t get enough sleep and I spend an entire weekend at a comic convention. I am a HUGE fan of Booster Gold and I love the Justice League Unlimited episode “the Greatest Story Never Told” (it’s actually why I became such a big Booster Gold fan) and I thought it would be funny if Raven (someone who loves horror, del toro, poe, etc.-so someone who should really be a Hellboy, Walking Dead, and Hellblazer fan) was actually a Booster Gold fan. Now, I normally don’t write real people into my stories which is why Billy West doesn’t have much of a presence in this, but I loved the ending so much that I figured what the hell. Hopefully (if) he somehow finds this, he won’t be too offended. Haha

Also, yes I saw a Booster Gold bust at the comic con and, yes, I did not buy it because it didn’t include Skeets.

Enjoy!

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A segment of the Green Meadows Museum’s official transcript of Alexander Phillip’s recorded interviews with Kingsley Montivelo, the former President of Shiva and leader of the Killer Liberation Army (KLA)

Kingsley Montivelo --- May 9, 1885

Introductory Interview with Kingsley Montivelo

Interviewer: Alexander Phillips
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[Noises as tape recorder is adjusted]

Alexander Phillips: It is May 9th 1885 at 12:03. I am with Mr. Montivelo in his living room.

Kingsley Montivelo: Very official

AP: Mr. Montivelo, they did not give me much time so, if you wouldn’t mind I would like to jump straight into the interview.

[Sound of a cup being picked up from a table and someone taking a sip]

KM: You may begin, although I doubt I can tell you anything you don’t already know.

AP: As you know, it is my intention to write another book on the Second Shadow War.

KM: Does another really need to be written?

AP: And I would like you to answer a number of questions I have, regarding David Farin and Rezan Masters

[A rustling of clothes as someone takes another sip]

KM: I am afraid I don’t know much.

AP: You were one of the main architects of the war.

KM: No, they wouldn’t have trusted me with anything like that.

AP: You were frequently visited by his ambassador, Damon Glasgow, and you personally went to Paradise in ’57.

KM: I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.

[A cup is placed on a table]
AP: And what of the Demon? Are you going to pretend you didn’t know him either?

KM: There were many men responsible for that—his reign of terror.

AP: You supported him more than most

KM: that is stretching the truth a little, don’t you think?

AP: You granted his kind freedom in Shiva during your presidency.

KM: As did your president.

AP: Our president didn’t sanction torture or a militarized police force.

KM: I did what I had to, to earn my people their freedom. No more, no less.

AP: Is that going to be your defense during your trial?

KM: If there is a trial.

[There is a long pause]

KM: How is your wife?

AP: This isn’t a revenge interview

KM: Has her condition improved?

AP: I just want to understand--

KM: Hm, I thought not. Is that why you’ve started this project? To get away from her?

[A chair scrapes as someone rises]

AP: How dare you?! Do not think that avoiding a trial, expunges you of any responsibility for that monstrosity or for the war. You let him lose and all of the death and destruction that followed in his wake is on your head. He is your responsibility, your legacy.

KM: You are obviously upset, Mr. Phillips. We should schedule this for another time.

[Sounds of someone else rising from a couch]

AP: I am tracking Samuel Winters down. If you don’t tell me what happened, he will.

KM: Good day, Mr. Phillips.
What of the Demon?
This is a rough draft of Alex's interview with Kingsley. I'm going to go back and fix it up later, but I didn't want to lose it.

Enjoys!

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So I just discovered Albert Camus and apparently I’ve been an absurdist my entire life and never realized it. Haha. I did not grow up in the Christian tradition. I mean I knew about Christianity and all that jazz, but my family was either agonistic or atheist. Honestly, we figured that Jesus Christ had the same chance of being real as fairy folk or Apollo and the Hydra.

As a kid, I grew up reading Greek mythology and thought and folklore. I read Plato’s Republic and Apology before even looking at the Bible and I knew all the Greek myths by heart. So when I was introduced to Christianity and the idea of a loving God who actually cared about you, I’ll admit I called bullshit. In a lot of ways, the Old Testament God made more sense to me than the New Testament God and my opinion only hardened after reading about the 20th century. What kind of loving God would ever allow WWI and WWI to take place, not to mention the terrorist attacks and oppression we are witnessing today? No, in my mind, an uncaring God and universe made more sense than a caring God. And don’t give me that shit about Satan. If God is all powerful and caring, why the hell did he let Satan rebel in the first place? Why did he let Satan corrupt us? Did He not know that Satan was hanging out in Eden and chatting Eve up? And if you argue that He was respecting our free will then how the hell does He have a ‘plan’ and things happen for a reason? Maybe the reason is you’re a dumbass, but then how can He allow you to be such a dumbass? Couldn’t He warn you? How does a text from God saying, “Yo, gambling your life’s savings might not be the best idea, dude,’ affect your free will? He’s not preventing you, He’s just warning you. Wouldn’t a loving God do that? And if you’re going to tell me that He does, but we miss the signs, then He should make the signs more obvious. Obviously, the human race is stupid as shit, so can’t He make it just a little easier for us?

Anyway, in many Greek myths, the Gods are fickle and cruel and the only thing a mortal can do is live and love the best he can and rise above the God’s pettiness by keeping his dignity-even in the most dire of situations. I also use Oedipus as an example of a true Greek. Despite everything, he found the strength to define his fate and punishment, by plucking his own eyes out. For a split second, he was above the gods and destiny by defining his crimes himself and that’s all we can do. It is very tragic and it certainly won’t help you sleep at night, but it makes more sense to me than a loving God who has a plan and cares about you, but you still get fucked over time and time again.

What the hell does that have to do with absurdism? Well, my basic understanding of absurdism (and I just started reading about it, so this is a really simplified definition) is that it is absurd for humans to look for meaning in a meaningless universe, and yet, Camus argues that the only logical thing for man to do in an absurdist universe is to defiantly continue to search for meaning. I agree with this a hundred percent, maybe not for the same reasons as Camus, but simply because if I’m alive, I might as well live!

I know my life is meaningless and that someday I will die and someday Earth will die and someday the universe will die and we will be nothing, not even a memory, but I am alive now and I can do something now. Will it matter a thousand years from now? Probably not, but does it matter now? Yes.

I continue to live, despite knowing the futility, because I love. In the end, my friends and family matter very little, but they matter to me and if I can help them or inspire them, than I will continue to live and search. As long as I can make someone laugh or inspire them not to give up, then that is all I need. And what of my future? What future? I could die tomorrow or later tonight. I am not guaranteed a future. I am only guaranteed now, and so, I will use this moment the best way I can and, just maybe, what I do today, could make someone else’s life better in the future. Maybe, if my books ever become published, they can inspire someone or maybe, somewhere down the line (if I live that long) I could do something important-as important as anything we do can be-and maybe not. Maybe I just live a normal life and I die and the only ones who remember me are my friends and family and, within a generation, it will be as if I was never born. I’m ok with that, because I lived while I could.

I will be like Oedipus, trapped within destiny and the whims of the gods, but still arrogant enough to dare to define my own life. I am content to look at the abyss, the carelessness of the universe, and foolishly try to rebel against it but finding meaning and value in something that is meaningless. I only live once and god damn I’m going to make it count, even if it only counts to me and my close circle of friends and family. Maybe something that small is superfluous, but I am content to live with the delusion that it is monumental, while also being keenly aware that it is absurd.

Of course, some smart ass if going to ask, well if life is meaningless why follow laws and do what’s right? There is no rational argument not to do whatever the fuck you want, but I will say that if we only live once, why make other people miserable? Why hurt and steal from other people, when we can work and live together and help each other and make our brief moments of life happy and peaceful? Let us rebel against the coldness of the universe, by being warm and loving to each other. After all, humanity only has itself. It might as well try to look after itself since there is no god or angel to do it for us.

In the end, that is what my series is about. Absurdism. Good to know, right? Haha

Now I will admit that it is a perverse way of looking at things, and it probably means I’m insane, but it makes as much sense as praying to a name and repeating that He loves us all, when there is plenty of evidence of the opposite.
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