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The Killing Joke is a one-shot written by Alan Moore, drawn by Brian Bolland, and colored by John Higgins. The book goes into detail on one of the Joker’s back stories.

This book is mainly based around the Joker’s back story. And the fact that he doesn’t know what his past is, that every day he remembers it differently, and he says, “If I’m going to have a past, I want multiple choices”. So, the Joker shoots Barbara Gordon also known as Batgirl, and paralyzes her. He then has one of his thugs beat up Commissioner Gordon, knocking him unconscious. The Joker then proceeds to kidnap Gordon, he strips him naked and puts him on one  of those fun house trains showing him pictures of his daughter naked, all the while the Joker is singing a song telling Gordon that he can make it all go away if he goes insane. However, Gordon withstands the psycho treatment and the Batman arrives, he then gets into a great fight scene with the Joker, all the while the Joker tells him that one bad day can drive a man crazy, this is how the Joker went crazy, and the same with Batman. And he proves that Batman is insane, just not the same as the Joker. And this is proven when Batman laughs maniacally at the Joker’s joke.

I personally think that the book is great, however, the writer Alan Moore fells that it is not as good as his other stories and he overall does not find it that good, I very much disagree. The novel is great because it shows how similar Batman and Joker are to each other, and this Joker helped influence Heath Ledger’s Joker in The Dark Knight.

With that, this is an absolutely fantastic Joker story, definitely go buy it.

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Batman: The Long Halloween was printed in a maxiseries format with thirteen issues, written by Jeph Loeb and drawn by Tim Sale.

There is a killer slaying members of the Falcone family (a gang that is taking over Gotham City) and marking his killings with holidays, starting on Halloween, and ending the following year also on Halloween. Of course Batman is trying to stop him as all of the super villains in Gotham seem to amassing for an attack. This story also doubles as an origin story for Two-Face.

What really made this book great for me was that usually in Batman books there are either just gangsters, or just super villains, however, The Long Halloween uses both and does it well, no other Batman book that I’ve read besides The Dark Knight Returns. But sadly besides this and Hush Jeph Loeb hasn’t really made anything good, mostly he sucks, besides the two books aforementioned. Very upsetting. However, Tim Sale’s art is very good, it has this sort of Saturday morning cartoon feel, and it is very good. But I will say that Jeph Loeb does not know how to write the Scarecrow, apparently he thinks that all the Scarecrow does is recite nursery rhymes, and although at some times it works, but it is just not needed at some points, and is kind of stupid.

This aside, I do very much recommend this book, one of the best Batman books ever published.

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Recently, (like two hours ago) I re-read Batman: The Dark Knight Returns, and I have to say that after re-reading it I appreciate  the novel much more, and see why everyone likes it so much. I found out about the book from my Theater Arts teacher Mr. Rickettes, we were talking about Watchmen and I told him that Wizard magazine called it the greatest comic book of all time, and he says that he thinks The Dark Knight Returns is the greatest comic book. At the time (of course) I hadn’t heard of it, so I looked for it in the library and they had it. After reading it I didn’t really get why it was so amazing, so I read it again, still not seeing why it was so good. Possibly because at the time I was reading Watchmen and didn’t care much. So, yesterday after re-reading the other book for the fourth time I decided to re-read The Dark Knight Returns again. And like I said now that I pay more attention to it without thinking of Watchmen it was so much better, Miller really knows how to write Batman.

The book was released back in ’85 and ’86 as a monthly limited series, it ran four issues. And was written and drawn by Frank Miller. The book is very good and now I think I agree with my TA teacher, maybe The Dark Knight Returns is a little better than Watchmen. But then again I am thirteen and don’t “fully understand life” yet, so my opinion may just be invaild, oh well. Great book either way, go buy it.

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So last night I watched this film on TV, and I figured it being a horror movie made in the last ten years that it would fail epically and be filled with pointless jump scares. This being said I was pleasantly surprised by the fact the film was okay. . . that’s really all that can be said.

First off, this is not a pointless slasher flick full of sex and blood. But something that sort of leads you to believe that it’s like The Orphan but instead of a crazy adopted sister there is an evil step mother, but there is a twist at the end that blows that whole thought out of the frozen lake. So sort of like The Stepfather but with a stepmother.

The effects are pretty good, there isn’t really much gore, and it that note it is like The Orphan where it is building up that she’s crazy and out to kill your family and have sex with your husband, but of course no one believes you if you say stepmom/the orphan sister’s gonna kill our asses and rape/marry you.

So now is where I’ll talk about the best thing in the movie, the ending. The director pulls an M. Night Shamalan and throws a huge twist in at the end to rape any thoughts you had previously. So Anna the main character she gets released from the insane asylum (and she’s like sixteen, wtf?) after her mother’s death in a tragic fire and she goes ape shit crazy and slits her wrists. Ya, rly. And through the movie she sort of has these premonitions of people close to her being murdered, and she thinks it’s her stepmother. So her and her sister think that she is really an evil nanny that killed some kids and married the father, so they try and stop her. They both are drugged and when Anna wakes up her stepmother strips her. Ya, rly. And Anna’s “sister” kills her stepmother. After Anna finds her stepmother in the garbage her father comes home, and she says that Alex had to kill her because she was gonna kill their asses. And he says her sister died in the tragic fire. ZOMG! So it turns out she killed her stepmother AND she wasn’t an evil nanny at all. So she gets sent back to the loony bin and in the final scene the chick across the hall closes her door and the name says Mildred Kemp, the evil nanny.

So, this film was not that bad considering it’s a modern horror movie. Go watch it.

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Hey all, Will back again with another review, this time on the album With Roots Above And Branches Below by The Devil Wears Prada. The album was released on May 5, 2009 under the label Ferret Music.

The music is very metal core, and the screams are a little whiny at some points but are very good. At most points the screams are really incoherent, but if you have the lyrics opened they are really easy to follow. All of the literal music minus the vocals is really good, the drums and the guitar are all really good. The clean vocals also sound really great, they’re kind of like Micheal Jagmin’s vocals from A Skylit Drive only a little lower, and the clean singer looks really young, but he plays some damn good rhythm.

Overall, a really good hardcore album, you should check it out. Here is their song Danger: Wildman. Enjoy!

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TDWP MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/tdwp

Link to buy on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Roots-Above-Branches-Below/dp/B001W9SYSS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1259170312&sr=1-1

 

;_; Beautiful song.

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The cover of Alan Moore's Watchmen

Watchmen was written by Alan Moore and illustrated by Dave Gibbons. Watchmen was originally a mini-series published under DC Comics, it spanned one year with twelve issues and was collected into a graphic novel around 2005. It was the winner of the Hugo Award and was the only graphic novel on Time Magazine’s list of the top 100 English novels.

Watchmen has been widely received as the most celebrated graphic novel of all time. Many times director’s had tried to adapt the book to film, and in 2009 in some ways Zack Snyder (director of 300) succeeded.Many fans did not like the film very much, personally I thought it was a pretty faithful adaption, click here to read my review of the film. Read the rest of this entry »

The cover to The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection From the Living Dead

Imagine yourself in a bookstore, not really looking for anything in particular. You walk by a section titled “Humor”, as you look through the books on the shelf you see one that stands out in your mind. It is a small book with a white cover, there is an M1 Garand and a machete crossed in the shape of an “X”. Above it you see text, it strikes you as odd, it says: The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection From the Living Dead. “Huh? Complete Protection From the Living Dead?” you say in your mind, or possibly aloud. “Is this guy serious?” You pick up the book and start flipping through it laughing to yourself.

You decide to read it and take it up to the cashier and purchase this fine piece of literature. After getting home you sit down, or lay down, and start reading. After a while you aren’t laughing, but instead you realize that despite you found this is the “Humor” section this book is no joke. The Zombie Survival Guide is really an instruction manual like any survival book to help you survive the Zombie Apocalypse. Congratulations! You now have a higher chance of surviving Z-Day, but remember keep the Guide close, and always keep it with you.

Written by Max Brooks, son of Mel Brooks, this is the ultimate guide to surviving Z-Day, and is approved by me, the author of an unpublished novel about zombies: Z-Day (and I used the Guide as a reference for Z-Day). Not that an unpublished writer’s opinion really matters but I’m trying to say that this is a great book, it really is Complete Protection From the Living Dead. This book is pretty cheap, but is one day the zombies do come with this Guide you will be ready.

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The morning sun began to peek over the hills behind the small forest. I stood with my M1 ready to shoot any undead that come our way.Vincent and Jack were going to the car to get any supplies that weren’t destroyed. Austin stood a few feet away from me, the cold must have been getting to him, he took his black trench coat out of his bag, and draped it over his body.

Vincent came back with nothing, “Uh, there wasn’t much to be salvaged, it was either broken or missing. “He said, for some reason sounding guilty. “But there is a supermarket and an Army Surplus Store on the way to our camp, if you would like to restock we can and get new weapons as well.” Read the rest of this entry »

W00t! Finally more reasons why Resident Evil 4 is not as great as people say.

Creatures:

This is what bothers me, there are no zombies. NONE, not a one, nada, they aren’t  here! That may not seem like a real problem to some, but to me this is a big deal, because all the good (and shit) RE games had zombies. Of course reviewers always say something along the lines of “The enemies in Resident Evil 4 are more frightening because they can think and will throw shit at you”, FUCK THAT! Give me Lickers Hunters and the good old fashioned zombie over these Spanish assholes (no offense to Spaniard who may be reading this). And if you didn’t know the enemies in RE4 are called Ganados (AHHH! SPANSIH!), and they are the residents of a village who were infected by a bug. No really, a fucking bug, not a virus, a god damn bug.

“Resident Evil 4 has the best graphics on the GameCube”:

*facepalm* Any reviewer who says the graphics in RE4 are good, pretty, revolutionary, or anything of the sort has been playing way too many FPSs. RE4’s graphics are good in a way, but the game has no style. It’s either brown paths and vacant, boring buildings, or the bland inside of a house, or something. The only exception for me is the castle, I thought the castle had some good art design, but a lot of it was kind of boring, and reminded me of Return to Castle Wolfenstein.

There you are, two more reasons why I don’t like RE4.

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NOTE: Yes, I am aware that I am ranting about a game that is 4 years old, but if I had WordPress 2 years ago these rants would still be here.

The trip was absolutely horrid, and not because half-eaten corpses and ghouls litters the streets (which was bad too), but because neither of us had anything to say. Nothing to comment on, no music, no anything, just static. And it was Christmas, it was cold as hell. Then a thought came to my mind: a lot of people didn’t make it this far, why in the hell am I complaining when we’re lucky to be alive?

“It’s Christmas,” I say,”I can’t believe for so many people it has to be spent hiding out in some old, dark, and decaying building.”

“Shame, it is, but we have our own lives to worry about.” Read the rest of this entry »

I snap awake, startled by the scratching and banging on the windows. They had found us, but how? Not that I hadn’t realized it was inevitable, but there were a lot of them. What did we do to attract so many? Then I hear it, the loud bang of a shotgun. Was it that kid? Did it matter? Whoever it was they were drawing great attention to our position, and I knew that Austin heard it too when he came running into the kitchen yelling my name.

“Will! Will!”

“Quiet,” I shush him,”This isn’t the time there are a lot of ghouls out there. Some dumbass with a shotgun has gone crazy and is blowing off the heads of ghouls. We need to leave.”

“You’re right,” Austin says with a ponderous look on his face, “the back door will suffice, am I wrong?”

“No. Go get the supplies and let’s go.”

“Hey Will?”

“Yeah,” I say, not expecting a question in this time of crisis.

“What time is it?”

I was uncertain, I rolled up my sleeve and looked at my watch, “12 a.m.”

“Damn, this asshole is out at 12 in the morning shooting ghouls, does he not realize that he is attracting even more zombies of the area?

“Maybe he was bitten, and wants to die.”

“Even so,” Austin says, “he should want others to live . . .” Austin trailed off and went into the living room and picked up the packs, he threw me my tan backpack and I strapped and secured it to my back. Austin took the bar off the backdoor and pulled his shotgun off his back.

“Little noisy don’t you think?” I muse.

“There’s already a crazy jackass with a shotgun in the middle of the night, why not add another?” I force a smile.

I took out my .45 and shot at the zombies near by. There were at least thirty in the vicinity. Any that got within ten feet I put a bullet in their brain. Austin had my back, pumping a shell into any that would try to grab him. We worked our way into the streets, the guy with the shotgun was not the kid but, by the look of him, was in his thirties. He (not surprisingly) had a group of undead surrounding him in a cul de sac. He was protecting his famiy (a wife, and two children) it was saddening, but there was no way to help him and they were doomed anyways, we had to survive, no use making two ghouls trying to save those that are already doomed.

We ran through the blood stained streets of Austin’s neighborhood, keeping our back-to-back formation. We reach the entrance to his neighborhood and jump into a dormant car, after Austin hot wires it we drive away.

“Where are we going?” I ask Austin.

“We’re going to San Antonio.”

“Why the hell are we going to San Antonio.”

“I’ve heard there is a survivor camp up there. They’re going to storm Dallas so that they can have a place to wait for rescue.”

“Alright. But what about when the car runs out of gas. Right now it’s only half full,” I say pointing at the meter.

“We walk.”

“San Antonio’s a long way away on foot.”

“Well, what other hope do we have.”

In my sleep I hear a voice, it’s echoic, and distorted, but it sound familiar. It’s Austin.”Uh, Will? You should wake up,” he says in a panicky tone. My eyes slowly open, I see Austin, he had his hand on my shoulder, apparently he was shaking me. I rolled over on my back and see the barrel of a shotgun aimed at my head, I am instantly awake. Shit! I think to myself. What happened while I was asleep?

“G-Get up,” the boy says (he can’t be older than 15). He waves the shotgun barrel over to the wall behind me where Austin stands with his hands up. I comply, slowly getting up off of the bed and back away to where Austin is standing. “L-Listen,” he starts moving the barrel closer to us, as if to prove that he is a major threat, “if you give me your supplies you’ll go unharmed, if not . . .” he let the sentence drop, as if for dramatic effect. Not knowing any other way out of the situation I kneel down and take a strap of each pack into my left and right hands.

“Stop!” Austin barks at me, I comply. “Put them down Will.” I listen.

“D-Dammit, if you give me the supplies I’ll leave and you’ll keep your lives,” he says. Moving the shotgun back and forth between the torsos of Austin and I, as if he didn’t know which of us was the greater threat.

Austin, keeping his cool and not getting pissed off, says. “Please, we aren’t like the zombies, we still have full function of our thoughts, we can negotiate. Will and I have enough supplies for three people and, as you can see, we’re a group of two. If there is something you need than please tell me, we’d be more than happy to give it to you.”

The boy took his shotgun in his right hand finger still on the trigger. “I-I need medicine,” he stops and pulls up his left sleeve revealing a chunk of flesh missing from his forearm. “One of those bastards bit me. I just need a First-Aid Kit.”

“Alright,” I say, and kneel down by the packs again and ug around in Austin’s backpack until I found one of the white tins with the little red cross. I got up, and held out my hand for the guy to take the kit. He takes it and puts it in his belt and walks out thanking us for the medicine.

“One more ghoul for the slaughter,” I say.

“Don’t be so gloomy,” Austin says bumping me in the arm with the back of his hand.

“I’ll go on watch now. You need some rest, you may be strong, but you’re useless if you’re tired.”

“You’re right, goodnight, and goodluck.”

I picked up my M1 I had against the wall behind where we were standing. At any moment I could have grabbed my M1 and put a bullet in that kid’s brain, but my God damned morals got in the way. I pulled out on of the wooden chairs from the kitchen and sat in the room. My legs crossed rifle in my lap, then lit a cigarette. First I had in two weeks.

Damn, I have no willpower.

As I sat there my eyes got heavy and I drifted away to the land of dreams, this is the first time I’ve ever fallen asleep during my shift.

I can think of no way to describe how I’m feeling. Afraid? Angry? Scared? A combination of all three? I don’t know. I might even be going insane. The steady moan of the ghouls is constantly racking on my nerves. It would seem there are more, and more zombies each day, maybe their moan attracts more zombies.

Whatever, just a theory. I’m leaving tomorrow, Austin’s waiting at his house, he told me to wait a few days so that he could get ready. I already have my supplies: pistol .45 caliber, 200 rounds, M1 Garand rifle, lasersight and NVG scope, machete, crowbar, knife, 6-inches long, smooth. Backpack 12 quarts of water, enough canned food to last for two weeks, bed roll.

I rolled up the sleeve of my Domo-kun jacket and looked at my watch, it read 10:30 p.m. I rolled over onto my mattress. When I began to feel my eyelids getting heavy, about to leave this horrid place and off to dreamland.

CRASH!

I hear a window shatter, and the shards of crystal spread onto the floor. My eyes snap open in an instant, the distinctive moan of the ghouls has gotten louder, and clearer. I swing my legs off the bed and sling my backpack over my right shoulder, attach the sheath of my machete to my belt, holster the .45, and put my M1 to my shoulder.The ghouls began shambling towards me, I get ready with the M1, and fire at the first three undead. But it would seem that they kept coming. I took the rifle in one hand, drew my .45 and shot the next few undead, but for everyone I killed three more cam in through the window.

Shit! I think, My position is compromised! Need to find escape! I looked around the room for a way out there were undead at every window and door, Damn! Then the roof came to mind. I raced up the stairs and climbed out of the window in my bedroom. Now on the roof I jumped into the backyard. I quickly vaulted over the fence then hopped on my bike and headed to Austin’s house.

Exhausted, out of breath, and scared as hell, I arrived at my destination.

“You’re early,” Austin says.

“Not much of a greeting wouldn’t you say? Ghouls broke in and overrun my house, I had to come early. You wouldn’t believe how many ghouls I had to get through to get here.”

“Actually, I do,” Austin says in a matter-of-factly tone,”they were knocking on my door all day, they’re like god damn door-to-door salesmen.”

I laugh.

“You look exhausted, you should go to sleep, I’ll take your shift.”

“Sure?”

“No prob.”

What can I say Phantom Hourglass is a great game, probably one of the best on the DS, great job Nintendo! This is most definitely what a DS game shoukd be, great touch screen controls, which are used by dragging the stylus to run, and slashing the enenmies on screem to attack, as well as using your stylus to draw a path that your boomerang will follow. The characters are a lot of fun, and the fairy (Celia) isn;t otally annoying. There are things in this game that are not from the console Zelda games, like you can only habe one item equipped at a time, instead of three, I think. Amd you can’t talk to the fairy for advice,also some of the rupees are different. And I know I don’t usually talk about graphics but the graphics in this game are fantastic and very much resemble Wind Waker.

Great game go and check it out. I think the new Zelda in on the  DS “Spirit Traxks” will be a sequel to this game, it comes out on Dec. 7th, if you have a DS go but it.

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