Anticitizen One
Banned
Grant Morrison's legendary run on Superman ends this week 
-
Hey, guest user. Hope you're enjoying NeoGAF! Have you considered registering for an account? Come join us and add your take to the daily discourse.
COMICS! |OT| March 2013. Pinching Dr. Banner? Bad idea; Hulk pinches you back.
- Thread starter Spike Spiegel
- Start date
- Status
Rastafarian42
Member
Grant Morrison's legendary run on Superman ends this week
???? All Star Superman ended in 2008 man.
ViewtifulJC
Banned
Final Crisis/Superman Beyond was 2009, b
krypt0nian
Banned
Grant Morrison's legendary run on Superman ends this week
First few issues didn't take enough chances, but when he hit his stride, shit became legend.
Too bad most dropped it by then. Oh well.
Dat Krypto issue was one of the finest issues of Superman ever, doe.
BenjaminBirdie
Banned
Rastafarian42
Member
Lol the comic that came with 3D glasses ?
Spike Spiegel
Member
There is something very romantic and schmaltzy and Claremontian about the whole idea, isn't there? He actually touched on some of this in the final chapters of X-Men: The End, and that could have easily set up such an ending. I can almost picture it...
*dream dissolve sound effect*
The last star in the universe has gone out, devoured by the Phoenix. And now, there's nothing left; just the great cosmic firebird, and a great unending void. Yet suddenly, the Phoenix feels... something. It's a thing that shouldn't exist anymore, nothing should exist anymore, and yet there's an undeniable presence somewhere in the abyss that calls to it. And curiosity would see it answer, as the Phoenix travels across the emptiness at the speed of thought, pulled by this mysterious anomaly.
After traveling thousands of light years it finally appears in the distance, to the cosmic firebird a single dot of light stark against endless black. The something is revealed, inexplicably, as an island of rocka and earth; as it approaches nearer, the Phoenix can see that on that island is grass, trees, and a house... a mansion, really, and something about its shape seems familiar to it, as if from a long-forgotten dream...
By now overwhelmed by curiosity, the Phoenix ignores its instinctual drive to destroy the tiny strip of land, and instead makes to land upon it. As it does so, the Phoenix's shape alters, growing smaller and coalescing into a form taken from deep memory: that of a human female, tall and slender and beautiful, with shimmering hair like a living flame. Compelling to enter the mansion, the Phoenix walks up the flight of stairs and, finding the doors unlocked, enters.
The mansion appears empty. As it walks through the empty halls, stopping to stare occasionally at the paintings and photographs adorning the walls, the Phoenix begins to remember this place, not as it is now but at a time when it teemed with life. It realizes: this was where... she once lived, so very long ago. But who was "she"?
Suddenly, the Phoenix hears a voice. And then, another voice in answer to the first. The voices continue, and the Phoenix follows the sound through the mansion, slowly at first, walking hesitantly, then quicker and finally running towards the sound. The Phoenix pulls up before a set of heavy oaken doors; another memory surfaces, and it knows, remembers, that behind those doors is a study that once belonged to... someone. Someone important? Its hands reach out to push the doors open, but hesitate for a moment before resolve is strengthened and with a great heave they are pushed apart.
Inside the study, Logan and Kitty sit at opposing sides of a chess table, Logan gazing over his remaining pieces as Kitty's hand hovers on her rook. Logan is old, incredibly so; and yet, he doesn't look nearly as old as he should be -- well over a hundred years old, yes, but not BILLIONS of years old. Kitty, on the other hand, looks very much the same as she does now; she's learned to control her mutation to such an extent that time, space, and dimension no longer have any effect on her. She's an ethereal being, there and yet not quite, visible and yet not, physical and yet not. At the sound of the doors opening, they both look up from their pieces and stare at the red-headed woman standing speechless in the doorway.
Logan smiles, and with warmth and love in his voice says, "Hey there, Red. About time you showed up."
And just like that, she's Jean again. Eyes that haven't been eyes in billions of years are filling with tears. A heart that hasn't beat in forever is thudding faster and faster in her chest. Logan struggles to rise from his chair, and Kitty helps him to his feet, and he steadies himself with a cane of adamantium. Kitty leans over and gives Logan a kiss on the cheek, then walks over to Jean and gives her a hug before walking to the door. Logan calls to her, asks her where she's going; Kitty looks back, and gives him one last smile before answering: "it's time." And then, she's gone, phased away into nothingness, to the afterlife, to another dimension, no one can say.
And then, it's just the two of them.
Logan doesn't get more than a few steps before she's in his arms. She's hugging him and she's crying, and he's hugging her right back and crying too, and when they're all cried out she laces her arm into his and they begin to walk. As they do so, they talk about anything and everything: about old friends and lovers, old battles once shared, the history of the universe, everything they missed out on, and most of all about each other.
Eventually, their walk takes them out onto the grounds, and they find themselves standing under a tree, THE tree. Somehow, it's the same tree, the one Logan cornered her under in the rain, that first night they met not as Wolverine and Marvel Girl, but as Logan and Jean. And Jean looks at Logan, leans in and kisses him tenderly; and when she pulls back and opens her eyes he's young again, in the prime of life once more. They kiss again, passionately this time, and she pulls him down to the ground...
In the vast emptiness of the abyss, the tiny dot flickers, then flares brlghtly. And then... "let there be light."
After traveling thousands of light years it finally appears in the distance, to the cosmic firebird a single dot of light stark against endless black. The something is revealed, inexplicably, as an island of rocka and earth; as it approaches nearer, the Phoenix can see that on that island is grass, trees, and a house... a mansion, really, and something about its shape seems familiar to it, as if from a long-forgotten dream...
By now overwhelmed by curiosity, the Phoenix ignores its instinctual drive to destroy the tiny strip of land, and instead makes to land upon it. As it does so, the Phoenix's shape alters, growing smaller and coalescing into a form taken from deep memory: that of a human female, tall and slender and beautiful, with shimmering hair like a living flame. Compelling to enter the mansion, the Phoenix walks up the flight of stairs and, finding the doors unlocked, enters.
The mansion appears empty. As it walks through the empty halls, stopping to stare occasionally at the paintings and photographs adorning the walls, the Phoenix begins to remember this place, not as it is now but at a time when it teemed with life. It realizes: this was where... she once lived, so very long ago. But who was "she"?
Suddenly, the Phoenix hears a voice. And then, another voice in answer to the first. The voices continue, and the Phoenix follows the sound through the mansion, slowly at first, walking hesitantly, then quicker and finally running towards the sound. The Phoenix pulls up before a set of heavy oaken doors; another memory surfaces, and it knows, remembers, that behind those doors is a study that once belonged to... someone. Someone important? Its hands reach out to push the doors open, but hesitate for a moment before resolve is strengthened and with a great heave they are pushed apart.
Inside the study, Logan and Kitty sit at opposing sides of a chess table, Logan gazing over his remaining pieces as Kitty's hand hovers on her rook. Logan is old, incredibly so; and yet, he doesn't look nearly as old as he should be -- well over a hundred years old, yes, but not BILLIONS of years old. Kitty, on the other hand, looks very much the same as she does now; she's learned to control her mutation to such an extent that time, space, and dimension no longer have any effect on her. She's an ethereal being, there and yet not quite, visible and yet not, physical and yet not. At the sound of the doors opening, they both look up from their pieces and stare at the red-headed woman standing speechless in the doorway.
Logan smiles, and with warmth and love in his voice says, "Hey there, Red. About time you showed up."
And just like that, she's Jean again. Eyes that haven't been eyes in billions of years are filling with tears. A heart that hasn't beat in forever is thudding faster and faster in her chest. Logan struggles to rise from his chair, and Kitty helps him to his feet, and he steadies himself with a cane of adamantium. Kitty leans over and gives Logan a kiss on the cheek, then walks over to Jean and gives her a hug before walking to the door. Logan calls to her, asks her where she's going; Kitty looks back, and gives him one last smile before answering: "it's time." And then, she's gone, phased away into nothingness, to the afterlife, to another dimension, no one can say.
And then, it's just the two of them.
Logan doesn't get more than a few steps before she's in his arms. She's hugging him and she's crying, and he's hugging her right back and crying too, and when they're all cried out she laces her arm into his and they begin to walk. As they do so, they talk about anything and everything: about old friends and lovers, old battles once shared, the history of the universe, everything they missed out on, and most of all about each other.
Eventually, their walk takes them out onto the grounds, and they find themselves standing under a tree, THE tree. Somehow, it's the same tree, the one Logan cornered her under in the rain, that first night they met not as Wolverine and Marvel Girl, but as Logan and Jean. And Jean looks at Logan, leans in and kisses him tenderly; and when she pulls back and opens her eyes he's young again, in the prime of life once more. They kiss again, passionately this time, and she pulls him down to the ground...
In the vast emptiness of the abyss, the tiny dot flickers, then flares brlghtly. And then... "let there be light."
...Yeah. :|
but you would roll with stryfe? your kid has better taste bro
Auron_Kale
Member
So in the SF Bay Area thread, I offered to get some chocolates for a fellow gaffer and mailed them to his house. Rather than payment, I opted for some stuff on my Amazon list of equal value.
:3
:3
Filthy Slug
Crowd screaming like hounds at the heat of the chase/ All the colors of the rainbow flood my face
Anybody read Ron Wimberly's Prince of Cats? I just finished it and it was truly impressive. Peep this art:
I read Prince of Cats a couple weeks ago. Really fantastic. Not only the stellar art, but the dialogue (all in iambic pentameter), the take on Shakespeare via 80s Bronx (the "Duel List") -- seriously one of those comics that seems alive.
EDIT: Brooklyn, not the Bronx, my bad.
EDIT: Brooklyn, not the Bronx, my bad.
Vermillion
Banned
Am I the only one who (of course I'm not) thinks that Static should be doing better than he is in the comics world?
I feel like he needs a bigger push.
I feel like he needs a bigger push.
ViewtifulJC
Banned
Face it Tiger..
Banned
Filthy Slug
Crowd screaming like hounds at the heat of the chase/ All the colors of the rainbow flood my face
I honestly didn't expect the story to both adhere to Shakespearean language and be incredibly fresh, but it fucking was. It would have been real easy for the book to cruise on its gorgeous looks but the dialogue and story are seriously dominant and layered just as well as Shakespeare's own language. Also, it takes place in Brooklyn, and that's always a plus. It doesn't seem like too many people have read it, though, which is a fucking shame.
Rafa=FedKilla
Banned
Why is Brooklyn being the setting a plus? We have enough goddam books that take place in NYC.
Vermillion
Banned
Coincidentally I did a retread this weekend. So fucking good.
I'm reading the Batman & Robin stuff I got from the last comixlogy sale.
9 issues in, I can honestly say the same thing about that -_-
krypt0nian
Banned
B&R is essential Morrison. Incorrect.
Anticitizen One
Banned
are you sure your reading the B&R issues by Morrison? Cuz they kept the series going after him and other lesser writers like Tomasi and Winnick did abunch of filler stories
Because it uses NY to make a Shakespearian version of The Warriors, that's why.
yeay I'm reading #1-16.
I didnt even kno Batman had a son... he didnt have one in Dark Knight Returns which is supposed to be in the future...
Anticitizen One
Banned
Well there is your problem right there. You need to start at the beginning of Grant Morrison's run:
which builds off this old Batman story:
beyond_death
Member
TDKR is an Elseworld story.
EleventhDoctor
Banned
I'm dying to read Saga 11. If someone can spoil it for me in the meantime-was the last page in last issue a fake out?
Jedeye Sniv
Banned
Oh dear... DC's genius marketing strikes again.
DKR was written over 20 years ago, it's not going to be a roadmap to the future. Plus.... spoilers.
Well I mean, if we're gonna be technical about it, TDKR happened after Inc Vol. 2 #8, therefore it still works and JEKKI is a big dummy for not reading Morrison's Batman.
BenjaminBirdie
Banned
Ain't NYC's fault it stomps over every other city on Earth.
BenjaminBirdie
Banned
So in the SF Bay Area thread, I offered to get some chocolates for a fellow gaffer and mailed them to his house. Rather than payment, I opted for some stuff on my Amazon list of equal value.
:3
Hawkeye is Marvel NOW now?!?!?
I GOTTA ADJUST MY LONGBOXES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GrandHarrier
Member
Hawkeye is so hipster it was Marvel Now before Now.
Filthy Slug
Crowd screaming like hounds at the heat of the chase/ All the colors of the rainbow flood my face
Because it benefits the urban-future Romeo + Juliet setting greatly and compliments Ron Wimberly's artistic stylings in the book. Also, because I live in Brooklyn, and I love seeing stories set here, especially exceptional stories.
Jedeye Sniv
Banned
He's already home... isn't he?
Any what's up with those lines on his chest? are they meant to be MANLY MUSCLES? I never really think of cyke as being muscly, I like how Quitely drew him all skinny-like, it fits the character better imo
Any what's up with those lines on his chest? are they meant to be MANLY MUSCLES? I never really think of cyke as being muscly, I like how Quitely drew him all skinny-like, it fits the character better imo
He just got home. He hasn't had time to iron his unpacked clothes.
sazabirules
Unconfirmed Member
The BKV/Martin comic is called The Private Eye and you can pay whatever price you what for the first issue (I assume all are like this) on panelsyndicate.com. There will be ten issues.
Cyke was quite buff during Dark Reign, and some artists indeed draw him as thin, but he is definitely in top shape - how much is up for the actual artists. I do not mind a little bit more "wild" look
BenjaminBirdie
Banned
BenjaminBirdie
Banned
The BKV/Martin comic is called The Private Eye and you can pay whatever price you what for the first issue (I assume all are like this) on panelsyndicate.com. There will be ten issues.
UGH how do I open this in ComiXology???????
BBOOOOOOOOOOOO
sazabirules
Unconfirmed Member
Since you can get it in pdf put it in Dropbox to read on iPad?
BenjaminBirdie
Banned
luv u
sazabirules
Unconfirmed Member
I'm not sure if it is guaranteed to work but I can try later today to see if it'll display in my Dropbox on an iPad.
Spike Spiegel
Member
It's still just a rumor at this point, as neither party involved has responded to inquiries, but Bleeding Cool is reporting that writer Andy Diggle is off Action Comics before his first issue even hits stands.
If the rumor proves true, then oh my.
BenjaminBirdie
Banned
That's a big grain.
I kind of wish, just for moments like this, that Bleeding Cool was a Daily Newsy broadsheet out every day, or he ran his site like Drudge just so he could run this story with a big
THE LOSER
I kind of wish, just for moments like this, that Bleeding Cool was a Daily Newsy broadsheet out every day, or he ran his site like Drudge just so he could run this story with a big
THE LOSER
- Status