#this boy is a walking nuclear bomb to a bug.

[lilybug-02]

Still as clumsy as ever.

Bug Fact: Although the term “bug” has a scientific meaning, its common usage refers to any variety of small arthropods (such as beetles, spiders, or centipedes).

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[would-they-last-in-fnaftale-ae]

𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒹!𝒟𝑜𝓊𝑔

(You know it but whatever) A man who fell into the void, and was driven mad by an ancient entity, when he is out he rambles on about the fate of all, and ancient gods and their hunger for control

Powers: shadow walk (where he can drag people into the void and walk-through shadows) 

Whispers of the gods: basically the entity uses him as a speaker 

Hive mind: a bunch of other victims of the void are summoned when he’s distressed

This weird bug like creature  he turns into specifically to kill people

(Dark deception au)

I’m actually really not sure how well he would survive 

Hooooo boy. He has been in ask void for a while now, too. Double voided boi-

Crystal Academy Students

They would mistake him for either a demon lord, a W.I.T.C.H (Wickedness In The Child's Heart), or some other type of monster.

He would not stand a CHANCE, as these little girls are basically the divine equivalent of a nuclear bomb.

"We don't pray to gods, for they too are helpless in our fates."

These little girls are constantly holding back, so they don't accidentally wipe out themselves along with entire galaxies. He would be gone, along with any hive with him in SECONDS. So he better HOPE that someone steps in to explain exactly what is really going on.

Springlock family

They've definitely adopted worse as endodorians. The face horrors beyond their compression regularly. Fredbear would just see this thing while taking out the trash, and start feeding it.

That or Stellaursa would somehow end up in the void, and with all the protection she gets from her demon and eldritch friends, would feel completely safe and comfortable in the nothingness. In this case, she'd drag Void Doug up and go "can we keep him?!"

Springbonnie would probably accidentally get himself killed, unfortunately. Because he is WAY too friendly and WAY too loud. He'd accidentally scare void and end up getting clawed up. Small wounds can be fatal to endodorians, due to their unstable bodies, so one good nick could do him in.

Fell!fredbear would be a lot like fredbear, but he'd probably see him outside during a smoke break instead of taking the trash out.

Lemdoorfeyemalinmchivulowdiedielfe

This place is one of the WEIRDEST places in the Endodorian Empire, and that's saying something. The word means "dreamville" and this place is basically a lucid dream in real life. People here learned magic could be used to say "no thank you" to the laws of reality, and started living life as though it were a dream. Some bits and pieces are fourth dimensional, while others look to be straight out of wonderland or the other world in coraline.

The people here wouldn't harm him, nor would he be able to harm them back. He'd probably mistake this place for some weird dream or nightmare, and end up getting scared off. The people are friendly at least, and would give him tea in an upside-down balloon that's careening off a cliff, before abruptly turning into coffee they're drinking while sitting on a whale fall at the bottom of the ocean. Fun.

[letrune]

My greatest deal was taking over an island banana republic, only for the Regime to give me an offer: I fake my death and leave in peace, or they make me die for real. Given I was not immune to ice picks, I decided to go with the Regime's plan, and just "died".

Then I defected to the Union, with two briefcases full of microfilms from the Regime, secret cities and scientific blind alleys and nuclear bomb silos. The Union was kind enough to fabricate me a backstory and I found myself living in a cozy retirement, with not a single word about my past.

But sometimes you just can't quit a job, and now, in my new hometown, everyone believes I am this... Doctor Destructicor (what a stupid name). Well, guess this Doctor loves the idea too because he stops doing anything when I'm out in town, which means they keep me under survelliance.

Let me be frank - I hate when people peek into my life. One of the Union's deal was that they leave me alone, and for it, I got a penthouse with my own, patented micro-EMPs in every wall, no bugs to keep track of me. Satellites and snipers, yes, but for that, I am not responsible. But I digress.

So, Doctor Destructicor. DD from now on. They decided to screw with my cozy, peaceful life. This villain is now back on the job. The Regime had my superboloid and the Union had my jetpack, but I still got my wits.

Within a week of just following the streaming data, I figured out where the secret lair is, and after two more days, I had found the first entry code for the door. Clockwork robots, now that was clever. EMP not affects such. Small too, plastic, very clever and cheap.

And can't stand a four centimeter high heel squishing one on "accident".

Then just take a nice walk there, with a few of the old tricks up my sleeves, the coat pockets and even in the belt loop. I had to make them again, but boy, it feels good. Just walking with a pocket neuronwhip again...

The warehouse hiding the entrance is easy to find and break into. The clockwork defense is not a problem if you can just claw off the panel and jam a crowbar between the cogs. The robotic guard is not a stop for the durasteel claws.... And then, just turning off the main power. They can start sweating now as I sneak around, and take their little robogoons one by one.

I wish I still have the connections, but most of my old goons are gone - dead, in a gulag or a federal prison, or working for one of the superpowers. Alas, I'm back to the old days. A vault, sneaky place to hide in - not a problem for the claw, cracking the lock itself, and now, we can face off - except I give no chance for them to do anything, the neuronwhip goes off the moment I can see them and they shake under the power, dancing in pain.

Just until they fall unconscious, then I just call the Union's secret service. They can do more harm than I ever could... And all I ask is a neat alibi.

Due to a series of “unfortunate” accidents, everyone in the city believes you are the secret identity of an up and coming supervillain. In truth you are a retired supervillain who faked their death years ago and now this upstart is going to get a taste of what true supervillainy looks like.

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Rundown Job

leverage 5.09

the HEART EYES in parker and eliot’s eyes as they watch hardison crack the code of the vault is my religion

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Hardison: Kiss for luck?

Parker: Who needs luck?

confident baby

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(Parker begins doing elaborate moves and turns to get through the lasers, quickly reaching the far wall)

Hardison: I never get tired of that

THE HANDSHAKE BETWEEN HARDISON AND ELIOT BC THEY LOVE THEIR BADASS GIRLFRIEND

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Parker (opens a case to reveal it is full of diamonds): Oh! Bup-bup.

(Eliot snaps at Parker to get her attention)

Hardison: Eight new schools. Okay, take care, sister Agnes. (hangs up)

(Parker closes the case and gives it to Eliot for mailing as Hardison dials the phone)

Hardison: Hey, Nate, we’re done in D.C. We’re flying back tomorrow. See you.

Parker: They’re so shiny. Couldn’t I have just kept one?

Hardison: Road to redemption, Parker. Just think how good it’s gonna feel when you get that Christmas card from those orphans. Hell, we may even get Eliot to smile.

parker deserves all the shiny things

“the road to redemption” THEY CHANGE TOGETHER

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Riley: Why’d you quit, anyway? (pushes button again)

Eliot: Started running with some different people...

(Riley pushes button again but it doesn’t seem to be working)

Eliot: Like a hacker...

(Hardison enters room and nods. Riley pulls a gun from his drawer and shoots toward Eliot, but the gun is empty)

Eliot: And a thief.

(Parker taps on Riley’s head. He turns. She is holding the clip and a bullet from his gun)

Parker: Click. (tosses clip and bullet on table)

eliot “I started running with some different people” spencer loves his partners and I adore that with my whole (whole) heart

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Eliot: Good night.

(Parker stuns Riley, who slumps on the desk)

I’m glad they’re enabling her tasering obsession

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Eliot (checks his watch): I’m gonna keep her alive. You guys find a way to get her out of here.

Hardison: With what? I…

Eliot (walks away): You stole a Michelangelo with tinfoil and chewing gum. Figure it out!

eliot is like bitch please you’re smarter than this

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the way the three of them back up to each other, covering their backs ,,,

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Hardison: This is a violation of my constitutional rights.

Vance: You’re Alec Hardison. You cracked the Pentagon servers when you were 12. N.S.A. has a file on you a mile long.

Hardison: Do they? What do they say about me? I hope they gave me a cool nickname.

Vance: Parker here... No file on you, which is...

(Parker appears to be sleeping)

Vance: Is she asleep?

Eliot: She bores easy. What do you got on us?

hardison probably does have a cool nickname

also I LOVE how they still have no clue about parker

+

eliot being like “she bored easy” 🤷🏼‍♀️ the MARRIEDNESS

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Hardison: Y-you’re talking about stopping a terrorist attack in an afternoon. We’d need all your intel.

Vance: That truck back at the crime scene... It’s an N.S.A. Mobile response intelligence unit–

Hardison: With the Schneier cryptography system and the j-dam satellite uplink? That... I know nothing about, ‘cause that would be treason and wrong. (to Vance) Are you for real

hardison: I wouldn’t know anything about that because that wouLd Be TrEaSoN

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Vance: So, you grab the truck... (moves to sit by Eliot) Hell... Your girlfriend’s already out of her cuffs.

(Parker sits up holding the handcuffs and tosses them to Vance)

...they didn’t deny that parker was eliot’s girlfriend. they didn’t bother to correct him because it is, in fact, true that she is both their girlfriends. in this essay I will-

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Agent: No, I can’t let you in the truck.

Hardison: A gigabyte gone... your job, gone.

Agent: Security clearances.

Hardison: You’re not gonna let who...

Eliot: What are we, terrorists? Okay, that was my plan was to come here, show you a real badge that I somehow got, and then bring somebody crazy to break into a secure vehicle? We’re gonna move this down the block. He’s gonna spend about an hour doing spot-checks on databases. I showed you my badge. Man, here, take my badge. (tosses it to Agent) Call it in. I got to deal with this guy

it’s funny because it’s true

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Hardison: It’s got every database... N.S.A., CIA, FBI. It’s got hard backdoors into most commercial systems, live feeds into every security camera on the grid. Man, if this wasn’t such a gross violation of our civil liberties, I would be in love right now.

they never stop calling out the government and I’m Here For It™

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Parker: Where do we start?

Eliot: We start with getting you two on a plane out of here. You didn’t sign up for this. Trust me.

Hardison: And you? You’re going to handle this by yourself? Come on, she’s a lady, man. She needs the right touch. What you gonna do with your big punching hands... Punch the screens? No.

Parker: We agreed we all change. Better or worse, we change together.

Eliot (after a moment): What do they got on the gunman?

ELIOT JUST WANTS HIS PARTNERS SAFE

also,,, for better or worse, we change together??? BITCH THOSE ARE WEDDING VOWS

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Parker: Do you know why you bring a cooler full of ice to a robbery? No? I do. Everything we need to know is in that basement. I’ll drive.

Hardison: Hold on.

Eliot: Exactly.

Hardison: No, hold on. (holds on to table)

Eliot: Oh, you... oh, hell, man (sits down in chair across from Hardison. the van horn honks twice and eliot looks around, fumbling) No seat belts up in this thing- (looks at Hardison) d-do you got a seat belt?

Hardison: No, uh-uh, hold the wall (holds the wall)

eliot and hardison being exhausted boyfriends at parker’s reckless driving, I love this song

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Parker: How do you lose track of a whole laboratory?

Eliot: There’s over 200 tons of uranium missing from the United States nuclear storage.

Hardison: The air force lost a hydrogen bomb off the coast of Georgia.

Eliot: Countries are big things, Parker. A lot of secrets slip through the cracks.

wow I love knowing these things and having to live with it

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Hardison: The Spanish flu killed 50 million people during World War I, and now somebody’s got it. (opens door)

Parker: Look, we can do this. Just treat it like any another job.

Hardison: This isn’t just any other job.

Eliot: All right, all right. Stay focused.

Hardison: I focused! That bug in there killed 50 million people! 50! And that was when the population was lower.

Parker: Now?

Hardison: Now? 150 million people. 150 million dead. Hey, we’re thieves, man, and we’re good at what we do, but this is way, way out of our league. And you expect us to go catch some psycho with a city killer? A country killer?

Eliot: You scared?

Hardison: You’re damn right.

(Hardison turns to enter the truck but Eliot grabs his wrist, holding him back)

Eliot: I’m not. I got the best thief And the smartest guy I know chasing this guy.

(Hardison looks at Parker, but Eliot grabs his head and pulls him back)

Eliot: Hey, listen to me. You’re smartest man I’ve ever known, Hardison. I need that brain to get me to him. ‘Cause you know if I lay my hands on him, it’s done. Get me to him. (lets Hardison go)

tHe WaY hE gRaBs HaRdiSoN’S fACE

eliot knows hardison is spiraling but he also knows how to get him out of it because he knows hardison like the back of his hand and knows how to get through to him

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

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there are so many good ot3 shots in this episode it brings me so much joy

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parker climbs hardison like a T R E E to turn off that detonator as eliot provides counterbalance

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Eliot: Did it work?

Hardison: I... I don’t know. I’m trying to get the phone speaker.

Vance (on phone): Move, move, move! Get to cover! Pull everyone back to the perimeter!

Eliot: Ohh! My boy! (hugs Hardison) That is what I’m talking about!

tHe HuG, yOuR hOnOR

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they really be playing grand theft auto in this one

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(Udall fires toward the trio and they dive for cover. Eliot and Parker look at each other and nod. Parker looks at Hardison)

Parker: For luck.

(Parker kisses Hardison, then she and Eliot nod at each other. Parker grabs the briefcase and runs off the train while Eliot runs toward Udall. Hardison goes after Parker, and Udall shoots Eliot in the leg. Eliot reaches Udall and punches him, knocking him out. Hardison continues after Parker, who stops and opens the briefcase)

F O R L U C K

also high key the look parker and eliot share? it had the same vibes as “we do the things that they can’t, won’t”

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parker high key kissing hardison “for luck” but also kissing him because eliot can’t

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Hardison: Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do... that’ll do it. (he pulls her into his arms) Don’t do that to me. I can’t lose you. Do you understand? I can’t lose you. Don’t scare me like that.

Parker: Yeah.

Hardison: I can’t

he loves her so, so much

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Vance: Promise you’ll at least consider working with us again.

Eliot: I work with them now.

Vance: Honor among thieves?

Eliot: Something like that. (walks away)

something like that,,, HE LOVES THEM, YOUR HONOR

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Vance: World can always use some more good guys.

Parker: Yeah, well, too bad we’re the bad guys

smh, “sometimes the bad guys are the best good guys”

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Parker: You’re shot. You should go to the hospital.

Eliot: I don’t do hospitals. (drops crutch)

Hardison: I told you. He takes getting shot very lightly

he drops his crutch to lean on parker and hardison THIS IS NOT A DRILL

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after watching this episode, I agree with y’all wholeheartedly that this was an ot3 GOLDMINE

edit: also, notice how much is written in pink (the colorcode for ot3 notes and meta). like, more than half of it. because LITERALLY ALL OF THIS IS OT3 MATERIAL

[filmhistorymptv1145]

Examine the ways in which films deal with social, political, cultural, and economic issues, both in direct and indirect ways. What is the political impact of cinema on audiences around the world and how do we see it? Should filmmakers directly engage with these kinds of issues or do so subtly? Discuss any of the films we have watched so far from this perspective, and draw upon other examples if necessary.

Social commentary exists in many forms. We read it in books and hear it in music of every genre. It does not discriminate, covering every issue from politics to economics. As film grew into its own medium, it became a new platform for artists to utilize in portraying their visions of the world. Whether they be whimsical and over the top, or down to earth and stunningly realistic, movies grew to become one of the largest entertainment industries. Directors and screenwriters, whether inspired by or displeased with their surroundings, came to use film as a method of sharing their thoughts and emotions. Be it through direct or indirect means, they would criticize politicians and governments to historic and current world events. Certain countries were more limited than others in controlling the content of films, pushing creators to become even more crafty and thoughtful when conveying their opinions on screen.

With the Motion Picture Production Code in full effect in the US, film makers who wanted to touch upon political issues in American society had to do so in a very subtle way. Take Force of Evil, for instance. On the outside, it reads like a classic gangster movie that was commonly seen in the 1940’s. However, it is deeply critical of the money and power-hungry American underbelly of society, digging into the Capitalism that has overtaken the country even in these earlier years. Irony is found in the two main characters, a pair of brothers. Joe is a lawyer who runs dirty deals with gang members, using his education and career to further their unsavory deeds. His brother Leo believes that his own line of work is earnest and respectable, when in reality it is not. Leo runs a ‘bank’ for the small number rackets that exist in New York City, mainly centered around bets that are placed on horse races. Leo strongly feels that he is not as morally corrupted as his brother, despite being in charge of an illegal business.

The mise-an-scene of the film is what really drives home the underlying critique of money and its corrupting force. Joe takes Leo’s former secretary Doris for a walk on Wall Street, taking her through a church cemetery. The church building is completely dwarfed by the towering buildings of Wall Street’s capitalist businesses. The implied message here is that money is the new God, that the hold it has over people is nearly as strong as religion.

For Polonsky, who was put on the blacklist by HUACC for his leftist ideals, this message is as true to him as it gets. In Polonsky’s eyes, people no longer feared God as much as they did losing money in capitalist America. Considering what the entire world had just lost three years prior in World War Two, it is almost insulting to showcase people like Joe and his associates on screen. Money grubbing is not what America wanted its people to think they had fought and died for, just the opposite. Justice and morality is what America wants people to think it stands for, not capitalism and the desire to supersede the people in their lives. Force of Evil is astoundingly subtle and simultaneously gritty, holding true to the film noir standard of the times.

At the end of the film, when Leo is killed by Joe’s nefarious associates, Joe goes to retrieve his brother’s body. Stairwells are used as a metaphor for an internal moral struggle. In a voiceover, Joe laments ‘I just kept going down and down. It felt like I was going to the bottom of the world.’ The decrepit area beneath the bridge is the exact opposite of the organized, shining city above. Finding his brother’s body is Joe’s moral rock bottom, both literally and metaphorically. It is a slap in the face for Joe, stripping away all of the justifications he has held for his less than moral behavior and actions.

Polonsky cuts to Doris as Joe says, ‘He is dead,’ juxtaposing the image of a living woman with the realization that his brother Leo is gone. It is jarring, but it also suggests a dual motivation rising within Joe. Inspired by Doris’ love and Leo’s death, Joe turns to make his way back up the enormous staircase. This finale leaves the viewers with some hope that Joe can possibly redeem himself after his selfish actions, but will it be as quickly as he ran down the stairs towards his brother’s corpse?

One wouldn’t think that in 1950’s America, a bold film would tackle such a hot social issue: equal rights for African Americans. Especially with the Motion Picture Production Code still in full effect. Typically, when reflecting on movies from that decade, our minds are filled with images of romantic melodramas, as well as musicals and other bright, cheery content. The Defiant Ones not only tackled the issue of racism in America, but it also set the standard for the ‘buddy’ films that are commonplace today. Two escaped convicts are chained together at the wrist, one white and one African American. The film goes back and forth between Johnny and Cullen’s escapades whilst on the run, and the officers who have been assigned to track them down and take them back to prison. The tone of the film is established in the first few minutes, when one of the officers refers to Cullen as the n-word. Later on in the movie, when Johnny and Cullen are apprehended by a group of townspeople after attempting to rob their general store, they start stringing up two nooses. Johnny is mortified, looking around at the townsfolk with terror in his eyes. ‘You can’t lynch me, I’m a white man!’ he pleads. The message is clear: lynching is something white people do to black people.

Not only does the movie look at the harsh reality of life for African Americans at the time, but the relationship that develops between Johnny and Cullen is in itself socially and politically charged. Over the course of the movie, the two convicts go from being at odds with one another to developing a close friendship. Not even Johnny’s mistake to trust the woman they holed up with can break their bond. Johnny leaves the woman behind to rescue Cullen from the dangerous swamps. At the film’s end, Cullen is cradling Johnny, who is wounded from a gunshot to the chest. They are collapsed on the grass together, sharing a cigarette while Cullen sings and the police detective approaches to apprehend them.

Not only has Johnny moved past his racist ideals, but one could also say that their positioning at the end of the film is borderline sexual. The way Cullen holds Johnny is almost as if it is in a lover’s embrace. Cullen’s portrayal in the film is especially bold, since he was portrayed to be well-spoken, intelligent and overall good. A far cry from films like Birth of a Nation where African Americans are put in the most negative light possible, portrayed as thieves and rapists while the Ku Klux Klan members are seen as heroic and noble. The Defiant Ones, supported by Sidney Poitier’s phenomenal acting, gave rise to a much more positive role for African American actors to portray on screen. Though the ‘righteous Black man’ did end up becoming a trope in Hollywood for many years, it was still a positive step in the right direction for civil rights.

Outside of the US, films were not constricted by strict standards of morality and content. They were much freer to openly criticize the societal norms and political atmospheres that were in place at the time of their creation. Hiroshima Mon Amour is a French made film that touches on the devastation of the nuclear bomb drops in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. While the movie itself seems to be mainly centered around a couple who cannot be together due to extenuating circumstances and their own inner demons, it is also direct commentary on how Japan remembered the bombings, and how different it is from the perspective of the rest of the world.

The first ten minutes of the film are composed of an almost poetry-like sequence of shots of Hiroshima before and after the bombs paired together with the two main character’s voice overs. The characters, a French woman, and a Japanese man, are in bed together in a loving embrace. The opening shot features ash falling onto their naked bodies, which we can infer mimics the death ash that fell onto Hiroshima after the atomic bomb’s detonation. This frame cross fades into nearly the same image of the naked couple, but the ash is gone from their bedroom.

The woman is stating that she knows all about what happened in Hiroshima, from having seen the newsreels that aired after the bombs had been dropped. The man argues that she has no idea what really happened. She states that in the newsreels she viewed, bugs were already crawling up through the debris and dirt on the second day and that flowers were growing all over Hiroshima just a few days after the bomb had been dropped. This voiceover is paired with the footage of a young boy being treated for burns and lesions on his skin, the exact opposite of new life springing forth from the ashes. The obvious pain that the boy is enduring is starkly contrasted to how the French woman describes all the different kinds of flowers that began blooming after the bombs had been dropped.

The Hiroshima that exists in the French woman’s mind is completely different from the Japanese man’s. This speaks to the overall theme of the movie, that collective and individual memories, as well as one’s identity can be corrupted. That the human brain is not a perfect organ and at times, it can even be our worst enemy. The French woman protests that she has seen Hiroshima. She had been to its museums, she knew how it had been over ten-thousand degrees in Peace Square at the time of detonation, and she had seen the films that had been made about the devastation. Her partner states over and over during this intro sequence that, ‘You saw nothing in Hiroshima. Nothing.’ Her experience of the disaster when compared to his is hollow, a clever way of illustrating how two people can think of the same event so differently.

Even if the trend of filmmaking has changed, shifting from film noir and melodrama to the blockbuster and action movies, social commentary still persists throughout the media. As the world around us changes and moves forward (be it for better or worse), so does the real-life content that directors and screenwriters are inspired by. Seeing politically and socially charged movies, whether they are extremely subtle or right up in your face, helps us both cope with world events and immortalize what occurred. As if to say, ‘We were here. We saw what took place. This is how we remember it.’

[chuckepisodes]

Chuck vs. The Sandworm Part 3

After your outing with Lazslo, you and Chuck couldn't stop thinking about what he said. So first you and Chuck went down to your place and searched your place for bugs. They were everywhere. What hurt you though was finding a bug in the frame of the photo Sarah  gave to you and Chuck. After gathering all the bugs you then went to Chuck's place and did the same thing. And there was a bug inside the frame of his photo too. Once you were all done you both headed over to Casey's place banging on his door. "What the hell are these?" Chuck said shoving both yours and his bugs into him once Casey answered. " Seems you already know, Chuck." "I can't believe you've been prying into our most intimate moments... You know what? I swear to God, if I find out you've been spying on my sister, I will kill you, Casey." " Intimate moments? Not really an issue thus far. At least, not in the sense of traditional two-person intimacy." Casey said looking between you and Chuck and you began to blush. " He-he-he." Chuck did a mocking laugh. "Do you have any idea how violated I feel right now?" "You feel violated? No, no, no, my ears feel violated. 'Cause they have to listen to you and that moron Morgan yammering on for four hours about what sandwich You're gonna take if you were stranded on a deserted island." "What are you nuts? Nobody was talking about sandwiches for four hours. Come on." Casey walked over and began to play the recording. "Think about it-- this is a desert island, Morgan." Chuck's voice started over the recording. "Mayonnaise simply doesn't fare well in the tropics." "Oh, yeah, but define sandwich." Morgan's voice now coming in." 'Cause technically you can put anything between two slices of bread. For instance, could I bring... A Jessica Alba sandwich to said desert island?" "I-I suppose." Casey then ended the recording and looked at Chuck. You were trying not to laugh. " Well, I'll have you know, I stand by my mayonnaise theory. And you're still a giant douche for spying on us like that." Chuck said. "Kinda sad I wasn't there for that convo." you said smirking at Chuck. "Oh Y/N you drive me nuts too going on about your girl problems and how you feel about Ch-" "Hey! Stop!" you yelled at Casey before he could go on revealing how you talk about how in love with Chuck you are. Chuck stared at you wondering why you freaked out like that. Casey just glared at you. "Well, if it's any comfort, Y/N and Chuck, we planted those bugs to protect you. How did you find the surveillance, anyway?" " Oh, a little birdie named Lazslo told us." you said. " What? You contacted Lazslo and didn't tell me?" "I'm sorry, Casey. Did we violate your trust?" you were now standing right in front of him, glaring. Chuck was quite proud of you seeing you stand up to Casey like that.

Chuck invited you back over to his place for a little. You were heading into his room when you all of a sudden heard a voice and you both screamed. "Hello, Chuck and Y/N." Chuck quickly turned on the lights to find Lazslo sitting in his chair in the corner of his room. "What did you tell your handler?" "We told him you were innocent, okay? We told him, we thought you were innocent. And we think the best thing for you to do is go and turn yourself in. They can help you." Chuck said. "Forget it, Chuck. It doesn't even matter." "Of course it matters. Isn't this what you wanted?" you said. "They went through the trouble of framing me for murder. What's going to happen when they get me back? A slap on the wrist? There's got to be someplace you can hide me. Just for tonight. "  Lazslo asked looking at the both of you. You and Chuck looked at each other and it seemed like you were both thinking the same thing. "There is one place." Chuck said looking back at Lazslo.

A short drive later you all found yourselves at the Buy More. You were setting up a little room for Lazslo in the home theatre room and he seemed very happy. "This is great! I'll be out before you guys open. And if everything works out, you will never see me again. Thank you, guys, for everything. I really appreciate it." "Yeah, definitely." you said. " Good luck disappearing, Lazslo." Chuck added. " Yeah. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, I kind of helped myself to the... To the Bond ouevre." He said handing Chuck the movie. "Oh, check you out. A View To A Kill? That's a bold choice." " Why? Is it a good one?" " Oh, dude, Christopher Walken playing some evil nazi villain? Grace Jones as some a 'roid rage sex assassin? I think, actually, on second thought, I'm going to stay for the beginning. Y/N?" Chuck turned to you seeing if you were cool with it. "You know how much I love Bond." "That's true. Silly me." Chuck said smiling and laughing. You and Chuck sat down together on the couch as Lazslo went to pop in the movie. All of a sudden your phone started ringing and you picked it up to see it was Sarah calling. Chuck looked over and noticed as well. "Who is it?" Lazslo asked. " Uh, it's our handler, Sarah." you answered. "Y/N, you got to turn it off. Please, Y/N, she could be tracking us. You don't understand. If you turn me in to your handlers, it's like signing my death warrant." You turned your head to look at Chuck and you both nodded as you pressed ignore on your phone. "Give me your watches." "Why?" Chuck asked. " Give me your watches. I need to disable the transponder." "Disable the transponder?" you asked. " Transponder Yeah, but how would you do that?" You both handed your watches over to him and he threw them on the ground, smashing them both with his feet. After being satisfied that they were both broken he handed the watches back to you both and you and Chuck stared at them in shock. Lazslo then came over and sat beside you as he grabbed a bag of popcorn. "You were right about the bugs, by the way. God knows what they put in my car." Chuck spoke up. "I've got a pretty good idea. I broke into it earlier, disabled the GPS system. " "How did you... You designed my car. " "Yeah still mad I didn't get an upgrade on my car. Just saying." "Just think, guys. Right now, there is no one in the entire world who knows where we are." You looked over at Chuck both feeling kind of uneasy about that.

Meanwhile, Sarah was still trying to call you, getting frustrated. " Come on, Y/N. Pick up the phone." It ended up going straight to voice mail again. "Damn it. Y/N, I want you to grab Chuck, go to your car, lock the doors and wait for me."

You all just finished the movie, you were  leaning against Chuck and Lazslo was just staring at the screen. "What did I tell you? Max Zorin is one of the greatest bad guys of all time." Chuck said looking over you to look at Lazslo. " You think Walken was the bad guy?" " What, are you kidding? I mean, he did try to sink California into the pacific ocean. What do you think?" Chuck asked. "Don't you get it, Chuck? Zorin is like us." You turned your head to look at Lazslo, leaving it resting against Chuck's shoulder. "The nazis used him for his superior gifts the way our government uses me and you two." " I don't..." " Too bad Zorin didn't have this home theater system. Screw flooding Silicon Valley. Do you know what we can do with this system if we really wanted to, guys?" "Watch more movies?" you asked with an innocent look on your face. Lazslo then stood up grabbing a big remote. "I haven't had a chance to play with this bad boy since I designed it." All of a sudden a map appeared on the screen. "What is that?" you asked. " Strategic air command. We keep a fleet of b-2s in Guam, kept on nuclear alert, just in case." "What are you doing?" Chuck asked as you and him both sat straight up. " Putting my tax dollars to work, Chuck. Would you like to play a nice game of thermonuclear war? What about Texas? What did Texas ever do that was so great? Nine hours... Maybe we should pick somewhere closer? In honor of Max Zorin... Let's see how fast they get to San Francisco." You and Chuck were now terrified. "Hey, hey, hey! Um... What about, let's watch Goldfinger, huh?" Chuck asked trying to stop him. "What's it about?" " Uh, again, it's about this bad, misunderstood guy who just wants to blow up the world. It's right up your alley; I think you'll really like it." " We can always play later." " We can! We can play... Bomb, bomb, bomb... Thing later... I'm going to go get us some more popcorn. Y/N want to come with and grab more drinks?" "Yes absolutely." "So, here, why don't you... You go ahead and start without us. And-and, uh, we're going to be right back." Chuck finished grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room.

You pulled out your phone to see you had missed calls from Sarah and Chuck saw he had a bunch of missed calls from Casey. You both looked at each other then crouched down behind a shelf to listen to the messages. Once you heard your message from Sarah about grabbing Chuck and waiting in your car you quickly stood up and grabbed Chuck's hand and ran out the store. "Y/N what's happening?" "Sarah said we need to wait in the car for her!" Chuck got into the driver side and as you were about to get into the passenger side you saw Lazslo sitting there. "Wait Chuck!" But it was too late and he was already in the car. So you got in the back. "Where are we headed? I thought I asked you to turn your phone off. Who were you talking to?" "Our handler, okay? She was just checking in." you said. You shouldn't have done that, Y/N. You should not have dragged them into this. I'm not responsible for what happens now." All of a sudden Sarah, Casey and Lazslo's handler came pulling up in their cars, stepping out with their guns in hand. "You sold me out... You sold me out!" Lazslo screamed. " No, no, no, no. We just didn't want you to get hurt, okay? Look, relax. Just relax, everything is going to be cool." Chuck said trying to calm him down. All of a sudden, a steering wheel appeared in front of Lazslo. You and Chuck stared at it wide eyed. "Everything is not going to be cool." Lazslo said looking at the both of you and then he floored it. " What the Hell?" Chuck said freaking out. Both of you hanging on for dear life since he sweringving all over the place. Chuck then decided to try and grab the steering wheel from him making you drive in circles. " You're going to kill us!" Lazslo yelled. "You're going to kill us!" Chuck yelled back. "Oh my God I am going to die." you said. As you began to drive forward again, Casey, Sarah and the other man's car was headed straight towards you. Lazslo continued to drive straight when Casey had to swerve out of the way and you and Chuck breathed a sigh of relief for a sec. "Well, Chuck, it's been fun." Lazslo said pressing a big red button. " Don't... " All of a sudden his door blew off. "Oh!" Chuck yelled. "Wait!" you yelled trying to stop him. But then Chuck's seat ejected from the car."Chuck! Oh my God!" you then looked over at Lazslo. "You're crazy!" you then managed to unlock the door getting ready to jump out the car. "Oh God....Here it goes." You jumped, and rolled down the road a bit. It hurt a little but your main concern was Chuck. You saw him sliding down the road and so you ran quickly trying to catch up to him. He finally came to a stop beside a car. "Chuck!" you yelled trying to get his attention. He turned and let out a sigh of relief when he noticed you got out okay. "Are you okay?" you asked him when you finally caught up to him. "Yeah... I'm fine." "Your shoes are smoking." "Yeah... how did you get out? Did he eject you too?" "No. I jumped out." You then kneeled down a little helping Chuck out of the seat and to stand off to the side before you got hit by a car. "You jumped?" Chuck asked surprised with a smile on his face. "Yeah!" "Badass." You and Chuck smiled at each other. "Well I'm done for the night. How about you?" you said. "Definitely." Casey's car then pulled up beside you two. "Get in. Morons." Casey said. You and Chuck just shook your heads and jumped in the van, ready to go home.

[prorevenge]

Think you can treat people however you want?Enjoy some revenge.

Ok so a little background, I'm in grade 10, I found this subreddit a yesterday because people kept saying it was pro revenge and not nuclear and decided to add my story here. No, not for karma, just for the fact that this was the best thing that I’ve ever done.

So during my grade 8 year The grade 7s fucking HATED us, from axe bombing our clothes while we were in gym, to dumping buckets full of water with Ice-cubes in it in the middle of winter (I live in Canada so this is a million times worse). To add on to that, they had some "assist" from the grade 6's,so one day, some of the 6s and 7s are headed off to a Band Camp, So me and 6 of my friends organized a strike against them.

Me: I'll pay you half a penny if you can figure this one out D,C,K,M,A and J are my friend, 7s are the grade 7s and 6s are the grade 6s.

So me and my friends are conspiring on how to get them, then it clicks, we are all in band camp, we can attack them there and no one will no it was us, we get to forming the plan(not gonna say but you'll get to see it happen), and taking an inventory on supplies.

THE REVENGE:

So when we get there we unpack our stuff and make sure we brought everything: 10 cans of Axe(j), 12 Bottles Of Bugspray(D), a pack of Balloons(c), 15 oranges(Me), 15 lemons(K), 10 bottles of Vinegar(M), 5 boxes of tacks(A) and since we were in a shop class with real power tool, we had face masks that we brought and some fabreeze.Keep in mind this took us a lot of money and it took us almost 2 hours to gather everything, since we live so close to town we could just walk, no parents getting suspicious or anything. We get our scheldules and we all find the best time to meet, since we'll all be in seperate activities, nothing would seem suspicious.

First thing, we axe bomb ourselves so it looks like we arent the culprits. Then we go to the 7s rooms. everyone goes into a seperate room, we bugsrapy their pillows, force the nozzle of a can of axe down, then tie a balloon around each one and let it sit, eventually the balloon would pop and axe would go everyewhere, then we set tacks by their doors on the inside, soaked all their clothes in vinegar and then squeeze 2 lemons and 2 oranges onto the windowsil, let it bake in the +18 celcius sun, attracting a fuck ton of ants.

(side note: the place this was at was know for having a LOT of bug problems).

We figured that if we got caught with everything, it would be concrete evidence that it was us, so we threw a bt of supplies into everyones rooms. then C and K reveal that they have GoPros, since they're brothers,they had a couple, so we set them up so we could see the pure disgust on their faces and then we leave. 2 minutes later it's break time, everyone goes back to the lodge and it's pure chaos. First there was the screams of pain from the tack, then the smell got so bad that everyone had to leave, then, the councilors go in and discover the metric fuck ton of ants everywhere and had to get eeryones stuff before calling an exterminator, and everyone had to leave. Some of us got cocky and told them that we did it, but they couldn't snitch cause they didn't have evidence, when the whole charade was done, they found the cans, and bottles, and packs of shit in the rooms, the grade 7s and 6s at the camp got 2 weeks deteniton and that group has never messed with us since.

(Edit: found out today that 2 of the kids got into a fist fight at school cause they were doing the same shit, one of them escaped with only a broken nose but the other one had his arm broken, a broken rib and he fell unconscious, he arrived in the hospital and doctors don’t know if he’ll wake up as after everything, the guy held him like a battering ram and threw him onto the side of the building so hard that there was a hole, a fucking HOLE in the side of the concrete buildings wall. The mother is now pressing charges against the boy but still, if someone is trying to get back at you for being an asshole, don’t continue to be a fucking asshole, cause you could be in a much bigger danger than you think.)

(source) story by (/u/TheForbbidenOne)

[thecomicsnexus]

AMBUSH BUG #1-4 JUNE - SEPTEMBER 1985 BY KEITH GIFFEN, ROBERT LOREN FLEMING, BOB OKSNER AND ANTHONY TOLLIN

SYNOPSIS (FROM DC DATABASE)

The story begins with a giant alien space ship about to invade Earth, everyone is in a panic! But wait, wait, no, it's all a marketing plot to get people to buy Ambush Bug #1 and it works as the first issue sells out. Meanwhile, at the Ambush Bug Detective Agency, Ambush Bug is surprised when his old psychiatrist Derwood Denton stands up for him on national television. Just then a garbage truck hits a bump and one of it's contents falls out and smashes through Ambush Bug's windows. Investigating, he finds a toy doll with big cheeks, thinking it's a real live boy, Ambush Bug decides to adopt it and make it his ward and sidekick, naming it Cheeks the Toy Wonder. The Bug then dresses himself and Cheeks up in super-hero costumes and go about the city looking for crimes to bust.

While at a warehouse, a group of terrorists who are against Democrats have taken their grandmother hostage (She did vote for Jimmy Carter..) and plan on blowing up the warehouse (which is full of a lethal nerve gas) and the police have the place surrounded. When Ambush Bug spots the scene, he decides to try and save the day. As the Bug secrets himself into the building the police are informed that the terrorists have bungled and got the wrong warehouse.

Inside, Ambush Bug manages to throw off the criminals and confuse them by using Cheeks as a decoy. When the leader of the terrorists realizes that he is afraid of a doll he kicks Cheeks aside making of his button eyes fall off. Furious, Ambush Bug chases the ring-leader to a sporting goods store where he beats him up with a baseball bat. As Ambush Bug defeats the last of the terrorists and saves the grandmother, he leaves Cheeks behind to defuse the bomb. Of course, Cheeks is just a doll and so the bomb goes off "killing" Cheeks.

Just then, the story is interrupted by Peabody, Dicker and Pending who are revealing a new line of Ambush Bug promotional items for the consumer: The Ambush Bug Aerobics Physical Fitness Work Out Book for People, An Ambush Bug data sheet, Late Night: A horror novel by Ambush Bug, and a funny strip called Little Bug (wherein a child Ambush Bug is looking forward to Nuclear fallout, but then has to spend the next day shoveling it out of his mothers driveway.)

Getting back to the story, Ambush Bug turns over the terrorists to the authorities, and then holds a funeral for Cheeks. In mourning, Ambush Bug is then visited by his Guardian Angel who gives him words of advice: dead super-heroes sell comic books. Reinvigorated and excited about he success of his first issue, Ambush Bug decides to celebrate the death of his sidekick by ordering a pizza, and walks back home thinking up various euphemisms to get over the loss of Cheeks.

When he gets home, Ambush Bug is shocked to find Darkseid is waiting for him in his apartment.

Our story begins in the apartment of Jonni DC, keeper of continuity in the DC Comics Universe, she is not impressed when a during radio report about the latest exploits of Mr. Mxyzptlk, they call him Mr. Mxyztplk (his Earth-Two counterpart), it's just another day in the life of the keeper of continuity.

Meanwhile, a desperate janitor seeks the services of Ambush Bug and interrupts the Bug while he is taking a shower. The janitor tells the Bug that he worked in the cuteness wing of the Paddywac science lab. There, scientist Quentin Quantis was trying to isolate the cause of cuteness, using Koala's as a source to extract it from. Isolating the enzyme, he ingested it and slowly became Quantis, a giant Koala who walks like a man! Just as this bit of exposition is done, Quantis' foot smashes through the roof of Ambush Bug's office killing the janitor. Ambush Bug decides to do something about it, bit first an intermission.... The reader is shown the results of the "1985 Gnatty Dresser Awards" showcasing Ambush Bug in different outfits, and then presented with The Ambush Bug Guide to Collecting Comics.

Back to the story... As Quantis rampages through Metropolis, the creature draws the attention of Jonni DC, who changes into keeper of continuity form and tries to stop Quantis because he will mess up continuity. However, she is no match for the creatures cute sneezes and Quantis attempts to play golf with her. However, this development of the plot is far too absurd for DC Comics Editor Julius Schwartz and he has Keith Giffen and Bob Flemming pull it from the story.

With the police ineffective against Quantis, Ambush Bug tries his hand at trying to stop the creature with minimal success and ends up being swallowed by the cute terror. Inside the creatures stomach, Ambush Bug meets Dr. Bagel and his wife who were eaten by Quantis earlier. They tell Ambush Bug of an antidote back at the lab, and the Bug teleports out of there to get it.

Ambush Bug then gets the antidote, but before he can administer it Giffen and Flemming cut back to Quantis trying to play golf again with Jonni DC much to Schwartz's annoyance. When the story gets back on track, Ambush Bug administers the antidote turning Quantis back into his human form, and he is knocked out by Jonni DC (who was finally hit by that damn golf playing Quantis -- Hey, did you expect this story to make sense or what?) With Quantis defeated, Ambush Bug decides to go get some fast food, and is horrified to find that the person serving him is none other than.... Darkseid!

Ambush Bug decides to take this issue to give the reader his own tour of the DC Comics Universe, taking time to point out some of the more forgettable character of Pre-Crisis DC Universe. He reminds us of Egg Fu's appearances in Wonder Woman, and the forgettable Wonder Tot character. He then begins a detective mystery trying to find out where certain characters in the DC Universe had gone, starting with Binky. He interrogates some of his friends and colleagues and learns that he possibly ran off with a girl from Earth-Two. He later reminds us of Super-Turtle and the very annoying Aquaman back-up character Quisp and informs us of their mysterious disappearances.

We're next shown two actors (Hembeck style) pretending to be readers of Ambush Bug hoping to learn Ambush Bug's secret origin in this issue, however Ambush Bug calls them on their true roles and goes back to the his investigation. He writes an ode to the Super-Pets Krypto and Streaky to the tune of popular songs, and then takes a moment to have a laugh about Super-Monkey and Comet's convoluted storyline. After meeting with the Green Team, Ambush Bug then writers a report about Cheeks and Itty, the Green Lantern's embarrassing and thankfully short lived animal side kick. Ambush Bug next meets with Bat-Mite who complains about the sudden changes in Batman's character from the campy caped crusader to the gritty dark knight with a reaaaalllly long cape. Ambush Bug is surprised that Bat-Mite has shacked up with Star-Mite instead of Batgirl-Mite.

The story is interrupted with an intermission where we are given a science lesson about Superman's powers, a feature called "Ambush Bug Around the World" and a "How to Draw Ambush Bug" with a great teriyaki burger recipe, a "What If" about if the deadline couldn't be met how the story would go if another writer took over (such as Jack Kirby, Ernie Colon, Frank Miller, Steve Ditko, and Gil Kane), and a order form from the Ambush Bug Mart.

Continuing his quest to find missing DC character, he wonders about what happened to Cyrll and Doodles Duck, and learns that the House of Mystery has been put up for sale. After his search is interrupted by the Inferior Five calling Ambush Bug on the fact that they ripped off their concept, the Bug laughs about Ace the Bat-Hound, and makes a comment about Julius Schwartz, and when Schwartz wants a fight scene, Ambush Bug is only happy to comply and give people an instruction on how to draw comics in a grid.

Back to the story, we learn that Mopee an obscure Flash character who claimed to be responsible for the Flash getting his powers is also taking credit for having a hand in every popular DC characters origins. After a visit to Bizarro World where Bizarro Ambush Bug is tormented, Ambush Bug muses about the Glob and finally learns the culprit to all these disappearances: Jonni DC, who's job it is to clean up DC community, however she is incinerated by.... Darkseid!

After a brief introduction into the Ambush Bug family where we meet Ambush Bug's family, which apparently consists of real ambush bugs, we cut a local police precinct in Metropolis. Here the villain known as Scabbard comes back from the dead and reclaims his head, which is being used by a police officer as an ashtray. Scabbard then goes off to get revenge against his foe Thriller. Scabbard instead runs into Ambush Bug, who is out for sushi, and frightening all the customers with his disgusting stories.

With everyone afraid to confront Scabbard, and with the villain hopelessly lost, Ambush Bug decides to take him on, but first reads up on Scabbard by reading a back issue of the comic "Thriller". Dawning a crude fencing costume, Ambush Bug battles Scabbard (with artist assists from Keith Giffen's son) eventually Scabbard realizes that he's in the wrong comic book, stops the fight, apologizes and walks away from a confused Ambush Bug.

Realizing that they have more pages to do for this issue, the Ambush Bug creative team panic to come up with ideas on how to keep readers hooked. The best they can come up with is the "Death of Ambush Bug" however, the Bug refuses to participate in such a pathetic attempt to boost sales. Coming up with a new idea, the plot progresses...

While doing laundry, Ambush Bug notices that one of his socks is missing and thus begins a search to find this and other missing socks. He eventually stumbles upon a conspiracy orchestrated by Argh!yle, an animated sock that apparently came from the same space ship that was bitten by a radioactive space spider and contained Ambush Bug's uniform. The sock's pair being destroyed in a crash, and it gaining sentience from the radiation, the sock soon found itself abandoned and lonely. Hitting rock bottom finding solace in bing drinking until it was savagely attacked by a cat. Surviving and creating an iron mask, the sock, now calling itself Argh!yle, had built a giant bureau in space and began to use advanced technology to reanimate odd socks and recruit them in an army to get revenge against Ambush Bug.

Sending his minions after the Bug, they capture him and bring him aboard the bureau, where they use the device the "Balluptatron" to twist Ambush Bug up into a ball and launch him back to Earth. It doesn't kill him, but boy was it embarrassing. After a brief interruption to see the Ambush Bug family tree and a pin-up of Starfire, Ambush Bug throws a wrap party to celebrate the final issue of his first mini-series. He reveals to the reader that it wasn't Darkseid that was used as a cliffhanger each issue, but an inflatable replica.

REVIEW

Ambush Bug is always an unexpected reading. Full with meta-jokes about comic-books and DC comics. But it doesn’t stop there, it also manages to insert some political “absurd” humor.

It helps a lot to read titles where Giffen and Loren Fleming were involved. Most obviously “Thriller” which I couldn’t finish reading because it was to hard to read. Well, they trash that title over and over in each issue. And the Darkseid insert is a joke about the Great Darkness Saga, and how Darkseid was teased and postponed until the last issue.

It also makes fun about dead sidekicks bringing money to the publishers... and this was before the death of Jason Todd! (the cemetery is named Barnes, after Bucky).

It has hilarious moments, like Cheeks not being able to diffuse a bomb. It’s comedy gold.

Even the letterer has some fun with the captions. It seems like this was a full-team contribution.

I give this story a score of 10

[chemaddictedghoul]

Chapter one: 50 years? More like 210

WORD COUNT: 2313 Summary: Anne takes her last steps in vault 111, and her first steps into her new life. To Concord we go...

A/N: Am I writing a fic all about my FO4 playthrough? And breaking canon a bunch? yep. If you’re not into slightly shitty writing or a very shippy fic, then I’m sorry. If you follow my main, then the characters will be a bit more familiar. Anyways. yeah! Chapter one!

i need a tag for this story sksks

By the time Anne had grabbed up the pipboy and was standing before the vault door, watching it unscrew, she had thrown up several times. The first was when she got out of the cryo-pod. She had just seen her husband murdered, after all. Of course her guts would fail. The second time was when she saw the first giant cockroach. It was just so... disgusting. The sound it made, the way she had to crush it with her hand... It made her retch. The third time was when she saw all the skeletons. Each and every one of them made her gag, but the doctor with the pipboy was what did it. It was probably a mix of the cockroach she had to kill, and the way her hand brushed the bones before she got the pipboy itself. She blew off the dust of the screen, coughing as she accidentially inhaled some. That would probably come back to bite her in the ass, but she didn't know. It took just a couple seconds for the pipboy to boot up, and just a couple more for her to insert the plug into the vault door controls to start opening it. Anne had pressed the button, and ran over to the platform. And that is how she ended up there, and empty stomach and a gun in hand. She watched the large door unscrew with a loud screech, the rusty metals opening up. How... How long had she been in there? It had to be years... Her mind flashed back to the man, and what looked like a robotic arm on him. Maybe she was just too middle class to have seen. But she saw the bombs. No life would exist for years. No way. So safe money was on at least five decades. Fifty years. That seemed logical, right? She didn't have time to keep questioning the time, because the vault door had opened and the elevator and came to a screaming halt at the bottom. Anne slowly crept forward, eyes widening at the elevator. She was going to get out. But she wasn't sure she was ready. What... What would the world be like? Would there be life? Would people have rebuilt? Or would there me nothing left? Would it be hopeless, some desolate wasteland with nothing left? Anne swallowed, and suddenly the gun weighed heavily in her hand. What if she couldn't take what she saw? But she quickly pushed away the thought. No, she had to push through. She had to rescue her baby. She had to rescue Shaun. And besides, she didn't have time to contemplate such drastic measures; she had arrived at the elevator. She took a deep breath and stepped forward. The doors closed behind her, and the elevator started going up. Going up to the new world. To her new life. The elevator couldn't have gone any slower. It just crawled up, groaning at the lack of care and the sudden use. But it did it's job, and made it up. Anne gave a bitter laugh as it almost reached the top. What if it had collapsed? Wouldn't that be some climactic end to her journey? It didn't fall, and soon the vault door began to open. The sunlight instantly filtered through, nearly blinding her. She squinted, holding her hand over her eyes as the doors kept opening. The sun was directly overhead,  lighting up the moving platform. Then, it finally stopped, leaving her to take in the view. Everything was dead. The trees hardly had any leaves on it, and the grass was all yellow. Hardly anything had grown around the vault. Anne gasped, slowly falling to her knees. Right in front of her was her old neighborhood, standing mostly unruined. She choked back a sob, forcing herself up. She couldn't take time to pity herself. Rather than walking down the path she had traveled so many years before, Anne slid directly down. She knew those people would've died, and she couldn't bear the thought to see them. She moved the gun to her other hand, shaking out her wrist as she began to walk. Crossing that old bridge. Walking the dusty path. The neighboorhood loomed before her, the simple blue colors of the building having faded over time. She took each step slowly, taking in the views. The air was dusty, choking her out as she walked. She had to fight for each breath, but she slowly got used to it. By the time she reached her old house, her lungs were used to the unclean air. Which was good for her. Standing--or rather, floating-- before her was Codsworth, her loyal Mister Handy robot. He focused his eyes on her, in his own way of showing shock. "As I live and breathe... It's you..! It's really you!" Codsworth turned his body around, floating towards her. Anne laughed softly. Even if he didn't intend to, Codsworth filled her with some slight happiness. He was a welcome sight, for sure. "Yeah... It's me." Anne set down the gun, and opened up her arms. Less like asking for a hug, and more like showcasing her body. Codsworth seemed as happy as a robot could. "You're still here..." And then it hit her. "Then... Then that means other people could be alive, too!" "Well of course I'm still here! Surely you don't think a little radiation could deter the pride of General Atomics Internation?" Had he been a human, or even an animal, he would be puffing out his chest in pride. It made Anne smile again. "But you seem the worse for wear. Best not let the hubby see you in that state. Where is sir, by the way?" Anne's smile faded away. He was... Gone. He was shot and killed by a man with a scar. Anne clenched her fist for just a second, blinking rapidly. "They... Came into the vault. M-Maybe you saw them? They had guns... And strange outfits?" "Ah, no. Only Ms. Rosa's boy, running around in his Halloween costume, more than a week early. I swear, the nerve of that woman leaving her brat unsupervised..." Codsworth hummed, his tone indignant. "Ah, not like you, mum. You're the perfect mother. And sir is.... Oh, where is sir, by the by?" Anne bit back a sob, shaking her head and blinking again. "He's... He's in a better place." "Mum, these things you're saying, these... these terrible things... I... I believe you need a distraction. Yes! A distraction, to calm this dire mood. It's been ages since we've had a proper family activity. Checkers. Or perhaps charades. Shaun does so love that game. IS the lad... With you?" Codsworth leaned closer, like a curious kid. The memory flashed, just as vividly as when it happened. "It doesn't make sense... I just don't get it... There's no reason somebody would take my baby..." Anne held her head in her hands, trying and failing to block it all out. And to think, she thought she lost everything when the bombs dropped. How wrong could she be? "It's worse than I thought. Hmm hmm. You're suffering from... hunger induced paranoia! Not eating properly for 200 hundred years will do that, I'm afriad." Anne's legs gave out. She fell down to the ground, her arms the only thing keeping her from faceplanting. He... He couldn't be serious, could he? "200 years? W-What? Are you...?" "A bit over 210 actually, mum. Give or take a little for the Earth's rotation and some minor dings to the ole' chronometer." Codsworth lowered himself, letting Anne use him to get herself back up again. Instinctivly, she brushed the dirt off of herself. She then looked back at him. "That means you're two centuries late for dinner! Hah! Perhaps I can whip you up a snack? You must be famished," he continued. Even if Codsworth hadn't been acting strange, Anne could definately not stomach anything right now. Or ever. "Codsworth, you're acting a bit strange... Are you alright?" She asked. The fact that should could somehow managed to get some coherent thought out surprised her. Guess she wasn't as bad as she had thought. "I... I... Oh, mmum, it's been just horrible! Two centuries with no one to talk to, no one to serve. I spent the first ten years trying to keep the floors waxed, but nothing gets nuclear fallout from vinyl wood. Nothing!" He leaned closer to her. "And don't get me started on the futility of dusting a collapsed house. And the car! The car! How do you polish rust?!" "What do you know, Codsworth," Anne asked. Maybe just talking to him like he wasn't having the robot equivilant of a mental breakdown would help him out. Codsworth lowered his eyes. "I'm afraid I don't know anything, mum. The bombs came, and all of you left in such a hurry. I thought for certain you and your family were... dead. I did find this holotape. I believe sir was going to present it to you. As a surprise. But then, well... Everything 'happened'." He extended a claw hand, giving her the holotape. Written on it, in Nate's unmistakable handwriting, was "Hi, honey!" Anne, inserted it into the pipboy, but she didn't play it. Not right now. Not yet. "Thank you, Codsworth. It's something." "Well, enough feeling sorry for myself!" And just like that, his entire mood changed. Anne wished she could do that. It would make her life so much easier. "Well, shall we search the neighborhood ourselves? Maybe sir and young Shaun will turn up!" Anne knew that they wouldn't turn up. She saw Nate killed and Shaun kidnapped. But being with Codsworth would be welcome. It would help her. "Alright, Codsworth. Lead the way." Anne gave him a smile, and touched the cool steel of his body. He turned around, keeping one of his eyes on her as  he started off. "Tally-ho!" Codsworth took the lead, taking her over to one of the uncollapsed houses. He quickly located some giant bug, and burned it alive. Anne snuck past him, and one of those giant cockroaches came running at her. She shot it, shuddering. Codsworth had went down the hallway and had burned up several more bugs. "Just some bugs here... Oh wait, my sensors are detecting movement! Follow me!" He rushed out of the house, towards another house full of bugs. Anne let him take the lead on this one, hanging back outside. Those bugs would be the death of her... But then again, 200 hundred years could do some mutation... 200 hundred years. Her estimate of 50 seemed somewhat off. Codsworth came out much slower, eyes drooping. "Sir and young Shaun are really gone, are they..?" "No. Shaun is out there. He's alive. My baby has to be alive." Anne stepped forward, closer to him. Codsworth straighted up his eyes. "Then might I suggest you head down to Concord? There are some people there, and they only managed to hit my with a few rocks... Perhaps they could help you?" He suggested. If a robot could look hopeful, he was a perfect example. Anne smiled softly. "Thank you, Codsworth... I'm glad you're okay." "Of course I am! Good luck, Miss Anne! I shall hold down the fort while you search for young Shaun!" And Codsworth floated past her with a new energy. He had a purpose now. Anne watched him going, looking down at the gun in her hand. Who knew working for somebody could be your purpose in life? But then again, that is how he was programmed. Anne pushed the thought away, looking towards the bridge out of the neighborhood. She then started walking, crossing the rickety bridge slowly. There was a dead man laying on the ground, a gun a few feet away from him. Anne knelt down beside him, touching his coat. There was hardly any blood, and it felt much sturdier than her vault jumpsuit. She peeled it off the man, putting it on herself. It fit pretty well. Yeah, she was wearing a dead man's clothes, but it could be worse. She rifled through the pockets, feeling quite a bit of ammo in there. She then walked over and picked up the gun. It looked like some type of rifle, but she wasn't sure. Being married to a soldier had it's perks. As a result, Nate constantly taught her little things. One of which was how to use many guns. Anne popped out the mostly empty magazine, discarding it. She felt the belt around it, and slung it around her body with a smile. A real wasteland hero in the making. She then continued walking. A little ways down the road was an old gas station, a Red Rocket. She had to get much closer to it, however, to notice the dog. He ran up to her, sniffing her with that usual dog-like excitement. Anne looked at him, and knelt down. "Hey there, boy... How's it going?" The dog rested his muzzle in her paw, letting her tilt his head up. He then started panting, like he was smiling. Anne laughed. "Well I guess you're coming with me. Come on, buddy." She stood up, groaning quietly. She would have to do a lot of working out, now. At least she would get her dream body. Anne started walking away, and the dog trailed behind her. A little ways down the road, there were a couple huge mosquitos buzzing around. They hadn't noticed Anne or the dog yet,  so just a couple shots from her new rifle took care of them. This was her new life now. Anne looked at the city in front of her, sighing softly. She reached down to give the dog a scratch. They were going to find Shaun. They were going to avenge Nate. To Concord they go.