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Post by HoM on Nov 29, 2007 9:17:09 GMT -5
Will I? WILL I?!
Maybe...
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Post by David on Nov 29, 2007 14:28:02 GMT -5
Well, seeing as you've already read the issue... |
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Post by HoM on Nov 30, 2007 10:58:17 GMT -5
And I'm still collecting the bits of my brain that were blown by the final scene...
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Post by HoM on Dec 19, 2007 10:44:01 GMT -5
Justice League of America: The Presence, a completed foray into the world of Elseworlds on my part, and one I'm quite proud of. Please check it out, rate the issue, and give me feedback. I know I've been semi-regular with Green Lantern (the finale of my run has been handed in to the editor!), but this is the start of my "return" to the DC2, as in, books will be monthly, and I will be throwing big, awesome events at you like a lunatic, and I hope you enjoy what I have to offer the site once more! Check out here in January for a preview of my premiere on Wonder Woman! Hope y'all are all well!
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Post by Mischief on Dec 19, 2007 14:21:40 GMT -5
Where are the interior artwork that was mentioned in the New Releases for this week???
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Post by HoM on Dec 19, 2007 17:06:58 GMT -5
Loathe as I am to state the bloody obvious, but it isn't there  |
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Post by Mischief on Dec 20, 2007 8:26:44 GMT -5
Well I was wondering if someone forgot to post them or something??? And I'm not blind Charlie...but I was wondering if you were getting absent minded.  |
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Post by darthsylly on Dec 20, 2007 9:53:40 GMT -5
I too feel cheated. It just isn't acceptable. Humbug.
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Post by HoM on Dec 20, 2007 10:34:01 GMT -5
Well, I had Syl's piece but not Doc's or Roy's, so it didn't feel right posting 1/3 pieces.
But I'll see if I can find Syl's and post it up now.
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Post by lissilambe on Dec 22, 2007 16:06:53 GMT -5
This month, over on the DC3...
Mightiest Mortals #3!
“Phantom scientist! Madman!” Screamed Sivana as Beautia’s electronic ‘eyes’ watched the scrawny bald genius hurl a screwdriver across the lab. “Bogeyman! I’m Thaddeus Bodog Sivana! I’m the World’s Wickedest Scientist! I made the underworld of this city happen! I will not be ridiculed by some radio clown!”
”Of course not, Father,” Beautia’s electronic voice replied. “I would expect no less.”
“And I will not let this city ignore my genius any longer!” he continued to rant as he tore through piles of incomplete machines.
“No, of course not, Father,” Beautia continued to soothe her maker. “It should not ignore you at all.”
“And that Big Red Cheese,” Sivana’s voice dropped off into a malevolent register. “He must die for trying to make me wrong!” He snatched out what he sought and looked it over. It appeared for all the world like a television remote. “Hee-hee!”
“What is it, Father?” Beautia asked. Her internal processors started a diagnostics check of her systems to try and understand the chill she was certain had just run through her electronic veins.
“Ah, Beautia,” he muttered softly now. He unrolled a blueprint and set to work on the device. “My insurance policy against various employers, or my retirement gift to myself, whichever I was going to need first. But I need it now, to prove myself against this damnable city and its arrogant champions.”
“What does it do, Father?”
“I have used a computer worm of my own design to seed the city over the years,” Sivana calmly explained. “To work into the blueprints and designs over the years and add things to the new structures, things I would need. The people of Fawcett have no clue that beneath their witless lives, the city slumbers. And this,” he held up the device to Beautia’s scanners, “this is the alarm clock!” He chuckled and returned to his work. “With this, the city itself will rise up and crush Captain Marvel!”
“Very good, Father,” The computer replied with what might have seemed like a sigh.
Come on and check us out!
Take care
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Post by arcalian on Jan 15, 2008 0:52:16 GMT -5
Coming Soon.....
Shifting Loyalties
A Suicide Squad/Teen Titans Crossover
A Squad member will face a turning point.....a Titan will be haunted by their past....and an agent of Checkmate will find themselves in a no-win scenario.
February
Part One: Suicide Squad # 20
Part Two: Teen Titans # 27
March
Part Three: Suicide Squad # 21
Part Four: Teen Titans # 28
Join us and watch Squad and Titans alike undergo dynamic shifts.
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Post by dragonbat on Jan 15, 2008 8:02:58 GMT -5
Penultimate chapter of Lost to the Night went up last week. Finale airs in February!
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Post by Merai on Jan 15, 2008 12:24:27 GMT -5
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Post by RocketeerZ on Jan 16, 2008 8:24:01 GMT -5
This week in BOOSTER GOLD:  The reveal of Supernova is finally here! Any silver age DC fans should get a big charge out of who he is. Plus a new, yet familar character is introduced to the DC2 Universe! Also in this issue the ground work is being laid out for a HUGE DC2 Event that will rock the DC2 Universe in the up coming months. The seeds have been planted in ACTION COMICS and FLASH and they're starting to grow in BOOSTER GOLD. Get on board for what will be a hell of a ride!  All this and a great cover by Syl at the great discount price of nothing. How can you go wrong? As an aside, I have a little Booster Gold/Time Travel Movie Trivia Contest to offer! Keeping in line with the last three issues, the overall last line is a quote from a time travel movie. However, in this issue there are THREE time travel movie quotes (two in the 2nd to last scene between Booster discovering someone trapped and the big bang that soon follows and the third being the last overall line of the issue). Anyone who can identify two of the three quotes and what movies they came from gets written into the next issue! Yeah, I know it's not a big prize... but hey.. it's something, right? |
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Post by starlord on Jan 19, 2008 1:59:12 GMT -5
 Coming This Saturday!!!! Why Saturday? Because we're ELSEWORLDS and we do things our[/b] way! And because the Editor of this title is a moron who forgot to post it earlier in the week.  |
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Post by lissilambe on Jan 30, 2008 14:49:46 GMT -5
For all you Bat-fans out there in the DC2 who might not have made it over to your multiverse siblings, come and check out the what's brewing, and what you just might be missing! Then let the writers know what you think!  Ultimate Batman and Robin #1
"History Repeats"Where is he? Selina Kyle thought as she made her through the crowd and to the main table, looking over the heads of those present for his familiar face. “Typical,” she muttered under her breath as she took her seat, “What excuse will you come up with this time, Bruce?” “I would like to thank you all for coming,” Oswald Cobblepot said as he stood in front of the guests gathered at his nightclub, the Iceberg Lounge. He was a short, rotund man, with a hook nose, his rich, articulate voice a stark contrast to his appearance. “It is a great pleasure to see you all here as we celebrate the start of what will hopefully be only the first of many initiatives to restore this once-great city!” The crowd clapped for a moment before Cobblepot continued his speech. “I would also like to thank Councilwoman Selina Kyle, who’s played such a large part in the East End initiative. Let’s all give her a big round of applause.” The crowd clapped again, turning to look at where Selina stood from her seat, smiling at their applause. Oswald once more continued his speech as the noise died down. Commissioner Jim Gordon, member of the Gotham City Police Department, stood near the back of the room. Present as a guest, he was dressed in one of his best suits, his graying hair and mustache neat and trim. As he listened to Cobblepot’s speech, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. Slipping just outside of the room, he answered. The conversation was short, the fact that it was bad news obvious by his expression. “I’ll be right there,” he said, hanging up as he placed the phone back into his jacket pocket. The time for celebration was over; he was back on the clock. * * * Dick had already called the police, and Alfred was attempting to comfort the young woman as Bruce came back into the alley, holding his arm. “Master Bruce,” Alfred said looking up at the other man. “It’s nothing, Alfred,” Bruce replied darkly. “Worry about the girl.” He grumbled as he walked towards Dick. “He got away from me.” The two walked away from Alfred, and the woman as they continued their conversation. “Are you sure you’re okay,” Dick asked, concerned. “It’s nothing,” Bruce shot back. “He got in a lucky shot, and it just nicked me.” “You shouldn’t have gone after him. What were you thinking?” “I was thinking that I wasn’t going to let him get away!” Bruce growled in response. “And maybe if you had gone with me instead of stopping to check on the girl we might have…” He stopped in mid-sentence, cut-off by the look on Dick’s face. “I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I just…” “I know,” Dick nodded as the two of them heard sirens in the distance. www.dc3.proboards101.com/index.cgi?board=bandr&action=display&thread=1199421580 Ultimate Gotham Girls #1
“Girls (K)night Out”“There it is.” Harley skidded to a stop after Ivy on the dark city streets. The marble monolith was fairly well-lit on the outside, although all of the tall windows were dark. The huge stone pillars and steps in front gave it the look of a temple in the middle of the more modernized buildings surrounding it. “Gotham City Museum of Art,” Harley read off of a plaque on the closest pillar. “What’re we doin’ here?” “You wanted something flashy, didn’t you?” Rummaging quickly in a hidden pocket on her green dress, Ivy pulled out a museum flyer and passed it to Harley. “I did rather have my eye on this.” “Ooh, shiny!” “You bet it is.” Ivy took the pamphlet back to look at for herself. The glossy paper was creased several times from being folded and unfolded over and over again. It advertised a new exhibit, one that had only come to town the previous night. Ivy’s red lips curled into a smile at the picture of the featured piece of artwork—an exquisite golden sculpture of a bouquet of flowers, in various sizes and shapes, studded all over with gems of different colors. “Bella LaFleur’s new exhibit,” she explained. “Most of it sucks, but that sculpture would make a pretty addition to my little lair.” “You got a lair?” “I’m kidding,” Ivy chuckled at Harley’s enthusiasm. “It’s just a house like anyone else’s. Mine just happens to be on an old toxic waste dump.” She looked over at the other girl, resisting another laugh at her expression. “Keeps away the Jehovah’s Witnesses, I’ll tell you that much. They drop like flies before they hit the front door. There’s a lot of residual poison in the air,” she added with the trace of a smile. “So how come you can—“ “Look, this isn’t the time,” said Ivy, and Harley shut her mouth mid-word. “I want the artwork, and you don’t mind being expendable. So let’s get on it.” “Right!” * * * Renee Montoya hadn’t always liked this part of the job the best. Stake-outs: hours on end crouched in one position, pressing a pair of binoculars up against her face until they left a mark, some nights sweating a storm, some soaked with rain, some freezing into her crouch. Of course, that was before she’d taken up her new job. Now, she had to judge the mind-numbing boredom of a stake-out with the terror of trying to swing from rooftop to rooftop, with only a bat-shaped bit of metal and a string. Renee wasn’t sure which part she liked the least. Nevertheless, she did her job. It just so happened that her two least-favorite activities usually came one after the other. As soon as Poison Ivy and her new little companion stopped talking and started walking, it was up to her to make sure they weren’t up to any trouble. Under the black, pointy-eared cowl, Renee’s eyes glittered. Her mouth curled into a smile. Knowing Ivy, and knowing what little she had figured out about the strange-dressed girl in front of the gate, there would be plenty of trouble quite soon. And it would be up to the brand-new Batgirl to stop it. www.dc3.proboards101.com/index.cgi?board=joker&action=display&thread=1201238517So come and join in on the fun, along with the Mightiest Mortals, the All-Star JSA, the Speed Force, and other hidden gems such as Maximum: Batman and the World's Finest! And even more...Earth 4 is coming! Take care Don |
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Post by dragonbat on Jan 31, 2008 2:15:10 GMT -5
I've joined a "challenge" community on livejournal. Basically, I have a table of 50 prompts. I need to come up with a fic for each. I'm practicing vignettes and short scenes. They're all Bat-Family/BoP related. If anyone wants to check them out, I'm posting them on a bunch of sites. Here's one... forums.comicbookresources.com/showthread.php?t=206044 |
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Post by Merai on Feb 7, 2008 16:25:03 GMT -5
 THE LAUNCH OF THE MARVEL2! Including a book by yours truly. C'mon over and read some REAL super-hero adventures. Preferably those written by me, there's that Brian/Starlord guy too, I hear he's not bad  And with gorgeous art like that, how can you resist? |
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Post by HoM on Feb 13, 2008 12:48:44 GMT -5
DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME?! I interupt this thread to present a[n unedited] preview of my new monthly book!! The Acheron: The river wasn’t real. Not anymore. More of a notion, more of a concept, than a winding waterway. But those who knew of it’s existence, of ghosts and demons, Gods and Demi-Gods, they could find it. The dead were drawn there. The Gods could pass into Tartarus, if they paid the ferryman a fare. The Acheron took a turn, between death and living, and lead down, down, down, toward the dead realms. Down the Styx. Down to Tartarus. Down to Hell. Ares stood atop the rickety old boat, and removed his helmet. He was wearing his full armour, and had just returned from igniting a civil war somewhere in the world. That was how he spent his spare time. Inspiring hate. War. Anger. And when the war was over, ever since he took his place atop the throne of his uncle Hades’ domain, he could torment their souls for eternity. War through to death. Death to eternity. “Lord King Ares,” creaked the man who guided the rickety old boat down the Acheron, toward Tartarus. “You as any other must pay your way.” “Aye, Charon, an obolus for your troubles, as always.” Ares placed a hand in a pouch around his waist, and searched inside. “Hmm.” He arched a perfect blonde eyebrow. He placed the pouch back on his belt, and then closed his eyes, his hand outstretched. He opened them and looked at his palm. “Hmm.” “Lord King?” Charon’s wide eyes began to grow wider. He brought the boat to a stop midway across the river, between Earth and Tartarus. “Do you not have your fare?” “Hmm,” repeated Ares, as he stroked his chin. He placed his hand on Charon’s face before he could contest or argue, and a burst of purple energy was unleashed. The ferryman collapsed to the boat, his head an empty void, and black blood oozing into the wounds. “Curious.” “You do not have your fare, Lord King Ares.” The headless ferryman rose from his bloody spot, and his head began to reform, brain to bone to blood to muscle, rebuilding as he spoke. His eyes, bulging and staring, were the last to form. “You may not pass into Tartarus.” Ares looked at Charon, and did not let his agitation become apparent. He was a God. A single obolus was always in his pouch to pay his way into his own Kingdom. That was procedure. Ritual. How could he not have that single coin in his pouch? “Take me back, phantom.” Charon glowered. “You do not have the right to give me orders, Ares.” The river began to dissolve away, as did the boat. “And you have been impolite to me. Though I am sure my new Lord King will be much more obliging when it comes to viewing my duties.” “What are you doing, little ghost?” Ares grabbed for Charon, but his hands slipped through the ferryman like he was made of mist. All around him began to fade into white, until he was standing in nothing, surrounded by nothing, and looked around. “Hmm. This could be a problem.” Wonder Woman #22! Coming soon! Written by Charles HoM! Covers by Ramon Villalobos! Edited by Masoud House! For your viewing pleasure, next month![/i] |
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Post by David on Feb 13, 2008 21:38:35 GMT -5
Can't wait to read it! |
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Post by starlord on Feb 16, 2008 2:57:30 GMT -5
COMING IN THE FIRST WEEK OF MARCH! THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THIS EXCELLENT ELSEWORLDS TALE! YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS IT!  |
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Post by lissilambe on Feb 19, 2008 23:59:43 GMT -5
This month, on the Danger Trail...
The basement smelled of musty old wood, water-stained brick and something else. It was an odd odor, a tang that taunted his nose and made him unconsciously wipe at it before trying to adjust his vision to look around. Flashlight. Gotta bring a flashlight in the future, he thought, annoyed at his lack of planning. He reached out with his arms and slowly stepped forward, finding the edge of the table. He reached the end of the table and then there was something smooth. It was rounded. And it was tall. He frowned and tried to figure out what he was feeling. He knelt and ran his hands down, and started to imagine a cylindrical shape. He pulled off one glove and pressed his fingers to the surface again, hearing a familiar squeak of flesh on glass. Then his fingers found the glass riveted into some kind of metal base.
That was when his world went from pitch black to brilliantly lit, which still left him blind. He heard a cry of “Who’re you?” from somewhere behind him, and he swiftly rose to his feet and spun in the direction of the voice, slowly seeing stairs come into view, two large men headed down those stairs and toward him.
“Blue Coal delivery rep?” Midnight offered, but the growls of the two over-sized thugs clearly proved they weren’t buying the story, never mind any coal. “Right, well okay then, guess we do this the hard way.”
He stepped forward, ducking under a big swing from one of the thugs and crashing into the other, tackling him into the cellar wall. A thud from the back of the man’s head was followed by a glass stare, as Midnight sidestepped a second punch from the first thug.
“Thanks for the help, buddy,” Midnight said when he watched the second thug’s nose break, before he launched his own flurry of blows. It wasn’t long before he was finished with the first thug as well and smiling ear to ear now. “Oh I’ve missed that! Nice simple thuggery, protecting a nice...simple...opium ring...” Midnight’s voice started to falter and trail away as his eyes settled on the strange object he was feeling earlier.
The tall glass cylinder was bolted into the floor and into the ceiling, and filled with a strange bubbling liquid. Suspended by copper wires from the top of the cylinder, floating in the clear-but-slightly-bluish liquid, were an assortment of body parts. A couple of arms, three or four legs, a mismatched pair of eyes staring back at the vigilante, and several organs. With each item that registered in Midnight’s brain, his smile dimmed and the excitement faded. Instead his heart beat faster as he saw the bizarre collection.
“Aw damn it! That’s just not right!”
All this and more, this week in
The Danger Trail #6: The Man in Stitches Affair!
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Post by HoM on Feb 20, 2008 16:42:32 GMT -5
Coming May 7th... He reapplied his face, just as he had to do every morning since his accident, going on nearly ten years ago now. He cringed as he applied the fake flesh. It wasn’t ten years. It was less than that, but the repetition made it feel like he had been doing this since he was born. He rebuilt bone structure with make up, built up layers of muscle and flesh with paste, and then applied the final touch, the final face. (Whispers fill his head. It’s all he hears, in the silence. He’s never able to sleep at night with the whispering going on, nattering and clawing at his ears. Listen to me, listen to me, not shutting up for one minute. White noise blares, the voices intermingle, and he goes on. On and on, his head a mess of wires and insulation, growing and pulsating, on and on.)He looked at the mirror, his eyes bloodshot and read. His pupils were pin-pricks. His fists clenched. Blood raced through his extremities. He looked fake. He looked like a lie. He stood up awkwardly, his head buzzing with a numb feeling, stumbled back, grabbed his chair and flung it at the mirror, shards of glass and wood flying every which way. He screamed. He screamed and he screamed, till his throat was hoarse and red inside. The Question #8 |
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Post by Romans Empire on Feb 21, 2008 12:32:24 GMT -5
The new issue of Suicide Squad will post later tonight. I lost track of time and basically dropped the ball here on my end.  So I apologize to Jay and everyone else who was looking for it. Check back later for the first part of the Squad/ Titans crossover. It will be worth it! ;D |
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Post by lissilambe on Feb 24, 2008 17:57:16 GMT -5
This is a splash page for the current Mightiest Mortals, but I didn't put it up for over a week, so to make sure this great work isn't missed, I'm posting it here as well. If you'd like context for the shot, mosey on over to Mightiest Mortals #5! Take care Don |
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Post by RocketeerZ on Feb 25, 2008 14:55:54 GMT -5
This week in BOOSTER GOLD:  THIS IS IT! The start of the next HUGE EVENT of the DC2!!! You've seen the threads of it start over in ACTION COMICS and FLASH. It's moved along in the pages of BOOSTER GOLD... now we're HERE! DO NOT MISS THE ISSUE AS IT KICKS OFF THE COUNTDOWN TO ZERO HOUR! |
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Post by RocketeerZ on Feb 25, 2008 14:59:30 GMT -5
Booster Gold Issue #6: “Ripping The Future, Part Two: Crawling From the Wreckage” Written by: Patrick J. Nestor, Jr. Cover by: Sylvain Swimer Flats by: Michael Edwards Edited by: Mark Bowers  NB: This issue ships with an exclusive 1 in 10 'Rip Hunter Found?' cover. Please see your retailer for jacked-up prices. |
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Post by batkid on Feb 25, 2008 22:21:49 GMT -5
Nightwing #24: Bitter Blend Writers: Batkid and Ramon Villalobos Art: Ramon Villalobos Editor: Ellen Fleischer No. Dick wasn’t okay. He had the same symptoms that thousands of other people had around the world. …Before they landed six feet under. Hope I can hold this down, Dick thought as he took the tablets. “Now we wait,” Dick said, sinking slowly to the floor. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cabinet. If he was right, the charcoal tablets should at least help. Coming out this week, yeah! Sweet sounding, ain't it? |
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Post by The Shadow on Feb 29, 2008 9:09:47 GMT -5
THIS IS IT! The start of the next HUGE EVENT of the DC2!!! You've seen the threads of it start over in ACTION COMICS and FLASH. It's moved along in the pages of BOOSTER GOLD... now we're HERE! DO NOT MISS THE ISSUE AS IT KICKS OFF THE COUNTDOWN TO ZERO HOUR! Ok, well WHAT issue of Action Comics and Flash are connected? And when do we find more out about 'Countdown to Zero Hour'? |
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