Webcomics: Little League

As you, denizens of the internet, know there are thousands of available webcomics out on the web today, some of them are regularly updated once a week (such as every Monday like Manly Guys Doing Manly Things and Awkward Zombie), or they are updated twice or thrice weekly. Or their creators have abandoned them to languish with extremely erratic updates before finally being seemingly abandoned all together (like Castle Vidcons). Some of these webcomics are well made, while others are the result of a 12 year old mind with access to a scanner.

So when I joined tumblr a few days ago, I came across this webcomic that used tumblr to publish them.

It was called:

Little League.

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The Reaper Invasion – Unwrapping The Mass Effect 3 Collectors Edition

Mass Effect is one of those games that comes by once in a while where the constructed universe just draws you in, a world where you, the player are showed tangible (and varied) effects on the universe that you are saving. Queue obligatory mass effects on the world joke.

If you have not played Mass Effect, the games essentially put you in the boots of Commander Shepard. There is no given name or appearance, it is up to you what first name you decide to bestow upon the Commander, it is up to you what gender, what facial appearance, and along the course of the game, it is up to the player what choices you will make as the Commander. Some of these choices will have a direct impact of how the rest of the game and games will play out.

I have to admit as of writing I have finished neither Mass Effect 1 or 2.

Heresy.

I know, but I am currently playing through Mass Effect 1, and then restarting my Mass Effect 2 game with the Mass Effect 1 character data transferred over to create a singular story, a Shepard that has experienced both games and a Shepard that has grown  with the games.

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Lets Read Supergods

A couple weeks ago, I picked up Grant Morrison’s Supergods.

Those not familiar with the body of Grant Morrison’s work, in picking up their first Morrison book, are most likely subject to a wild ride of a narrative that investigates the intertwinedness of Morrison’s theory on metafiction and the interactions between hyperdimensions, the relationships between 2D, 3D, and the hypothetical 4D. Whether you like it or not.

Too much to take in?

Yeah, that can be Morrison for you. He introduced himself to Animal Man within the comic, telling the hero that he is the one that played the puppet strings, that he is responsible for the deaths of those around him.

Animal Man: Why?

Morrison: For Drama.

(Note: Yes, I realise this is essentially paraphrased, but the gist is there.)

In The Invisibles he admitted that it was magic he was doing, using literature as a form a magic, to help influence his own life.

But anyway, I was familiar enough with Morrison’s work to know what to expect, I’ve heard him enough times in Podcasts and documentaries that I can bring up his voice in my head without a hitch.

When I heard that Grant Morrison had released a book called Supergods, and in visiting my local geek store, saw that they already had it in stock, I squealed and bought it right away. I admit, there are times where I don’t care for much for Morrison’s work (though I can’t remember off the top of my head, I do remember I stopped reading Animal Man and The Invisibles for some reason), the ideas that he brings to the table are out there, and half his work can be either what do you mean, it wasn’t made on drugs? or this is your premise on drugs.

I’ve still not finished reading the book, but thus far it has actually surprised me and got me thinking.

Supergods, I thought, would be a discussion on exactly what the subtitle suggested: An examination of the human condition… of sorts. I was expecting something along the lines of how reading Superman makes us more human, or how Superman was more human than the rest of us, how Green Lantern was an examination of our own conflicting emotions and how our wants and desires and based on our own will power to create.

In starting to read it, I was pleasantly surprised that he ended up going in a chronological order – starting with the birth of Superman.

(edit: at this point I had taken a holiday and during that time managed to actually finish the book while on the plane)

Birth in that, his creation as a comics entity, his birth as an idea.

Grants view on Superhero world is that WE are the Gods of the second dimension. We are its creators, their Zeus, their Supreme Higher Power. We are its God of Science, who had directed the course of their evolution and metavolution.

We are the puppeteers of the Gods within their world, and like all scripture where a god would descend upon the mortal plane, like Zeus coming down to impregnate mortal women, like the Christian God sending his Son to teach and to lead, one of the many Gods of the second dimension (both named and forgotten) Grant Morrison descended upon the second realm. He had christened this his fictionsuit, allowing him to interact directly with the entities in his book. He would write himself into the story, and allow the characters to voice back at him.

Ever had that feeling where you’re writing a story, intending for it to go one way… but as you write it, it sometimes feels like the characters have something else in mind? Morrison touched upon this, in writing The Invisibles. He mentioned that he intended the story to go one way but he suddenly felt that it was if his creations suddenly exhibited free will and as he wrote, they were rebelling against his decisions and that it didn’t feel right for him to shove them into personalities that weren’t theirs. I recall an old journal entry I did way back when where I mentioned something along the lines of letting the characters write the stories themselves.

I think it takes a certain gift to allow that thing to happen, where your creations start exhibiting their own form of free will.

Thats why we can’t all be Gods.

More Warcraft Stuff and some Personal stuff too

I’m sure not everyone wants to hear about my personal life and/or whatever, so I’ll be putting that at the latter end of this entry.

I went raiding again with Raids without Pants, and I think I really am enjoying raiding… well, with these guys anyway. Especially more so when on Mumble and I can hear majority of the guild chatting along telling stories during downtime. This wasn’t something I could have done when I was with on my old ISP, a stupid little webdongle thing (a USB mobile modem thing) which gave me constant lag and was insanely frustrating when it got all PMSy. I couldn’t even speak on Vent or Mumble due to said lag as it would distort and  constantly cut off my own voice.  Continue reading

The 11th Fantasy and Another World

The summer sale with Steam had gone by and I had ended up basically falling with my female instincts of “Oh god its on sale!“… and went shopping. There hardly was a day that I didn’t get something and now that I have “proper” internet, I can download more than I was able to previously. As we say in the Philippines, “Delikado ito…”

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Talking With Gods and Zombies

Panel  1: A shadowed silhouette of a man, standing against a dark wall. His ghosts weigh on the back of his suit jacket, but he does not let it show. A glint of light frames the sunglasses resting on his Scottish nose.

It seems as if he is waiting for something, yet as the dull roar of noise slows down to something more comprehensible, a voice starts filtering through, heralding his fame, his achievements, his status.

The Rock Star of Comics.

MR. GRANT MORRISON

Panel 2: The scene pans to a ComiCon panel, and GRANT is walking, not confidently, but not meekly either. He walks as he is muddling through the surprise of it all, and is slowly accepting that this is reality for him. The reality where he made magic happen.

In front of him is a legion of fans, all cheering at his arrival on stage.

The scene is still set in greyscale, all black, white, and grey.

Panel 3: We are behind GRANT, looking into the crowd. In attempts to thank everyone for everything, GRANT lets out a gem of a statement in his distinct Scottish brogue:  “I’ll try to show my thanks in form of interpretive dance.”

Panel 4: We see him dancing awkwardly, but his demeanour shows no self-consciousness.

A TOTAL FREE SPIRIT.

IN A SUIT.

I went and watched Talking With Gods last Friday at ACMI, and a friend of mine asked me to write a review on… so you can read the rest of it here. Continue reading