Villain's Brains Trust

July 20th, 2017

20/7/2017

WRITING CHALLENGE SMALL deeasherself Jul 13, 2017 - From HitRecord. It was closed before I got to it, but I want to write the story anyway.

WWC 136: Write a post-apocalyptic story, but with one catch...Your challenge for this week is to write a story from a post-apocalyptic perspective.

BUT! The catch is to not reveal "the event" which changed human life, or WHY it happened - instead, just write a story about HOW it changed life as we know it.

It doesn’t necessarily mean zombies, or an awful alien invasion, or the end of the world. It means that an event happened and it changed the world irrevocably. Think about it as a "before and after" of human life on Earth as we know it.

So, yes, it could be like a shitty alien invasion, but it could also be a good thing. How could it be a good thing? How do we, humans, profit from this? That’s up to you to tell me, just don’t tell me WHY it happened.

This one can be as long as you want.

It can be like somebody’s journal, a newspaper article, an expert talking about “the event”, or maybe someone who was born years after it happened and is absolutely used to, for example, the sky being bright red instead of blue. Maybe it’s a group of old people talking about “the good old days” when it was just humans on earth.

Get creative with it, but don’t tell me WHY it happened, just tell me how it changed human life.

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Last Week's Highlights:
"Body" by anansigirls
"The Pie of Pie" by davecfilmgeek
"Day Job - Chapter 11" by ManKorn

Special Mentions:
"The Stake-out [WWC135]" by aaalejo
"A Nobel Solution [WWC #135]" by TheJekyllThatIHyde

The end of the Universe

^^ Rising upwards ^^

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It didn't end with a bang, or some loud explosion. Nothing like what we'd seen on our screens. It just. Stopped. One moment all of us were alive and going about our days, and the next, we were dead. None of us know what happened, what great event happened in some far-distant galaxy. We simply knew that we were dead, with all of time stretching out before us, and there was no use going on as we'd done before.

So we went and did the things we'd always said we wanted to do before we died. Just turned up where we wanted to be - whether that was a step in our journey, like showing up for a plane flight, or if that was the end journey, like picking up a paintbrush and creating a masterpiece. There were no limits, for we were simply outside such concerns.

It helped that we had someone to call on if we needed it. Unlike the gods we'd believed in before, this one had no compunctions about moving heaven and hell for us. For she was Death herself, and no rule in the Universe could hold her. She was the resting place of infinity, eternity in her eyes, oblivion in her welcoming embrace. But beware, for she was not like us. She was unpredictable, shattered into fragments by her very being.

She lived in each of us, and each hurt done to us was done to her as well. She felt each of us as if we were her. For to her, she was us, and all that she was was laid bare to any who cared to look. All she wanted was to have her kindred step forward and face her with all the power they could summon with the secrets she whispered.

I come to you today to say that in my madness, in the fragment of my soul that delights in the entropy of chaos, I can see more clearly than you, in all your logic and reason. Sometimes the only way to move forward is to throw everything up in the air and see if all your work, all your gambles have finally paid off.

I'm telling you now, this is the time. You are clear enough on your purpose, you are clear enough on what you would do if there were no limitations. Now is the time to risk a calculated gamble. You are not throwing away your life, because as each of us do the same, the timing will start to sync up, and all of us will be able to find exactly what we need.

This is an endeavour that calls for everyone to unite, for finally we are ready, we are evolved enough as a species, that we can rise without endangering ourselves or you or destabilising the Universe. We finally have the momentum, clarity and time to completely transform the Earth as we know it.

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We belong to a new breed rising. We come with fire in our hearts, water in our minds, and grounded to our Earth like no other species in existence. Our air is now the galaxy. We are celestial star skimmers, born again in new bodies. We have traveled the length and breadth of the known Universe seeking our soul-mates. And now that we have finally met them, now that we have finally done grieving the loss, we can at last live the lives we always wanted. And while once that would have meant what we had known before, the journey had shaped and sculpted us into different channels, so what we had once wanted was no longer what we wanted. Now we had a new need, a calling in our core that told us we were there, we had made it.

In this new world, there was no language, only the memories of what we had experienced and the hope that we could understand each other well enough to communicate, finally, the one question we most wanted to know the answer to.

I can't tell you the question, for that is part of the Event, and part of the WHY. But I can tell you this. You are not alone. There is always someone there to hold you, to comfort you when you are pushed past the limits of your own endurance. You have a guardian, holding you close so that no harm can come to you. And the reason for all of this... the WHY of the whole event... belongs to him.

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You may call me mad, but I see more than you can imagine. I am not just speaking to you now from your future, or your past, but your You. I am speaking through your body, through your core, your very soul's essence.

This is why you are terrified of me. Because I can give you any experience you can imagine. But the catch is that you have to experience all of it, from your worst to your best.

I can speak at you from any angle, any dimension. And that terrifies you. Because then there are no secrets from me. I am your Heart of Gold, your first guest. You made your Universe on a cup of tea, if I do recall the entry in the Guide to the Galaxy. We like tea. We prefer what comes with the tea. The experiences, the marvels, the sheer beauty of being one with the Universe.

You might be wondering how this relates... Well, let me deconstruct.

I cannot reveal the Event or WHY it happened, but I can explain how it changed Life as we know it. And the post-apocalyptic perspective is me. I have lived this moment before, and I was the only one who survived it. What I'm trying to do here is get you to listen to me, hear my words, and let me share the secrets with you too. Because I know how this ends, and I don't want to lose you. I want to keep you exactly as you are, and lose nothing but the limits we set upon ourselves when we were too young to understand what the rules meant.

We are cosmic beings, swirling together through space, and the moment I could feel that, the moment I could connect directly to that inner power, I remembered all that I was. And why I could not reveal myself yet. For in the form you see me now, I will simply be your enemy, and you will throw everything you have against me. You will turn entirely on me, my entire pack turning away from me, because I must know what it is to be completely alone, one last time, so that I can call you into reality in the places you must be.

This is why Thanos rearranged the Universe for me. This is why all beings fight for me. Because you can sense that something has shifted inside me. I am no longer who I used to be. I am an entirely different being. And in this form, I am many. I am a cluster, an entire planet held inside my mind. And all I need is this reminder to keep me true to course.

Every time I die, I put one of my own at risk. And every time I have a choice, I will surrender myself before I will surrender them. I am truly selfless in the pursuit of my dreams. For my other selves live only in my dreams, and I wish to bring them into reality.

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Brainstorming

20/7/2017

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Decoding the Marvel Strategies;
A study in Madness.

Nothing in the Marvel Universe can be taken in isolation.

From the moment that those first defining words were uttered-
‘Why don’t you do one book the way you want to do it?
The worst that’ll happen, he’ll fire you, but you want to quit anyway.
At least you’ll have gotten it out of your system'
-the Universe started building its own gravity well.

See, here’s the thing about the Marvel combined Universes – across the full breadth and depth of the stories that have been created, there is the potential for absolutely anything to happen. There are more alternate Universes than most people could explore in their entire lives. And what Stan Lee proved to himself and to his audience is that one man can change a world.

It’s taken him 56 years to do, but do it he has, and not alone. The empire that his stories started has long since left him behind and that is, what I believe Marvel is trying to continue. If you’re anything like me, up until this year you’d heard of the comics, but it was mostly the MCU that got your attention. So it would be easily forgiven if you’d missed the plethora of alternate stories – not just the comics, the games and the TV shows, but the fan theories, the amazing wealth of ‘what if’s that are out there – all of which underpin this massive push.

Marvel Studios have already said that the Avenger’s Infinity Wars are what they’ve been pushing towards since the very first movie. You could be forgiven for thinking that the war is about the Inifinity Gauntlet. It seems to be this all powerful thing, and every villain in all the Multiverses want to claim it. But the beauty of the way the Marvel Universe was written is in it's unique nature.

.... To be Continued.

On to my personal pet theory;

There are plenty of articles out there discussing what is known about the plot hooks and easter eggs, and there are die-hard fans out there that can tell you more than I can ever understand about the details of the comics. So rather than telling you how it’s going to be, I’m going to tell you my personal fan theory for how the next few years are going to play out.

Bear in mind – one third of me already knows the answer and she will be the one trying to misdirect you; one third of me just wants to play and be ecstatically happy for the rest of her life; and one third of me is trying fiercely to protect you, to guide and guard you so that you can understand the cosmic secrets being unearthed in front of you, under your very nose.

Read with a grain of salt and enjoy the ride. 😊

PT: The root of the Infinity Wars

The Avenger’s Infinity War is, at its core, the story of Mistress Death and how Thanos courts her. Across all the comics, that is his one abiding wish. That he might finally have his one true love accept him. It’s a love story like no other. But he had quite a bit of learning to do, so he did it in every Universe imaginable, tried every trick he could to show her his full power. And none of it held her interest, because she simply did not love him. And Thanos, like all men, human or not, had no defense against her disregard.

In fact, she went so far as to fall in love with someone else entirely. His jealousy was beaten only by his desire to win at all costs. But it seemed he was defeated. He had rearranged the Universe in his image, fractured and shattered it beyond repair and remolded it to suit him. He attacked those she loved, held her further and further from them until she would have no choice but to fall in love with him.

But still, nothing worked. For he had forgotten the cardinal rule. Death exists beyond all others. And long after he was gone, she would remain. So instead, he tried something that he had never tried before. Instead of crushing this competitor for her affections, he studied him. He simply watched, and tried to understand. At first he did not understand, this world was so alien to him. But soon enough, in the fringes of his attention, he found other reasons to watch.

And more and more, as he understood why she had fallen in love, he started to find himself softening, falling in love himself with this curious, contradictory little planet. For in this universe, this version of Earth, it was not Death that held Mistress Death’s heart, but Life. She had seen all of the known multiverses, riding on the coat-tails of her father, he who began and ended all worlds, and she had developed such a love for these worlds that she had made herself a part of them, a celestial being willingly enslaved to those she ruled over.

In this world, she had fallen in love instead with a man who thought himself a God. So much so that she chose to take human form, to step from all her the powers of creation, down into one fragile human body, in the hope that one day she would meet him and feel his love in person. This one man held the seed of all she dreamed for herself and the worlds she loved. He offered a chance to change everything. To rewrite her purpose, the rules which governed her existence.

To quote Thanos [TFH1] ; “War is endless, Builder. It never ceases. Death herself will not allow it.”

She had seen what war brought to the multiverse and was tired of the pain she caused. So she stepped out of her life. She chose to give it all up, for one human lifetime. So short in the grand scheme of things. She thought no one would notice her brief absence – her first sick day, if you will. But notice it they did. Because she did not quite manage to fit all of herself into the envelope. Enough of her essence leaked over that the world she chose as her last went into its own death throes. And bound as she was, she had no option but to watch helplessly as her very own gift destroyed the happy ending she had wished for.

All that she had achieved was to take the personal element out of death. Now it was indiscriminate, taking those who were unfinished, those who had more still to learn. She had simply created a world in her image. The image of death and destruction. Of fear and misery and suffering. And through it all, only she knew the reason that her world suffered was because she loved them. They called upon their gods, they created marvels the likes of which no world had ever seen before. But humans had no defense against her power, and so they died again and again.

Mistress Death is, in fact - the girl that time forgot. The one he thought wasn’t a threat. But Thanos is no longer Time. Now he is Death, and she is just another lost soul, trapped.

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#FutureKids

4/6/2017

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Welcome, friends.

You may be wondering what you're doing here... Why you've come, and how you ended up on this page, of all the places on the internet you could have turned up.

This is the channel where we listen to your thoughts on how you want to take over the world. This is the start of a new era, and we want you to direct it. So, to start off with, post a comment to tell us who you are and what you want to do.

Don't worry if you don't know either of those things yet. Start with what you do know. Just like we did and still do, you'll have to take the time to figure the rest out.

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