Short Drop, Sudden Stop by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
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Short Drop, Sudden Stop
The sirens didn't bother him. They had been there for hours, fading in and out as police cars, ambulances, and fire engines came and went. He had gotten used to their wailing, and truth be told, had even started to like it a little bit.
He heard a click and a distorted whine and realized that someone had the megaphone on again. They would try to talk to him again. Try to tell him to come out with his hands up, or to get on his knees and wait for SWAT. No thanks.
Rolling up the sleeve of his long coat, he took long strides towards one of the room's windows, taking care not to step too heavily on the spiraling designs he had carved into the
300 Years Of The Demon: Part 1 by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
300 Years Of The Demon: Part 1
My name is Takeshi Nimishura, and for three hundred years crime has known my face. I am the Farseeing Demon.
The odds say that you do not know the heel of oppression, or the sting of slavery. You have not suffered under the rule of a madman, nor been forced to bow before one.
There lived a man who would have changed that. There lived a man who would have beaten your world into submission and twisted it into his image. The only reason that he did not was because the Demon was there to stop him.
It began in 1962. I woke up in my home in Tokyo; my wife was away. Every window was shut, every door locked from the outside. I had only begun
Unstoppable Part 8 by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
Unstoppable Part 8
Deputy Mayor Nicholas O'Malley carefully shut the door behind him and stepped into the hallway, cramped as it was with bustling police bodyguards, special advisors, and eager reporters who must have possessed some form of teleportation to get there so quickly.
"Mayor Nikkels is not giving any statements at the moment," O'Malley said, standing steadfast in front of the door as a few microphones poked out of the crowd like feelers. "And he does not intend to do so until he has had ample time to consider all possibilities."
The microphones lingered for a moment, waggled in some half-hearted desperation, and then slithered back into the cro
Your Time Is Up by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
Your Time Is Up
"What are you looking at, you little puke?"
Sergei had a thousand good answers for the man standing in front of him and no words with which to say them. He looked downward, felt the grotesquely warm blood covering his fatigues before he saw it, was greeted by empty faces freshly cut down as his eyes reached the floor.
"You have something to say?"
Sergei's mind raced backwards, trying to make sense of what had happened. He and his unit had stormed Black Edgar's safe house, expecting him to be alone. Edgar had two friends with him, one armed, one hiding. The first went down instantly, but it was the second who had charged, wounding Serge
Take Notice: Part 2 of Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
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Take Notice: Part 2 of Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man
I can feel their eyes crawling over me as my name is called and I step up in front of the board. I take a quick glance at my notes to make sure everything is in order. It is. Gotham's finest inspect me with sullen eyes, wondering when I'll let them go to collect their drug money. It won't be seen, I can assure them that.
"Right," I start, never having been very good at formal speeches. "At around two this morning, we got a report of assault-and-battery in Robinson Park."
"What else is new?" someone hollers, and the room erupts with laughter. I add their face to my (rapidly growing) list of Those In Dire Need Of A Kick In The Pants.
Shuf
Who He Is And How He Came To Be by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
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Who He Is And How He Came To Be
The pain was not what bothered him, though the pain was great. A warm, dull, throbbing ache reminded him every second that he had a bullet lodged in his arm. Images from medical textbooks and coroner's reports illustrated the story in his head; nicked arteries, a chipped humerus. Soon, he would die.
The journey home was not what infuriated him, though the journey home had been agony. He had fallen off of rooftops, stumbled through alleys, and caused car wrecks, all the way leaving drops of blood with which any competent technician could identify him. Soon, he would be found out.
The betrayal was not what broke him, though the betrayal wa
The Big Nowhere: Ch 2. Part 3 by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
The Big Nowhere: Ch 2. Part 3
"Say, Juan, I ever told you how I got this ring?"
Juan looked up from the blanket stretched out on the sand. He felt the tent looming over his head, the heavy canvas bearing down on him. He squinted at the silhouette sitting near the open flap of the tent, its feet resting on a small fold-up table. As his eyes adjusted to the sun's light reflecting off the desert, that silhouette became Aldous Blood. He was holding his ring in his hand, spinning it between his fingers. What sunlight made it into the tent bounced off the gold and the rubies, throwing tiny pinpricks of light all over the interior.
"No," Juan said. He suspected he had heard
Short Drop, Sudden Stop by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
Short Drop, Sudden Stop
The sirens didn't bother him. They had been there for hours, fading in and out as police cars, ambulances, and fire engines came and went. He had gotten used to their wailing, and truth be told, had even started to like it a little bit.
He heard a click and a distorted whine and realized that someone had the megaphone on again. They would try to talk to him again. Try to tell him to come out with his hands up, or to get on his knees and wait for SWAT. No thanks.
Rolling up the sleeve of his long coat, he took long strides towards one of the room's windows, taking care not to step too heavily on the spiraling designs he had carved into the
300 Years Of The Demon: Part 1 by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
300 Years Of The Demon: Part 1
My name is Takeshi Nimishura, and for three hundred years crime has known my face. I am the Farseeing Demon.
The odds say that you do not know the heel of oppression, or the sting of slavery. You have not suffered under the rule of a madman, nor been forced to bow before one.
There lived a man who would have changed that. There lived a man who would have beaten your world into submission and twisted it into his image. The only reason that he did not was because the Demon was there to stop him.
It began in 1962. I woke up in my home in Tokyo; my wife was away. Every window was shut, every door locked from the outside. I had only begun
Unstoppable Part 8 by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
Unstoppable Part 8
Deputy Mayor Nicholas O'Malley carefully shut the door behind him and stepped into the hallway, cramped as it was with bustling police bodyguards, special advisors, and eager reporters who must have possessed some form of teleportation to get there so quickly.
"Mayor Nikkels is not giving any statements at the moment," O'Malley said, standing steadfast in front of the door as a few microphones poked out of the crowd like feelers. "And he does not intend to do so until he has had ample time to consider all possibilities."
The microphones lingered for a moment, waggled in some half-hearted desperation, and then slithered back into the cro
Your Time Is Up by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
Your Time Is Up
"What are you looking at, you little puke?"
Sergei had a thousand good answers for the man standing in front of him and no words with which to say them. He looked downward, felt the grotesquely warm blood covering his fatigues before he saw it, was greeted by empty faces freshly cut down as his eyes reached the floor.
"You have something to say?"
Sergei's mind raced backwards, trying to make sense of what had happened. He and his unit had stormed Black Edgar's safe house, expecting him to be alone. Edgar had two friends with him, one armed, one hiding. The first went down instantly, but it was the second who had charged, wounding Serge
Take Notice: Part 2 of Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
Take Notice: Part 2 of Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man
I can feel their eyes crawling over me as my name is called and I step up in front of the board. I take a quick glance at my notes to make sure everything is in order. It is. Gotham's finest inspect me with sullen eyes, wondering when I'll let them go to collect their drug money. It won't be seen, I can assure them that.
"Right," I start, never having been very good at formal speeches. "At around two this morning, we got a report of assault-and-battery in Robinson Park."
"What else is new?" someone hollers, and the room erupts with laughter. I add their face to my (rapidly growing) list of Those In Dire Need Of A Kick In The Pants.
Shuf
Who He Is And How He Came To Be by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
Who He Is And How He Came To Be
The pain was not what bothered him, though the pain was great. A warm, dull, throbbing ache reminded him every second that he had a bullet lodged in his arm. Images from medical textbooks and coroner's reports illustrated the story in his head; nicked arteries, a chipped humerus. Soon, he would die.
The journey home was not what infuriated him, though the journey home had been agony. He had fallen off of rooftops, stumbled through alleys, and caused car wrecks, all the way leaving drops of blood with which any competent technician could identify him. Soon, he would be found out.
The betrayal was not what broke him, though the betrayal wa
The Big Nowhere: Ch 2. Part 3 by CharismaticMegafauna, literature
Literature
The Big Nowhere: Ch 2. Part 3
"Say, Juan, I ever told you how I got this ring?"
Juan looked up from the blanket stretched out on the sand. He felt the tent looming over his head, the heavy canvas bearing down on him. He squinted at the silhouette sitting near the open flap of the tent, its feet resting on a small fold-up table. As his eyes adjusted to the sun's light reflecting off the desert, that silhouette became Aldous Blood. He was holding his ring in his hand, spinning it between his fingers. What sunlight made it into the tent bounced off the gold and the rubies, throwing tiny pinpricks of light all over the interior.
"No," Juan said. He suspected he had heard
I hate describing myself and I try not to do it very often. But all these websites keep begging me to do so.
I write and I draw; whether I produce anything good is still awaiting confirmation. All my stories are connected, and just about all my drawings are characters or scenes that are from my stories or involved with my stories. I've launched my webcomic: Charismatic Megafauna. Pages will be posted here until I get a host.
Current Residence: Home
Favourite Movies
Sin City, Le Doulos, Bronson
Tools of the Trade
Rubber tubing. Gas. Saw. Gloves. Cuffs. Razor wire. Hatchet. Gladys. And my mitts.
(And he asks why he keeps up with the third-person thing)
You know how, for years now, I've been saying that I'm starting a webcomic? How it's called Charismatic Megafauna and it's the culmination of all my storytelling efforts and all that?
Well, it starts tonight.
http://i42.tinypic.com/2rcr7eb.png
Check it.
How long's it been? A few months, at least. I won't do some big end-of-the-year retrospective because, really, I don't think anyone would read it.
What I will do is give a deadline: expect the first finished page of Charismatic Megafauna by the end of January.
Some of the time. Other times, the air conditioner in his car breaks and he's left in a kind of semi-coma as the full brunt of global warming targets him.
Been working on the comic a lot. Got four pages drawn and more plotted. Also working on lots of random sketches to flex both the creative and the actual muscle. Still gotta build a website and host it and all that, but the scanning problem has been overcome. We're getting closer.
It's been a while since I updated Unstoppable, but I'll continue with that just as soon as I finish Help Wanted. Which will be soon. Probably sometime within the week.
Am currently working on a new drawing. Thi