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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
Bio
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
Fisk: "See this is the good part, Chase. This is when the job gets fun." Owlsley: "Mmm yeah." Fisk: "Ask, and you shall receive." Owlsley: "All right!" Fisk (dancing): "You play ball, we play ball. I know you want the goodies, mmm!" Owlsley: "Welcome to the goodie room!" Fisk: "You paying attention? Cos I'm talking G5, Chase. That's how you're gonna roll. No more frequent flyer bitch miles for my boy. Oh yeah. Playa. Playa. Big dick playa." Owlsley: "Swingin' past your knees!" Fisk: "Big dick, baby." Owlsley: "Yup... or you could grow a conscience in the next five minutes and see where that takes you." Chase: "Let me get this straight. You want me to let my client of fifteen years, one of my best friends, die in the jungle alone for some money and a G5?" Fisk: "Yes." Chase: "A G5 airplane." Fisk: "...and LOTS of money. Playa. (Fisk starts dancing again) Owlsley: "Yeeeah! Smack it up, flip it up, rub it down, hoo!"
*Cut to Chase making a Wild Turkey commercial on a G5 airplane*
'"So have you decided to take the case yet?" "Alright, alright, alright." Chase replied...'
Hmm...
'Gladys pointed out that there wouldn't be enough time before the matter would go to court.
"Time is a flat circle." Chase replied...'
Now wait just a damn minute...
'Chase had started to do his business out of the back of a Lincoln towncar. He kept a fax machine and printer in the boot and had his...'
Hey! Knock that off!
'Misty walked through the living room/kitchen towards the bedroom. That would be the place to start. She thought about her conversation with Stone on the way up to Brooklyn. No forced entry and with a single shot to the back of the head, the Seven-Seven was working on the theory that Rosa knew who killed her. No cellphone had been recovered and the working theory was the killer took it because the call or text record had some kind of evidence. The detectives were in the process of running down the phone while looking up her nearest and dearest. Both tasks had them stumped.
Rosa Torres was a ghost...'
Alright then. That's better!
'"A ghost?" Chase confirmed, "I know just the person to call for ghosts." Chase flipped through the "R" section on his rolodex and stopped at the name of his half brother - Charlie Rembrandt."
If you could write as a second character, who would it be? Feel free to even mention characters who have already been claimed, this is all theoretical anyways so why not?
Daredevil would have easily been my choice. I got really excited about the concept that I'd developed for the UOU of a morally gray Murdock posing as Fisk's henchman, to the point that I'd planned to write it out in Create-A-Post. But my Batman commitments pretty much usurped any CAP stories I'd planned, and @Roman has done a good job in his short time as DD, so it's likely for the best that it didn't work out.
Same with Spider-Man. If I hadn't been dead set on Bruce from the beginning, I'd have gunned hard for a college-aged version of Peter that'd have been significantly less interesting than what Henry's done with Gwen. I actually have a few different concepts for Spidey, including one where he's a 40 year old single dad, a much different take on Spider-Woman where it's my own spin on Peter and MJ's daughter who gets bit, and a version where Spider-Man is Nick Fury's Black-Ops style secret weapon for SHIELD after they accidentally gave him his powers. Then, of course, there's always the temptation to do my own High Schooler Spider-Man, re-arranging ideas from 616, Ultimate, the Raimi films and a few other places.
But I think damn near everyone has a Spidey concept they'd like to try, so until someone launches a Spider-Verse game or something, I don't think I'll be the only one looking to try concepts out for him for a long time.
I have alot of ideas for my own version of Superman, a version of Wally West as The Flash that lines up with a Year One take, the Watchmen characters in modern times, a Dark Knight Returnsian Green Arrow, an Exorcist inspired Ghost Rider, a family man Punisher, and even an off-kilter Outsiders team that has nothing to do with Batman and is led by a more Iron Man inspired version of the Ted Kord Blue Beetle. But I could probably go on. Truth is, had someone else made UOU and taken Batman, I wouldn't have been lacking for ideas in either the DC or Marvel realm.
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>