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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.
Oh ahem, Hound, just some quick questions if you please.
Could you give me a quick notes on how active your guy has been on Earth? And what his overall rep might be?
He's somewhat established, but obviously spends most of his time off-Earth.
The world views "Green Lantern" as a hero, and one of their brighter heroes from what they've seen of him... but people on Earth have very little perspective on their place in the greater universe at large, and no idea at all about the negative reputation the Green Lantern Corps has been starting to develop.
Well, assuming you aren't going to try to draft me into your lantern corp. I really just want to ok this with you and the group, seeing as how having 2 guys named green lantern might get confusing. But I do know they're pretty different beats. From you story wise, i'd like to use hal as part of my guys' origin story, like you saved him back when he was a civvie and that's why he wants to wear a lantern. Other than that, idk, maybe you send the green lantern lawyers after me.
About alan scott tho, i do intend to take some very creative liberties (hopefully creative), not sure how that'll go but i do plan to distance myself from your lanterns and the old scott.
Sounds all good.
If anything cosmic level does pop up, just bear in mind that the Green Lantern Corps doesn't necessarily have the best reputation currently across the universe - whether or not that one single human was saved by them. And that Earth's kind of oblivious to their place in the greater universe and how Green Lanterns are seen out in space generally.
Okay @Hound55, how do you feel about this? I don't plan to edge myself into that corruption story you got going on. Unless you want me to. But instead of space cop jordan and friends, how would you feel about someone like that alan scott guy?
Well, Alan Scott's not really tied into the Green Lantern Corps at all in the regular mythos... so depending on what line you're taking it might not even require my input in the first place.
"Has your powers of flight resulted in class action suits for damage from sonic booms? Don't go it alone! The law offices of Sebben and Sebben are standing by to defend our heroes in court!"
I think the most radical idea I've had for one of these games was a version of The Question who was actually a federal agent who would have investigated supernatural and paranormal crimes all over the country on top of the usual adventures investigating political and social corruption. Took a page or two from Twin Peaks and The X-Files for the interpretation. Didn't go through with it because that was during my two year slump where I had trouble writing much of anything, but it was an idea that floated around my head for a while and might revisit someday.
I once came up with a Question that was...
...a lawyer.
*Cough*
I know... the depths of my creativity know no bounds.
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>