Some Animal Man.

[skybard.insanejournal.com]

Two pages from when Animal Man met his maker, but first, an unrelated panel from the same trade:



The whole scene made me love the Crime Syndicate of America, but this panel in particular.

Recap: Animal Man has met his maker, who took him out and pitched him against some bad guys...so that he could run through his credits. Animal Man gets his arse kicked.





I love this whole trade. It really makes you think. :) (Apart from the Red Bee bit, which just made me feel sad. ._.)

So, what would you do if you found out your life was a comic, scansdaily?

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[bariman1987.insanejournal.com]

So, what would you do if you found out your life was a comic, scansdaily?

First I'd wonder why anyone would read me, my life is boring as hell, unless it's some Walter Mitty thing where they see me going through normal things and then imagining all sorts of cool adventures.

Then I'd see if I had superpowers or could get them. 'Cause duh. Though I'm not sure if I'd become a superhero, I don't really have the temperment for that. I'd see if there was a way to make money off of it, like if I had flight or superspeed I'd start a parcel delivery service, or become a stuntman or special effects guy with other powers.

If I lived in 616, I'd approach the X-Men to become their publicist/public relations guy/whatever. I'd get all the legal stuff taken care of, then get the licensing for comic books, action figures, books, TV shows, movies, all that good stuff, based on them. Because if you were watching a cartoon about the X-Men and see how they keep trying to protect the people that hate and fear them, well, you wouldn't fear them as much, would you. It worked for the Fantastic Four, after all.

If I was in DC or 616, I'd also approach various superheroes and try to help them with their personal problems. Be their Dr. Blink, as it were.

I'd also be awfully tempted to track down supervillains like Luthor, Joker, and Norman Osborne and... "take care" of them.

[greenmask.insanejournal.com]

I'd thank my artist!

And frown suspiciously at my writer.

[psychop_rex.insanejournal.com]

I think it would thoroughly depend upon what KIND of comic I found out I was in. Therefore, I have prepared a list:

1: Boring arty autobiographical comic. I think I would probably go insane, because, whoa, hold on a second, if I'm IN the comic, and it's autobiographical, then I'M WRITING IT, I'm writing myself, and that means I've been WRITING MY LIFE AS IT IS AND NOT ALL COOL AND SUPERHEROEY, and at that point I snap and stop writing, and the story ends.

2: Funny animal comic. Hmm... I think I'd probably be a turtle. Maybe an owl. A turtleowl, why not? That's be cool. As for what I'd DO? Try and join the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, of course, or start a team of my own. Funny animal superheroes ALWAYS have fun. And if I happened to live in Duckburg, I'd make sure to live far away from the Money Bin. That's where all the dangerous stuff happens.

3: Adventurous European-style comic. Probably try to meet Tintin, and see if I was related to Asterix.

4: Conan the Barbarian-style swords-and-sorcery comic. Probably curl up into a ball and whimper. I wouldn't last five minutes.

5: Star Wars-style space opera. I think I would try to become either the hero or his wacky sidekick, because those characters never get killed in space operas.

6: Sin City, or related film noir-type drama. Die. Quickly. Oozing blood.

7: Underground comic. Go 'Crazy, man!', and go off to see the Beatles perform.

8: Adaptation of a movie. Feel somewhat sour that I was probably part of the story that got cut out in the second draft.

9: Photo comic - you know, those things you used to see in magazines that use photographs as panels and add captions and word balloons? Freak out completely, because if my life is part of the comic, and the comic is made out of photographs, WHO'S POSING FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHS?

10: Online comic. Try and worm my way onto the rest of the Internet, of course, and give people heart attacks by making spooky faces at them through their computer monitors.

11: Newspaper comic. Despair in the knowledge that I am NEVER going to lose my virginity. Also, heckle Garfield about how he actually used to be GOOD.

12: Horror comic. Dress up like a monster, sneak around George W. Bush's ranch, and try to drive him insane.

13: Promotional comic for a product. Rebel against my corporate overlords, and start telling the TRUTH about the product I'd been shilling for them. 'It's all a lie, kids! This product will NOT turn you into an expert skateboarder, it will overload your synapses with jittering waves of sugar, give you diabetes and KILL YOU! Don't eat it!'

14: Superhero comic. Well, become a superhero, of course. The trick would be to find some sort of a niche that hasn't been filled yet, to avoid infringing on anyone else's territory. Hmmmmm... Hey, here's a thought! There are plenty of villainous jugglers out there, but there aren't any heroic ones, are there? Maybe I'd do that - or SOMETHING interesting, anyway.

Then, of course, I would have to confront the next question, that being: if myself and everyone in my universe is a character in a comic, if I then wrote a comic, would that make me the god of a new universe?

[kamino_neko.insanejournal.com]

So, what would you do if you found out your life was a comic, scansdaily?

Point out to the writer that illness is only interesting for a story arc or two, and it's really getting OLD after about 5 years, so giving me my lungs back would be good for the book as a whole.

A love interest wouldn't hurt, either.

Also, petition the artist for a redesign - I'm not nearly cute enough.

[jesidres.insanejournal.com]

I'd have figured as much, as my dialogue is just darn corny to be normal.

I'd also commend my writer for keeping the bizarre universe in my head in order, then demand to know how come the main love interest hadn't been introduced yet.

I'm already happy with my 'costume' so, I'd give thumbs up on my artist, but ask him/her to shave a few pounds off here or there.

Then I'd subtly suggest we jump the shark and get down to the international magical conspiracy plot that I know is lurking around the corner.

[parsimonia.insanejournal.com]

OH MY GOD YOUR ICON!

I actually found that moment where he pushes her very weird. (Well, most of the new Red Dwarf was weird.)

[skybard.insanejournal.com]

LOVE THE ICON. <3

Your comic-verse sounds delightfully Silver Age. :D

Okay, Let's pretend I *could* do what I wanted

[besamim.insanejournal.com]

Which I couldn't if I were a character (see comment on previous page), but let's why don't I just pretend.

First of all, I'd ask my writer if he or she owned the rights to my life. If the writer did, I'd ask if he/she would kindly consider licensing me to other writers or, preferably, release me into the public domain after hir death (as Dave Sim has done with Cerebus. And BTW if post-1980s Sim were my writer I'd beg him to put me in a coma for the remainder of his life and pray for a saner writer to pick my story up).

If I were in a superhero comic I'd ask for a supporting character part because given my depression/generalized anxiety disorder, if I were a superhero I'd be a crappy grimdark nineties one, probably drawn with too many lines and minimally-functional feet, and who wants that? If I were a resident of Gotham, I'd ask if I could relocate so I'm less likely cross the Joker's path.

Being in an indie literary comic would be cool, unless Chris "Life Is 100% Despair and Humourlessness" Ware were writing me, in which case see above for post-1980s Sim.

What I'd really like is to be in a hippie underground-comix universe so I could hang out with the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers. I'd be not only their buddy but also their personal information go-to guy, since they (especially Freddie) seem pretty clueless when scoring dope. I'd introduce them to erowid.org, the writings of Terrance McKenna and Daniel Pinchbeck, and such, so they'd be able to make better mind-expanding choices. While still having hilarious adventures, of course.

[joysweeper.insanejournal.com]

I would bitch endlessly about what kind of person would be interested in me, before realizing that the events that actually made it into the book would add up to about an hour a month. Most of that would be vaguely trippy scenes during the Act Of Creation when my muse has me and I'm flying. Most of my life would occur off panel - I don't have romantic interests, interests in romance, a gang of friends, important lessons, a job, a disagreement with my parents, or really anything interesting from the outside.