Zombillenium #2
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scans_dailyZombillenium vol. #2, Human Ressources.
This storyline wasn't used for the movie, too complicated and too dark maybe, but so far it's my personal favourite one in the series.
Warning for swearing, off-screen violence against children, and a spoilery sort of body horror.
For some reason I can't seem to get to cover to load, which is a shame because it's so beautiful with its use of reflections; so instead here's the link to the publisher's page where you can see it full size:
https://www.dupuis.com/zombillenium/bd/zombillenium-tome-2-ressources-humaines/25703
(A couple of pages to set up the album's atmosphere.)
(Seven days prior)
(graffiti reads GO HOM YOU MONSTERS THIS IS A WARNING with... a lot of spelling errors in it)
So at 2AM some rednecks climbed the fence, walked all the way and spray painted our wall. Luckily you puny 700 kgs minotaurs didn't stand on their path, what a relief for you. / Sorry mister Van Bloodt. / We fell asleep. / We'll wipe this away.
Hey Francis maybe it's the Devil himself, we recognize the handwriting. / Yeah, he's sending us on a vacation! / You dummies... / Mr Van Bloodt?
The meeting with the park's catering managers is at 2PM. / Good. / The toy manufacturer asks you to greenlight Aurélien's action figure. / OK. / Do I book the team building session in the Carpates? / Yes.
I have the estimates for the roller-coasters' maintenance. / Take the cheapest. / The golems demand not to work on Saturdays. / Denied. Same for Sundays. // Also, the little intern... / Gretchen. / Yes. She's asking for some time off to go visit her mother in England. / OK. / And, erm...
(Uh, this looks like a Death Note fanart to me, but from context I guess it's supposed rather be Twilight?)
There're still letters from teenagers who want to become vampires. / Usual answer, Miranda: tell them to forget chick lit novels and chastity vows. Let them have fun and study for their finals. / Some of them are threatening suicide. / Well if they act on we'll contact them then.
Gah, this vampire craze... Good for business but what a bore to deal with! / Sir, your 8:30 appointment is here. / Send him in.
Hello Mr Van Bloodt. / Go back to Hell!
Argh! No! Stop! / Vade retro Satanas. Fugite partes adversae. / Have mercy! I have a wife... children...
(This album actually has two plots. The first one involves a moody teen, his neurotic mother, and a dark family secret.)
Hello Aglaé! These guys gave me a lift. How about you give them a discount? / Anything for you, Handsome. It's free for the kid. / Ma'am, Sir, Tim, this is were I leave. Have a nice day!
Thank you, you t- / Where's he gone? / To get ready for the big show, of course. He's the park's main asset, the great Red Devil. / Ah?
So Tim, where do we begin? The Haunted House? / Argh!! Damnit, I'm stuck...
Your son's gone to queue up for the Haunted House. / Gretchen, please stop destroying our stuff. / She gave me a nasty look.
Go there by yourself. I'll wait for you here.
Are you afraid?
Leave me alone!
(Second plot is about fascists infiltrating the park in the hopes of blowing it up. Because yes, it's a chilling reality: we have far-righ crazies and even neo-nazis in this country and the region holds the higher percentage of their sympathizers. A combination of awful local socio-economics factors and the French Trump-equivalent hailing from here.)
(A few hours earlier)
Hey Mister Demon!
He's still a bit crazy...
Let me go, you sickos! I have to be at work in a quarter of hour. My colleagues will notice if I'm missing, stupidheads. / You'll be on time for work, Mr Dead. And you're taking us with you.
So?
Police is on the way. In the meantime, no way to get a word from her beside «I want to get out of here.» / Did you come here with someone else?
It's my husband. He was out looking for our son. / Darling, this is crazy! I just saw Tim dressed up as a monster! / This is the park's manager. Your wife is waiting for you at the central security station, at the cross between Poe Street and Halloween Avenue. I'll put her through. / I'll let you tell him what you did and I never want to see you again in my park. Here the monsters frighten the visitors, not the other way around.
Yes... I had another fit. Little conjoined twins... // How are they? / A little shaken but they're fine. / Good. I let you handle this? / What? // Tim dressed up as a monster? What are you talking about?
(A little flashback form Francis' memories.)
1997... / Gottverdammt! / How old is your son? / 14.
Hey! / Do you know who Astaroth is? / The nasty little demon working in the Haunted House? That's him, yes. / The fat fool staring at her fake-crocodile shoes is HIS MOTHER. But the big catch is that Astaroth's twin brother is lost in the park AND THEY MUST NOT MEET.
Good luck, guys. / See you tonight, Angel. // Skeleton, enter the code.
You know what you risk with playing dumb? One phone call and my buddies back at our basement break the rest of your bones into dust. / No wait... you don't believe such a gross trick will work?
Ooh look who's there, Mr Jefferson going through the back door to try and avoid the weekly team meeting. / I'll tell the boss you know! Good try but you won't cut it this time! / I didn't get anything of what he said but well done Brother.
The apple does not far from the tree fall, but humans do not bear monsters. How do you explain this? / Fifteen years ago, I realized I was pregnant... four months and half along, so too late to get rid legally of a child I did not want. I asked a creepy guy for help...
...but the pregnancy kept on and four months later I gave birth in secret.
This is were IT was born. There was no cord, no placenta. // A wireless? / What? / Nothing. Keep going. / I put it in a bin on the construction site. A man came... this was you, right? I went back, not knowing that Tim was still inside of me. He was born «legally» a few hours later.
Tim ran away in the park because I'm a bad mother... / but everytime I look at him I see the Other instead. The Other accusing me of leaving it behind. / Please... don't tell my husband.
Who's there?
Er. Hello. Er. I... / So Astaroth, enjoying the view? Eh?
Phew... bloody stairs. / Aurélien! Meet me at -9 level! Astaroth and his crowd are about to fuck shit up!
Astaroth? / Whoops...
Sorry! / So you finally realized I wasn't... / What the hell are you doing here?
It's because of my mother. She's, uh... // I don't give a shit. I bet you're Tim? The loudpseakers have been calling your name for two hours. Come on, to the station. // I don't want to see her! // D'you want to stay in the ladies' locker room? / Relax, Rebecca, the young man is leaving.
(The fascists' plot is stopped, Astaroth's little rebellion's resolved too, and in the endTim is sent home with his mother.)
Thank you!
What for? / Thanks for this day at the park. It was nice. / Are you kidding me? Your father is in an ambulance with his femur all broken, you almost died and I'm summoned to answer for assault and battery on minors... without even knowing if conjoined twin are one or two minors. You're having a nosebleed.
Yes, my nose's broken. Turn right to the village. / Why? / There's something I'd like to show you. // And other from that... Nothing else you should tell me? Did you see the Other?
Oh yes! / What a reuion!
(Ok I'm not translating the whole newspaper, titles and highlines say «Father Hasdenteufel's word: superstitions die hard» «Francis Van Bloodt, excentric Zombillenium park's CEO, still dressed up as a vampire, answers our questions» «These people believe we turn humans into monsters.»)
Ha ha, look at your face on this picture! / Shh, remember we're in a crematorium. / Well done, by the way.
I'm going back. You're getting to the back room?
What an actor, this kid. Here, let's get to work. / Requiem æternam dona eis. Libera me de morte æterna. // Good old Richard. «Free me from eternal death». Well, we'll see about that, poor sod.
Hello dear. Welcome to the company!
This storyline wasn't used for the movie, too complicated and too dark maybe, but so far it's my personal favourite one in the series.
Warning for swearing, off-screen violence against children, and a spoilery sort of body horror.
For some reason I can't seem to get to cover to load, which is a shame because it's so beautiful with its use of reflections; so instead here's the link to the publisher's page where you can see it full size:
https://www.dupuis.com/zombillenium/bd/zombillenium-tome-2-ressources-humaines/25703
(A couple of pages to set up the album's atmosphere.)
(Seven days prior)
(graffiti reads GO HOM YOU MONSTERS THIS IS A WARNING with... a lot of spelling errors in it)
So at 2AM some rednecks climbed the fence, walked all the way and spray painted our wall. Luckily you puny 700 kgs minotaurs didn't stand on their path, what a relief for you. / Sorry mister Van Bloodt. / We fell asleep. / We'll wipe this away.
Hey Francis maybe it's the Devil himself, we recognize the handwriting. / Yeah, he's sending us on a vacation! / You dummies... / Mr Van Bloodt?
The meeting with the park's catering managers is at 2PM. / Good. / The toy manufacturer asks you to greenlight Aurélien's action figure. / OK. / Do I book the team building session in the Carpates? / Yes.
I have the estimates for the roller-coasters' maintenance. / Take the cheapest. / The golems demand not to work on Saturdays. / Denied. Same for Sundays. // Also, the little intern... / Gretchen. / Yes. She's asking for some time off to go visit her mother in England. / OK. / And, erm...
(Uh, this looks like a Death Note fanart to me, but from context I guess it's supposed rather be Twilight?)
There're still letters from teenagers who want to become vampires. / Usual answer, Miranda: tell them to forget chick lit novels and chastity vows. Let them have fun and study for their finals. / Some of them are threatening suicide. / Well if they act on we'll contact them then.
Gah, this vampire craze... Good for business but what a bore to deal with! / Sir, your 8:30 appointment is here. / Send him in.
Hello Mr Van Bloodt. / Go back to Hell!
Argh! No! Stop! / Vade retro Satanas. Fugite partes adversae. / Have mercy! I have a wife... children...
(This album actually has two plots. The first one involves a moody teen, his neurotic mother, and a dark family secret.)
Hello Aglaé! These guys gave me a lift. How about you give them a discount? / Anything for you, Handsome. It's free for the kid. / Ma'am, Sir, Tim, this is were I leave. Have a nice day!
Thank you, you t- / Where's he gone? / To get ready for the big show, of course. He's the park's main asset, the great Red Devil. / Ah?
So Tim, where do we begin? The Haunted House? / Argh!! Damnit, I'm stuck...
Your son's gone to queue up for the Haunted House. / Gretchen, please stop destroying our stuff. / She gave me a nasty look.
Go there by yourself. I'll wait for you here.
Are you afraid?
Leave me alone!
(Second plot is about fascists infiltrating the park in the hopes of blowing it up. Because yes, it's a chilling reality: we have far-righ crazies and even neo-nazis in this country and the region holds the higher percentage of their sympathizers. A combination of awful local socio-economics factors and the French Trump-equivalent hailing from here.)
(A few hours earlier)
Hey Mister Demon!
He's still a bit crazy...
Let me go, you sickos! I have to be at work in a quarter of hour. My colleagues will notice if I'm missing, stupidheads. / You'll be on time for work, Mr Dead. And you're taking us with you.
So?
Police is on the way. In the meantime, no way to get a word from her beside «I want to get out of here.» / Did you come here with someone else?
It's my husband. He was out looking for our son. / Darling, this is crazy! I just saw Tim dressed up as a monster! / This is the park's manager. Your wife is waiting for you at the central security station, at the cross between Poe Street and Halloween Avenue. I'll put her through. / I'll let you tell him what you did and I never want to see you again in my park. Here the monsters frighten the visitors, not the other way around.
Yes... I had another fit. Little conjoined twins... // How are they? / A little shaken but they're fine. / Good. I let you handle this? / What? // Tim dressed up as a monster? What are you talking about?
(A little flashback form Francis' memories.)
1997... / Gottverdammt! / How old is your son? / 14.
Hey! / Do you know who Astaroth is? / The nasty little demon working in the Haunted House? That's him, yes. / The fat fool staring at her fake-crocodile shoes is HIS MOTHER. But the big catch is that Astaroth's twin brother is lost in the park AND THEY MUST NOT MEET.
Good luck, guys. / See you tonight, Angel. // Skeleton, enter the code.
You know what you risk with playing dumb? One phone call and my buddies back at our basement break the rest of your bones into dust. / No wait... you don't believe such a gross trick will work?
Ooh look who's there, Mr Jefferson going through the back door to try and avoid the weekly team meeting. / I'll tell the boss you know! Good try but you won't cut it this time! / I didn't get anything of what he said but well done Brother.
The apple does not far from the tree fall, but humans do not bear monsters. How do you explain this? / Fifteen years ago, I realized I was pregnant... four months and half along, so too late to get rid legally of a child I did not want. I asked a creepy guy for help...
...but the pregnancy kept on and four months later I gave birth in secret.
This is were IT was born. There was no cord, no placenta. // A wireless? / What? / Nothing. Keep going. / I put it in a bin on the construction site. A man came... this was you, right? I went back, not knowing that Tim was still inside of me. He was born «legally» a few hours later.
Tim ran away in the park because I'm a bad mother... / but everytime I look at him I see the Other instead. The Other accusing me of leaving it behind. / Please... don't tell my husband.
Who's there?
Er. Hello. Er. I... / So Astaroth, enjoying the view? Eh?
Phew... bloody stairs. / Aurélien! Meet me at -9 level! Astaroth and his crowd are about to fuck shit up!
Astaroth? / Whoops...
Sorry! / So you finally realized I wasn't... / What the hell are you doing here?
It's because of my mother. She's, uh... // I don't give a shit. I bet you're Tim? The loudpseakers have been calling your name for two hours. Come on, to the station. // I don't want to see her! // D'you want to stay in the ladies' locker room? / Relax, Rebecca, the young man is leaving.
(The fascists' plot is stopped, Astaroth's little rebellion's resolved too, and in the endTim is sent home with his mother.)
Thank you!
What for? / Thanks for this day at the park. It was nice. / Are you kidding me? Your father is in an ambulance with his femur all broken, you almost died and I'm summoned to answer for assault and battery on minors... without even knowing if conjoined twin are one or two minors. You're having a nosebleed.
Yes, my nose's broken. Turn right to the village. / Why? / There's something I'd like to show you. // And other from that... Nothing else you should tell me? Did you see the Other?
Oh yes! / What a reuion!
(Ok I'm not translating the whole newspaper, titles and highlines say «Father Hasdenteufel's word: superstitions die hard» «Francis Van Bloodt, excentric Zombillenium park's CEO, still dressed up as a vampire, answers our questions» «These people believe we turn humans into monsters.»)
Ha ha, look at your face on this picture! / Shh, remember we're in a crematorium. / Well done, by the way.
I'm going back. You're getting to the back room?
What an actor, this kid. Here, let's get to work. / Requiem æternam dona eis. Libera me de morte æterna. // Good old Richard. «Free me from eternal death». Well, we'll see about that, poor sod.
Hello dear. Welcome to the company!
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Date: 2018-11-20 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-11-21 07:48 am (UTC)I'd say because it looks both good and fearsome, but not everyone is into chubby grey vampire, so...The crash was intentional, she was human at that time, but everything was orchestrated by Zombillenium to turn her unto an undead and hire her. Readership jury might still out on whether she was a victim first, she's both a victim or guilty, or no mitigating circumstances whatsoever cut attempted murder on underaged victims, but in universe Mr Behemoth does not care about fair or unfair, he's the Devil and he gets what he wants. (More clarification about that follows in the next volume.)