The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan

The Book Bonfire Disclaimer: There will be spoilers. If you’re even remotely interested in this book and you haven’t read it, or if you’ll be mad if you accidentally read any possible spoilers about it, I’m going to chalk it up to “not my fucking problem”. You have been warned. Also, this is a feature about reading. You came here to read about books, so pictures in these posts will be scarce. Be an adult.
Book 3 of the Wheel of Time series

The Dragon Reborn

Gather ’round, ladies and other ladies and, if there’s enough room, gentlemen too, maybe. Today we have another novel that you won’t want to throw into the firepit anytime soon. The coveted THIRD book in the Wheel of Time series: The Dragon Reborn! More aimless wandering and braid-tugging and exclamations of “Light!” and “Burn me!” await as we crack open this 645-paged bad boy an embark upon another useless adventure!

I kid. Actually, I think everything is starting to click with this book. I finally understand who the major players are (Rand, Egwene, Mat, Jim, Nancy, Betty, and Paper Mario) and have a pretty good lay of the land with respect to the nameless continent they inhabit and travel within. Someone will be like “I have to go to Caemlyn” and I’ll be like “I know where that is!” without having to check the meticulously detailed map. I have a good sense of everyone’s individuality and personality traits. for instance, Rand is boring and useless. Mat is sneaky and lucky. Perrin is boring but not useless. Nynaeve is angry and bitchy. Moiraine is cold and bitchy. Egwene is naïve and not bitchy. Elayne is practical and occasionally snarky. Lan is boring and snarky. Min rules and she needs to be in these books way more than she is.

I can tell that this is when the series is starting really pick up steam. These first few books have been all about Lews Therin being reincarnated and the quest of defeating Ba’alzamon, who is trapped within Shayol Ghul. There are seven pieces of the Triforce that must remain intact, but each Horcrux that gets destroyed is one step closer to the Dark One getting set free. The thing is, they seem to have addressed almost all of this already and there are still 12 books to go! The question of who Rand is has been definitively answered, and all of The Dragon Reborn is about hunting him down as he travels to Tear to grab the Sword That Cannot Be Touched and shit. This all sounds very nerdy, doesn’t? That’s because it is.

“I’ll give you a a sword that cannot be touched!” *unzips pants catatonically*
Rand

I like the introduction of Mat POV chapters. My dude spent all of The Great Hunt dying of Dagger Poisoning, so once those White Tower bitches cure his ass and set him all up with all that free food he finally gets to embark on his own adventure. Mat always did seem more interesting the other two guys, and I’m happy to discover that it’s true. He gambles with brigands and sleeps in beds with Thom Merrilin. I like that Mat is luckier than he is smart and it’s the only reason why he didn’t die at the hands of the Gray Men up to 12 times. What Mat shenanigans will follow next? Maybe he’ll play at dice with half of the Forsaken? Maybe he’ll find another “t” to add to the end of his name? I cannot wait to see!

Just like before, they went a little overboard with the dream chapters (especially Perrin and his fucking wolf dreams, bleh). This time, though, they introduce the concept of Tel’aran’rhiod — The Unseen World. Egwene discovers that she is able to sleep her way into this realm of a woken dream and kind of, you know, fuck around in it the way she pleases. At least she’ll eventually learn to do this I’m sure. Right now it’s too dangerous, except for the part where she used it to totally mess up some Black Ajah and escape her Stone of Tear cell with Nynaeve and Elayne. Anyway, any time that Egwene had a Tel’aran’rhiod dream it was much better than anything Rand or Perrin ever dreamt about. More Egwene dreams, please.

I see everyone had fallen asleep around the firepit! Entering your very own Tel’aran’rhiods, are we? Tee hee. Let’s open the floor for discussion.

BOOK BONFIRE DISCUSSION QUESTIONS!

“We didn’t have action and adventure back in Caemlyn. We had bubble baths and rubber ducks. People from Tear were our slaves. The Holocaust never happened.”
Elayne

Explain the concept of fate. How does fate relate to Rand’s situation?
“EXPLAIN THE CONCEPT OF FATE”? Look, pal, I ain’t explaining no concept of fate to nobody, ok? That’s a heavy subject worthy of a separate Dear Journal-type post where I make fun of fate for 1200 words.

With respect to Rand’s situation, though, it doesn’t seem that fate is driving Rand as much as the other way around. We don’t get to see Rand’s point of view for most of the book (thank god), but all signs point to Rand doing what he’s prophesized to do because he’s literally going mad with power and he just wants it to stop. It’s hard to tell what’s actually driving his journey from Falme to Tear other than a seemingly insatiable need to grab that fucking Callandor sword before he completely loses his fool mind. I think he thinks that taking the sword and defeating Ba’alzamon once and for all will finally rid him of this burden… until it’s realized that the Ba’alzamon he killed is just some guy in a Ba’alzamon disguise and they still need to go on their little adventure. Sorry, Rand. You need to go crazy for at least another book!

Rand is also fated to poop his pants, you might say. Guess what? Prophecy fulfilled!

Perrin and Faile’s relationship seems to begin from a point of antagonism. How can contrast at the beginning of a relationship strength it?
This is an easy one! Perrin and Faile are in love with each other and they’re bickering and dunking on each other because they’re flirting, you idiots. There’s really nothing more to say about this. They’re going to fuck at the beginning of Book 4 and it’s going to be so graphic that you’ll wish your scrambled Playboy channel was even more scrambled just to take the edge off.

“DOUBLE-CROSS ME ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL KICK YOU IN THE CUNT.”
Nynaeve

What’s Nynaeve’s problem?
Right? What a bitch!

Honestly, though, I really like Nynaeve. She seems to be a very polarizing character, though. Maybe those that don’t like her are reminded of their own mothers. She’s quick to anger and very insecure, but in a way that’s funny to me. Like, she’ll get pissed off at the stupidest stuff, like a locked door or another woman who thinks she knows her herbs.

Robert Jordan created a character who can only channel when she gets mad, so he obviously had to contrive some situations where she will get mad. As these books go on, I can already tell that she’s working harder to get mad on purpose in order to do her thing, and I’m learning that it’s not too hard to do anyway.

Anyway, what’s Nynaeve’s problem? She’s a control freak who no longer has control of literally any situation. That’s her problem. And it’s never going to go away.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Unless I start reading these books one after another, it’s going to take me years to finish this series up. But I’m invested as shit; these books are fantastic. I heard Book 4, The Shadow Rising, is among the very best. I’ll have to get to it sooner rather than later for sure.

Other Writeups for This Series
The Eye of the WorldThe Great Hunt

Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #612 – “Chapter 5: The Battle”

* Part 5 of 12 of the Hush storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #612 – “Chapter 5: The Battle”! In the previous installment, Bruce cavorts around Metropolis, flirts with Lois Lane, draws Clark Kent’s ire, and finds Poison Ivy with Catwoman’s help. Batman is all like “YOU’RE GOING BACK TO GOTHAM CITY, BABY DOLL,” but Poison Ivy has an ace up her very green sleeves.

It’s Superman. Except it looks like Bad Superman. And even though all Supermen are bad, this one seems bad in a bad way. If you follow my drift. Poison Ivy has made him bad with her ivy-ness, and it’s going to be epic, bro! EPIC!

zzzzzzz


Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #612 [April, 2003]
Written by: Jeph Loeb
“Chapter 5: The Battle”

Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #612

Look at that cover! You’re just going to let Superman wring your puny neck with one muscular hand? The one he jerks off with? Get up and fight like a man!

Batman reiterates that he hates Metropolis. He’d much, much rather go back to Gotham where the bad guys are just extremely dangerous criminals who escaped from the insane asylum instead of weird aliens and monsters and people named Gary Busey.

Poison Ivy has taken control of Superman, as I had previous established if you fucking read anything I write. She orders him to kill Batman and Catwoman, of which he obliges happily. Catwoman asks nervously if Batman has a plan, and this buttfucker always has a plan.

“We’ve got seconds before he realizes we’re not going to stand and fight,” Batman thinks as he and Catwoman run away from Superman’s Super-Laser Eyeballs X-Treme! They plunge into a crater full of water, prompting Ivy to scream “They’re getting away! NO!”

Catwoman panics because, you know, cats hate water. Batman carries her ass through the water. Even though they obviously jumped into a closed crater full of water, they swim anyway to a large sewer pipe. He pops on an air mask, making sure to give Catwoman one too I guess as they swim to “safety”.

“Poison Ivy used Catwoman in those Gotham City crimes. She felt violated being controlled by Ivy. It’s made the hunt personal for Selina.”

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #612

If she’s anything like me, then it’s going to be an Xbox Spring Sale!

Superman is deemed useless because he couldn’t kill a couple of mopes, and when he tells her that he can’t kill – he won’t kill – he shan’t kill – Ivy calls him a useless man who can’t follow any damn orders. So we’re going to try again, and this time don’t be stingy with the maiming!

Batman and Catwoman finding themselves running through some underground LexCorp corridors. A lead-lined sewer system, so don’t stick around too long or you’ll be poisoned as the dickens. After encountering a fork in the road, they both chat a bit before splitting off. Oh yeah, and they kiss too, because gross. Anyway, Catwoman takes her leave and Batman takes exactly 1/64th of a step before Superman crashes through the wall and into the corridor. He’s got Ivy vines wrapped around him! He’s still compromised!

Batman remembers what Tommy Elliot said to him once while playing their Stratego-type game: “If you want to beat your opponent, Bruce, you have to think like your opponent.” Unluckily for Bruce, Superman never thinks! So it’s a loss.

Superman gets punched in the face, which actually affects him! What! “If Clark wanted to, he could use his superspeed and squish me into the cement. But I know how he thinks. Even more than the Kryptonite, he’s got one big weakness. Deep down, Clark’s essentially a good person… and deep down I’m not.

Ooooooh, intimidating! And a little bit sexy! Tell me more, you generous hunk of man!

Yelling at him to keep him distracted, Batman tells Superman to listen to him. “I’ve opened a gas main. If you so much as make a spark with your heat vision – you’ll blow up the entire block.”

Batman continues to pummel the hapless pussy. Superman clutches his own face like it actually hurts. Then he stands up with newfound stoicism and breathes frost breath at Batman, who is like “Frost breath… nice.”

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #612

“In the game of chess, you should never let your adversaries see your pieces.”

As fighting continues – and for some reason Batman is winning – Batman admits to Superman that he lied about the gas main. This is a risky gambit, telling your opponent that he can use his heat vision again. He tricks Superman into punching a high voltage transformer, which zaps him as all get-out. Batman takes this moment of electrical incapacitation to escape the tunnels and to the surface with fervent gusto. He hopes that he bought Catwoman enough time to do… something. Like what? Steal from Metropolis’ wealthiest dowagers?

Superman bursts through the ground to the surface. “You hurt me,” he whines. “This ends now.” Superman picks up an innocent car parked on the street and is mere milliseconds away from sending Batman to the big cave in the sky… until Batman tells Superman to look up. Catwoman’s got Lois positively hogtied and ready to throw her off the top of the Daily Planet building. Lois elbows her in the ribs and sends herself toppling over the edge. Even an Ivy-addled Superman doesn’t want his bountiful bride to fall to her messy death! He flies up, catches her, and returns her to the building where Catwoman is still doing cartwheels.

“So… you and he are working together now?” Lois asks with icy disdain. Catwoman answers with sarcasm.

Lois had torn off Ivy’s ivy, and therefore her influence. Superman returns to Batman so they can hatch a plan together on how to throw Ivy into a woodchipper. “Ivy will be on the move. She has money, and a certain way with anyone who would stop her. And she has help. Smart. Connected.” But he still needs to find out who’s behind all these shenanigans! My guess is Gary Busey, but only because I obviously like to keep mentioning him. That guy is cuh-raaaazy!

Superman knows someone who can find Ivy. And in less than two panels, they catch her at the Metropolis Plaza where she goes “whuzzah whuzzah whuh?” How did they find her?! Well, Superman called his friend Maggie Sawyer, whoever that is, and she’s going to arrange to get Ivy back to Gotham City courtesy of the police! And I ain’t talking about Sting. Not right now, at any rate.

Ivy tries to escape, but nope.

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #612

Tear her to shreds, Superdog! Rip out her jugular!

Ivy tries to run in another direction, but Catwoman is there waiting to punch the green girl across the mug. “Good-bye, Ivy,” she says, knocking her in the jaw with a DOK! Superman asks if that was really necessary, but fuck you, Superman. Mind your own business, asshole.

“It is time to leave this city. But not before Clark has his say,” Batman thinks exasperatedly.

“How did Catwoman know to pick Lois?” Superman asks. That’s a really dumb question, isn’t it? What a waste of time. I’m not even going to write about Batman’s earnest response.

“You could have gotten Lois killed,” Superman says sternly. But Batman knows that Superman wouldn’t have let it happen, even a Superman with ivy wrapped around his fat neck.

They enjoy a hearty handshake.

And some unknown figure across the street laughs to himself as he looks through binoculars…

Final Thoughts

Pffft. Issues that are all action can suck my wad.

Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11

* Part 5 of 6 of the Civil War II storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11! In the previous installment, Bruno is in a coma after almost killing himself trying to save Josh. Ms. Marvel beefs with the rest of the Cadets, including that Becky St. Jude cunt who would rather fight Ms. Marvel than be a better person overall!

Bruno’s gonna die, guys! lmao!


Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11 [November, 2016]
Written by: G. Willow Wilson

Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11

Recently, at the Khan household, Ammi brings laundry upstairs and bumps into Bruno. Literally.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry, Ammi! Let me help you with that!”

“Never mind the laundry – why do you have my grandmother’s bangles?”

“Oh! I was gonna ask you about that. Can I – umm — have them?”

“You want to wear my jewelry?”

Suspicious stuff, Bruno ol’ boy. He wants to make something for Kamala, obviously, and he needs these bangles for some reason! Ammi asks Bruno what the fuck is going on. And why Kamala acting weird for the last couple of weeks. Bruno stays tight-lipped, then tells her that he’s not trying to lie. It’s just not his story to tell.

Bruno assures Kamala’s mother that Kamala is in no danger. Not really. Not as such, no. Kind of. Maybe. I think so? Yeah, definitely. Tons, too. Ammi buries her face in her hand and gives up. “Just promise me one thing,” she tells him. “Promise me you’ll always be there to help her. She doesn’t listen to me the way she used to – but she listens to you.” Bruno admits that he’s trying, and that’s part of why he needs the bangles! Sorry I haven’t made many jokes yet. This is all very emotional.

Ammi allows Bruno to have the bangles for now. He tells her that when they first met in 2nd grade, they looked like armor when Kamala was wearing them. He wants to make real armor. Isn’t that sweet?

Now Bruno is in a coma because no one wanted to keep him safe! LMAO!

Bruno’s brother Vick tells Kamala in the hospital that she should go home and get some rest. Kamala is like “No, if my best friend is going to die during surgery then I want a front-and-center seat!” Vick tells her to get the fuck out of the hospital, so she finally does it.

But sleep is not in the cards. “Exhausted as I am, I can’t let this stand,” Kamala says as she pulls on her Ms. Marvel clothes. “Basic Becky can’t be allowed to imprison more people for crimes they haven’t even committed yet. She can’t be allowed to destroy more families. More lives…”

 Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11

All I need now is some moonshine and a gun fulla bullets! Say bye-bye, Becky!

In short, Ms. Marvel has finally decided to betray Captain Marvel, the person she admires the most on the whole dang planet. And guess what? Captain Marvel is probably going to be all sickeningly proud about it. Just wait. Calling it now.

Later that morning, Hijinx is dancing around on top of cars in the junkyard. “Look at me, planning a big heist! I sure am thinking about a bunch of questionable things! Like possibly vaporizing this lot of old cars!” He’s talking to no one in particular, pointing to a very large, red button on a scary remote-controlled detonator.

BOOM! An armored Becky slams down on top of Hijinx and reads him his Miranda rights! Hijinx calls her “Judge Dredd Barbie” and motions Ms. Marvel over to the scene. “Let Hijinx go,” she squeaks. “You’re gonna have to deal with me instead.”

Hijinx opens the detonator and shows Becky that it’s empty (complete with HA HA! Painted on the inside). Ms. Marvel explains that Hijinx planted fake bombs, throwing Premonition Ulysses the wrong scent in order to lure Becky to the junkyard! Ingenius! So now what? …um…

Oh yeah! This is all to prove how unreliable predictive justice actually is. It can be manipulated to screw over the innocent and entrap people.

“You wanna know what I see going on here?” Becky smiles. “I see Jersey City’s homegrown hero turning traitor.”

Suddenly, a car explodes, and Hijinx admits that he couldn’t go through the afternoon without blowing one thing up.

 Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11

Girls, girls, let’s just agree to disagree and compromise. Kill the innocents and let the criminals go free. That way everyone sacrifices.

Well, that tears it. Becky loads up an arm cannon and starts shooting lasers in Ms. Marvel’s direction. They fight and talk for a bit, trying to one-up each other with notions like “ethics” and “morals”. This goes on for quite a few panels before Hijinx wants to get involved. “Ninja syndicate! ATTACK!” he yells, and five other individuals dressed like him enter the scene. “TORONTO HARD STYLE: MAPLE LEAF FORMATION!”

Then Becky gets pelted with eggs. “Down with the capitalist police state!” yells Hijinx.

Fuck all this. Captain Marvel shows up and everyone stops. Ms. Marvel had activated her locator pin, and apparently Carol Danvers decided to drop everything she was doing (eating Lunchables) to assist the little twerp. Ms. Marvel fesses up to her ruse. “You teamed with a criminal syndicate to deliberately undermine our mission?” Captain Marvel asks, brows furrowed intimidatingly.

And Ms. Marvel does a whoops: “I had no choice! You weren’t listening! This isn’t fixing anything, Carol! And it’s never gonna bring Rhodey back.”

Apparently, Don “Rhodey” Terrance Howard Cheadle is dead, and Ms. Marvel just opened up an old wound. Captain Marvel declares that she’s relieving Little Ms. of duty and overseeing the Cadets herself. That oughta learn ya. “You’re lucky I don’t hand you over to the FBI for aiding and abetting a criminal syndicate. You haven’t just betrayed your mission – you’ve betrayed your own ethics.”

Ms. Marvel tells Captain to hold the phone, bitch. “If you lock somebody up before they’ve even committed a crime, you make them into a bad guy, even if they weren’t before.”

Oh look, a MAN is coming in to save the day. An IRON man. This alcoholic piece of shit swoops down into the junkyard, at the request of Ms. Marvel, and starts arguing with Captain Marvel about her little project.

“Right about here is where it occurs to me… she is never going to forgive me for this. Never.”

 Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11

Proving once again that real superheroes don’t wear capes! …except for the ones that wear capes, of course.

Captain Marvel is disappointed in her young charge, but Ms. Marvel stands her ground. And now Captain Marvel is on the defensive. “I’m trying to protect people, too! Predictive justice is about using the resources we’ve discovered to save lives. If you can’t see that then… so be it.”

Becky horns in on the action. She advises Captain Marvel to pick her to lead the Cadets instead! “No,” says Captain Marvel. Get court-martialed, red-headed sack of butts.

Captain Marvel leaves without so much as a goodbye. The cops show up to arrest Becky for impersonating law enforcement and kidnapping. Everyone leaves the scene except for Ms. Marvel and Iron Man. “Canadian ninjas? Really?” he says. “That seemed like a good idea to you?”

*laugh track*

Iron Man offers Ms. Marvel a gyro and fries to hash things out. They walk off into the sunset.

*intermission*

*laugh track*

*awooogah*

Later, Kamala runs back to the hospital after a call from Vick. Bruno is not only breathing on his own, but he’s awake and sitting on the edge of the bed! Huzzah! This calls for a gyro and some fries!

“Bruno, you’re alive!”

“Dang it!”

Well, that looks worse out of context. But I’ll leave it out of context for the ++laughs. Kamala assures the newly-awoken Bruno that she broke up with the Cadets and that, against Captain Marvel’s wishes, is ceasing all predictive justice operations on her watch! How does that sound, Bruno? Bruno?

*Bruno word-salads and then pukes up a liter of blood*

“STOP IT!” he finally yells to Kamala’s sheer surprise. “This isn’t about you! I have to relearn how to walk, Kamala.”

lol

Also, no school is going to give out scholarships to a kid who blew up a building! That sounds like his own fucking fault to me, but hey, I’m not the one making bad choices here. Heh heh. *closes browser window*

 Ms. Marvel (Vol. 4), Issue #11

Narcissistic much, Bruno? Don’t you think you’re being a tad bit selfish?

Kamala cries as Bruno tells her that he doesn’t want anything from her. “And when I tried to tell you how crazy the Cadets were getting, you wouldn’t listen. The only thing that mattered to you was taking orders from Captain Marvel. Nothing else mattered. Your friends didn’t matter.”

Tough talk, man. This is also the time to drop this bombshell: “I’m leaving. The only chance I’ve got at a future is Golden City Polytechnic Prep. In Wakanda. I’m leaving as soon as my doctors say it’s okay to travel.”

Kamala is speechless, so Bruno does all the speeching. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I just want to put my life back together, somehow, someway. Please just – just go. I don’t want to see you again.”

Well, that was pleasant! With nothing else left to do, Kamala runs out of the hospital. She looks hard at the Captain Marvel locator pin before throwing it in a puddle and walking away silently.

Final Thoughts

Kamala and Bruno will never ever be friends again! Say it ain’t so! These changes are always permanent and status quo is never reversed immediately! Waaaahh!!

Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #6 – “The Galaxy Unites”

* Part 1 of 3 of the Heart of the Drengir storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #6 – “The Galaxy Unites”! In the previous storyline, a young Padawan-turned-Jedi Knight named Keeve Trennis is in the midst of some serious shit that a young Padawan-turned-Jedi Knight doesn’t usually have to deal with. Namely, the overtaking of planets by an evil parasitic and carnivorous plant-like species called the Drengir and the overtaking of her Jedi Master, Sskeer, by same said plant-like species. It’s such a problem that even the Hutt cartel decided to drop what they were doing for an issue and help the Jedi fend off the threat.

In the end, Keeve did some Jedi Mind Touch thing on Sskeer’s head and was able to convince the Drengir that their prospective hosts are diseased and filthy! And they retreated! But at a price! Poor Sskeer is now dying, and Nintendo Switch games are still $60. It’s a tragedy.

Since this story is called “Heart of the Drengir”, we will soon find out that the species is not truly gone yet. I think blowing up planets with a Death Star is the only way to save everyone.


Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #6 [August, 2021]
Written by: Cavan Scott
“The Galaxy Unites”

Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #6

At a planet called Daivak in the Outer Rim, the local bug-eyed green aliens are running away from some pesky Drengir. Keeve thought they stopped the Drengir once and for all, but it’s not even close. “But they came back stronger, taking root on hundreds of worlds.”

Just as a couple of these lousy bug-eyed green aliens get mind-controlling tendrils in the mouth and up the nose, the Jedi and the Hutts storm in to start hacking and slashing. “Onward!” says Avar Kriss. “The Force is with us!”

Keeve wonders if it’s already too late for any of them to do anything in the long-term.

Myarga the Hutt is happy to help the Jedi beat up some plants, but Kriss tells him to watch out: pride comes before the fall. Myarga’s like “BAH! FUCK THE FALL!”

In the Starlight Beacon, Maru is concerned about Kriss and the rest of her team biting off more than they can chew. “Our new allies are challenging, to say the least,” he says about the stinky, stinky Hutts. Master Gios pops up on a hologram with an urgent need to chit-chat. “There are those on the council who share your… unease about Avar’s pact with the Hutts,” he says. Maru has faith, though, and they’re seeing some good results. Plants are dying in droves, sort of. Kind of. I think?

And what of Master Sskeer? Is he just as much of a vegetable these days? Yes! They have this poor sap propped up Hannibal Lecter-style in some sort of stasis in a ball of orange light. Keeve is there with him instead of beatin’ up Drengir. Sskeer seems to be pulling through so far as the Drengir infestation is getting cleared out, but he’s slipping away Force-like. Keeve can barely sense him, and he’s right there. Right in front of her eyes and she can’t sense him! It’s not all about the Force, kid. Use the Eyes.

Keeve asks the doctor to perform another tissue scan, but he’s already run a dozen. Keeve demands even more tissue scans!

Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #6

Yeah, the Force doesn’t love him anymore. He keeps forgetting to buy flowers. These things happen, sister.

The doctor suggests that Sskeer’s dwindling connection to the Force might not be physical, but he droops when Keeve ignores him and demands that damn tissue scan.

The scariest thing is that, if this could happen to Sskeer who is as strong and horny as a bull, it could happen to anyone!

Back on Planet Daivak, Terec or Ceret or Whoever discovers a bunch of dead aliens hanging upside-down in a swath of tendrils. Kriss doesn’t want to hear about it right now, she’s still trying to fend off the other Drengir. Swish swish goes the lightsaber. “This is getting out of control. And for once I don’t mean the Hutts.” She radios Starlight for reinforcements, but Keeve can’t leave. Maru drags her by the scruff to the Hangar Bay Five. Sskeer can hold his own right now, but Keeve has some monsters to destroy. He’ll be fine. He’s not going anywhere anyway.

Keeve presses a button the console and brings Sskeer out of stasis. I don’t know why she does this. Even Maru is like “what the fuck are you doing, homes?”

Sskeer immediately grabs Keeve by the throat with his Drengir-tendril arms and infiltrates her mouth and nose. Stupid plan, idiot.

Keeve’s brain now sees a vision of an alive-and-well Sskeer in some sort of floating tendril-filled void. Or maybe it’s really him. They hug it out, and then it’s back to business. “None of this is actually here, is it?” Keeve asks him. No, ma’am. It’s a representation of the root mind that connects all Drengir. Isn’t that neat??

So they both poke at the tendrils for a bit, which rousts them and makes them start wrapping themselves around Keeve. This all seems dire. Let’s see what’s going on at Daivak again!

Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #6

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. When in Rome, and all that. Basically, just give up, losers.

Avar Kriss can hear the Drengir song and it sounds like John Zorn. Sounds good to me, but she hates it. Very evil-sounding stuff.

Maru is at Hangar Bay Five, but there’s no sign of Keeve. The doctor gets him and shows him the sorry sight of Sskeer holding Keeve by the neck in the stasis bubble. The doctor tried to reestablish the stasis field, but it sucks and it isn’t good enough. Keeve is still conscious and mumbling though! She remembers that Sskeer mentioned something about the Great Progenitor back on Sedri Minor. It sounded like some mumbo-jumbo horseshit at the time, but now it sort of makes sense. “The oldest and greatest of all Drengir. The first seed…” Keeve says weakly. “But it doesn’t want us to find it.”

Sskeer has an idea! Within the void, they will grab onto the Drengir roots before they recede and, somehow, in some way, the roots will drag them straight to the Great Progenitor! A foolproof plan, to be sure. That damned Progenitor is the cause of all the pain and suffering…

…but it’s also absolutely gigantic and probably very strong. And horny.

And angry.

“What? No. This is impossible,” complains the Great Progenitor. “You can’t be here.”

Oh, they’re here all right. And they’re going to fuck your shit up, you ugly little thang. Oh, wait, Keeve gets impaled through the chest by a tendril, but since this isn’t really real then no harm no foul. Sskeer, on the other hand, gets so dang mad that I think he rips his own Drengir-tendril arm off of his body.

And this has a rippling effect.

Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #6

Oh no, is someone showing them episodes of Jersey Shore?

“Master Sskeer has removed himself from the Drengir,” Maru reports. “The connection is lost.” And they didn’t have time to triangulate the true location of the Great Progenitor. Aww, figs.

Lucky for Sskeer and Keeve, the Drengir scratched a name into Keeve’s arm with its thorns: “Mulita.” I’m not sure I understand yet. Are the Drengir helping them?

“I’m accessing the primary archive or Coruscant,” says Maru. “There is no planet known as Mulita within the Republic. However, there is mention of a system in ancient records dating back to the days of the Nightmare Conjunction. A system deep within wild space. Marshal, Keeve has done it –”

“– the Great Progenitor is within our grasp.”

Final Thoughts

Ohhhhh boy! I can’t wait to see Keeve fuck that Great Progenitor’s mouth shut. Stupid OG Drengir.

Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #611 – “Chapter 4: The City”

* Part 4 of 12 of the Hush storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #611 – “Chapter 4: The City”! In the previous installment, Batman thinks Killer Croc is too dumb to plan a kidnapping alone, so he’s determined to find the string-puller. Dr. Thomas Elliot visits Alfred to tell him to relay a warning to Bruce: stay the fuck in bed because the city is dangerous. Bruce does not stay the fuck in bed, of course. He’s going to team up with Catwoman to go find Poison Ivy in Metropolis (where she’s kissing Superman on the lips and hopefully killing him).

Batman and Catwoman are going to do flips and have sex all along the way to Metropolis. It’s disgusting and I hate it.


Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #611 [March, 2003]
Written by: Jeph Loeb
“Chapter 4: The City”

Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #611

Bruce arrives in Metropolis in his private plane. “It is very different from Gotham City and for that alone… I try to avoid coming here. There are not many reasons for Batman to be in this city. But no one will raise an eyebrow when Bruce Wayne comes to town.”

So, in short, Bruce fucking hates Metropolis more than I do. It’s been years since he’s actually wanted to go to Metropolis, but whatever, he’ll make the most of it. Perhaps he’ll pretend to look after some of his business interests. Perhaps he’ll stop by the Daily Planet and inappropriately hit on Lois Lane for a little bit. Maybe he’ll give Lex Luthor a blowjob. The possibilities are endless.

Thomas Elliot catches up with Bruce before he leaves the airport. They reminisce and laugh about the time Thomas Wayne brought the two of them here to the city to take in a show. Ha ha ha! Say, how about the two of them hang out together like old times?

While all this is happening, Gotham’s biggest horndog keeps thinking about kissing Catwoman. What Bruce really wants to do in Metropolis is bone Selina Kyle in the sleaziest hotel he can find. We’re talking $21 per night and a TV bolted to the wall. And not even any HBO!

Bruce asks Thomas if he told anyone that they saw Green Lantern streak across the sky in Metropolis when they were kiddos. All like “whoa” and “wow”. And instead of staying put like Thomas Wayne demanded, the kids run off to follow wherever the hell Green Lantern is going. Turns out it’s to fight some freezy bad guy who fancies himself as The Icicle. “He’ll never win!” Thomas cries as the superhero/supervillain show curves around the block. The kids don’t get back to the corner in time.

“We’re not in Gotham City, Bruce,” Thomas Wayne chastises his son. “I’m not only responsible for you, but your friend as well. And since neither one of you can be trusted, you’ll spend the rest of the weekend in your hotel room.”

They didn’t get to see the rest of the city, let alone more superhero shenanigans! Then Bruce’s parents died and, well, he never, ever saw Thomas Elliot again.

Anyway, the two catch up a little bit now that Thomas isn’t pushing Bruce’s brain back into his head with a spork. Thomas tells him that he came by the manor the other day and talked to Alfred, hoping to check on his Favorite Patient. His favorite patient who should have been in bed. His favorite patient who sucks at listening to doctors.

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Says the guy who falls off 70-story buildings every three days.

Thomas Elliot tells Bruce that he ain’t Superman. He can’t just run around town without being full-healed! You need at least a Hi-Potion to enjoy that luxury.

Back before the Metropolis visit, Batman had given Catwoman a fancy button that she can press to call him in case she runs into Poison Ivy first. Catwoman is like “sure, yeah, like I’m going to do that” and if I were her I would’ve flicked that shit off the roof.

Thomas recognizes that Bruce’s brain traveled to Mars there for a minute and calls him out on it. Always imagining sexing up the ladies, this guy. Anyway, Thomas asks a favor: play a game of Risk or Stratego with him again some day. For fuck’s sake, dude, he’s been holding onto those pieces for years with no other dingus childhood friends to play them with.

If I didn’t say that this issue is gripping storytelling so far, then I’d be a big fat liar!

Later, Bruce pops in on Lois at the Daily Planet. He has a bouquet of flowers like a true gentlemen, and her pussy melts in her pants. Lois gives him a hug while Clark Kunt pops his head above the next cubicle. Lois tells him that their dinner plans are going to have to wait, she’ll be riding Bruce’s dick tonight instead. Clark understands.

Bruce takes this moment to log onto Lois’ computer and engage in a very unsecured AOL Instant Messenger conversation with Oracle. They talk about breaking into LexCorp for a hot minute before Bruce logs off sheepishly before Perry White shows up to clap him on the back and give him a noogie. The gang’s all here! Now we just need Jimmy Olsen to come into the room, poop his pants, and do a cartwheel.

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But really, do it again and I’ll slap a bitch.

Clark is suspicious of Bruce’s arrival in Metropolis, so he’s going to become Superman and ambush him when he’s Batman! Dinner plans will really have to wait now, but that’s ok. Dinner was going to be something gross like halibut stew anyway.

In the dead of night, Batman pops into LexCorp to talk to Talia Head, Ra’s al Ghul’s daughter. These two have shown up in my comic book travels a couple of times and I don’t know or care about either of them. She’s running the place now while Luthor is President of the United States or whatever the fuck he’s up to.

Batman is here to get some ethylene. Barring that, he wants to know who has been purchasing large quantities of the stuff. But before he can really get down to business here, Batman’s pager goes off. Shit! That’s the Catwoman signal! Gotta run, but we’re not done here. There’s still the matter of a rag soaked in ethylene for some good ol’-fashioned huffin’.

“There’s something… different about you,” Talia says suspiciously. “I am not sure I like it.” Thanks for noticing Batman’s newest rainbow-colored codpiece! Exquisite, you might say.

Batman catches up with Catwoman on top of an elevated passenger train. They do a little bit of power-move flirting, which Catwoman always wins.

They find Poison Ivy in a warehouse based on no leads or prior information. That is to say, Catwoman finds her first in all her green glory. One smack from Poison Ivy and Catwoman goes absolutely apeshit. With a WHAM, BAM, DTUSH, Catwoman kicks the crap out of Ivy. She tries to bargain her way out of an ass-beating with all the money she has, but Catwoman doesn’t want her stinkin’ money. What she wants to do is take a little claw… and just barely touch Ivy’s neck… to see if she bleeds green…

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Ugh, I always, always forget about the creepy sentient plants! D’oh!

Catwoman almost asphyxiates before Batman batarangs the vine loose. “Ivy,” he says menacingly. “You are coming back to Gotham City.”

Ivy finds this all very amusing. Hee hee ha ha ho ho hee. Catwoman brought her champion? What fun! Ivy brought one too!

And for some reason, it’s Superman.

Superman has gone to the dark side, and not a moment too soon. I was just about to throw shade at his uncoolness again.

Final Thoughts

Really, bitches? You had to bring Superman into the mix? The dude smells like dried soup and he once punched a kitten so hard that it’s now in orbit around Neptune. God, I hate Superman.