It’s a trope you see alot in movies. Television. Comics. Character at the end of their rope.
Focusing on a panel in a comic.
A close up on a panel, they’re crying, holding a dead body in their arms. Very much reminiscient of the classic Earth 2 Superman holding Supergirl in his arms. He cries into the night.
TAKE ME! I WILL TAKE HER PLACE!! WITHOUT HESITATION!
Simone walks out into the stadium. Lights everywhere, shining, hundreds of thousands in the stadium.
In front of her, the “Student Council.” Five of the most powerful magic users, they’ve studied and channeled each of their particular interests into magic. One wields a violin. Another a baseball bat, and wears a suit. Another
Vision blurry, Simone looks at Julian.
… I don’t want to die!
Don’t get me wrong, I love comics. Big muscley super soldiery metaphors fighting nihilism, and concepts that only make sense when you’re this big.
But it has it’s problems.
Spoiler alert, this is the issue where he comes back to life, and everything goes back to normal.
You don’t need to give up comics and wait a few years, slowly dying inside until you can finally enjoy them.
Which is why I gathered a crack team of dangerous, talented, and dangerously talented good lookers.
Its then we concocted a plan.
“We steal the diamonds.” -Tommy
“why don’t we write comics.”
*tommy throws a knife. Guy falls down and dies instantly.
“that’s crack thinking, this melon’s going somewhere.”
*go back to him, caption: “he makes it.”
Americanized indie shonen jump-esque pulp adventure comics, harkening to an era where comics fought off randian hopeless archetypes.
We call it, “Shout Action! For adventure!!”
Now I know what you’re thinking. “indie comics!? It’s either sophnorically awful or hopelessly depressing.”
We’re neither. We grew up with a steady diet of Batman the animated series, and Pixar. When we got old enough we sharpened our edges on Weezer Pinkerton and the Arcade Fire. We’re the fans. We’re you, or you’re us!
We are particle pop.
NO NO NO, that’s Microsoft’s tagline.
Hello Kickstarter, AND INTERNET.
Hi and how are you?
Now that the plesantries are out of the way, here’s the elevator pitch.
“Shout Action! For Adventure!!”
A return to classic comics magazines. Hopeful stories, pixar-esque, golden age inspired, with manga influences.
And here’s the kicker: it’s free.
Particle Pop, it’s free comic book day everyday.
That’s an idiots slogan, but it’s true.
However we’re not Japanese, and to that end can’t churn out a manga book every week.
Nor are we the slave driving big two. DC HIRE ME FOR SUPERMAN.
ANd we’re certainly not releasing yearly either.
No, we’re a gentle caressing release date, who nurtures you.
We’re releasing seasonally. Every season you get a new issue, with 40 pages of book.
To that end I’ve assembled a crack team. MUSIC GO.
*Pictures of everyone*
To make books literally made of internet crack, so enticing, compelling, and thought provoking, they end this sentence in it’s tracks.
I know what you’re thinking, “But I want to read these books NAOW.” This is where our focus on making new friends and building a community comes in. We want you to submit one page comics, dialogues, mini comics, stories that have to do with our books, or just your own ideas.
Also we want you to buy t-shirts. But that comes later, and they look awesome.
At the end of the day, we’re all just people, like you. What are you working on Sweetheart Diamond Police?
K:Bruce Banner, Tony Stark Fan Fiction.
*Point at the screen, wink, teeth sparkle*
We’re providing value, we’re building a brand, but most of all we’re asking you to join our community. Particle Pop.
So, Doctor we have our new ethics teacher here for the subjects.
Oh thank you so much. Your “gentle” fondling of this project is making it much easier for me to oversee.
Ah, I take it you don’t like me, Doctor?
I am extremely grateful that you have given my family and myself asylum. However, don’t take it personally, I’m not the biggest fan of our Government in any capacity.
Well Doctor, let’s not forget that you are a part of the Government now. And these gifts we’ve given you are so easily tossed aside.
… What’s the name of the ethics teacher
Recently promoted Major Thomas Manstrong.
The scenario is Julian and Melody both get caught up in an accident in the floating castle of the Monarchy of Grief, and they were both called there because the King and Queen, wanted to set them up.
J: Hey guys! Um… This is a total mistake, I don’t know why I’m here. I’m here to see a friend.
Guard: YOU’RE HERE BECAUSE YOU HAVE BROKEN HEARTS, AND YOU HAVE A BROKEN HEART. YOU HAVE BROKEN THE LAWS OF MAGIC AND USED YOUR POWERS TO THIS END.
J: I CAME HERE TO SEE A FRIEND!
Julian is in a room with Mr. Moon.They’re both chained with their arms behind their backs. On a higher level, in front of them, is a glass window for viewing, with two guards behind it, talking through an intercom. It’s almost like a surgery viewing room. But for firing squads.
NOTE: Mr Moon is basically a villain from Simone. Simone’s ex, a twisted emotional manipulator, who thinks that making girls feel as bad as he did during his first break up is the only way to make them better people. SO he makes himself into the dream guy for any girl, only to break their hearts.
MM: Julian Cassablanca, as I live and breathe.
MM:I heard you had become quite the lady killer.
Julian is trying to ignore Moon.
J:Hey if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to get shot in peace.
MM: You sure you don’t want to talk shop? One heartbreaker to another?
Julian is close up to the guards.
J:HEY! GUARD-Y DUDES? Can I get another firing squad?
We see a backed up shot where Julian is floating above the ground.
MM: Oh Jules, don’t be that way. I just wanted to know what you did to Simone.
Julian puts his head down in dissapointment. He charges at him, screaming.
He’s promptly thrown into another cell. His shirt’s a little ripped, and he has a black eye with a bleeding lip.
J: Thank you so much! But also, can I talk to the King? I’m telling you this is…
M:…A HUGE MISTAKE.
Behind him, Melody vague, is floating, almost doing the same thing he did, to another guard. He looks up at her, and recognizes her. FLASHBACK. (To him seeing Melody years ago.)
J:How Liz Lemon are you?
M: What kind of question is that… The MOST Liz Lemon.
K:Hey, you two actually have alot in common. Fun fact, neither of you are connected to fate.
M: No way! How did it happen to you?
J: Freak accident, glitch in reality. Terrible first date conversation.
M: Oh so we’re on the same page about what this has become?
J: As long as you tell me how you’re not connected to fate?
M: Buy a girl a drink first!
J: How many?
M: As many as it takes to kick it out of me.
Q: Get a room!
K: Hey guys, fun story too… sorry, we’ve been a little unorganized today. As it turns out, we were kind of burglarized.
J: What’d they take?
K: So as you know, we here at the Monarchy of grief help people overcome their sorrow. Then on the off chance that they don’t, we can take their hearts, and hold onto them until that person is ready to take it back on.
Q: As we did with you two.
They turn and look at each other.
M: You two?
*They turn back, stare at the King and Queen, and comically give each other a high five without looking at each other*
K: You two see where this is going?
J: I’m an adventurer archetype. Two fisted. I solve problems with these.
*Points to his muscles… which aren’t very impressive*
M: Yeah, Adventurer/Rogue type. Sci-fi. Time Traveler.
*Points to her camera, which is also her time machine, and also points to the goggles around her neck*
Q:… Your hearts. It was a heart heist.
J and M: WHAT?!
Julian Cassablanca, you’re here?
Ha! i’d heard you’d become quite the heartbreaker.
Excuse me, can I have another firing squad?
It’s not a firing squad!
Fate’s got it out for you buddy.
Because of that. I’m your future girlfriend Jules. Find me.
*She uses her camera to dissappear in time*
*Simone Apples walks out*
Julian! There you are sweetheart, the bathroom line was horrible. We’re going elsewear.
My mom will never come up again in this story. We had our time together, I grew up. I still call her from time to time, and have a talk about how life is. But she’s an outside observer. A foil, if you will.
Growing up my mom raised my on a steady diet of conservative television personalities and Jesus. As I grew up, reason won out to fanaticism.
We had a big fight once. She tried to convince me that a certain major able news network was trying to save us all with the truth. I tried to explain that no matter how loud you yelled an opinion, it doesn’t make it truer. I didn’t leave the house in a puff that night. I didn’t even leave for another year. But it set me on a path.
To me, it was never a fight about good VS evil. To me, it’s about fear VS hope.
And to me, the only option is FEAR.
Batman uses it. My mum responded to it. BWA HA HA!
But no, in case you can’t read sarcasm, I’m a hope kind of gal.
Melody has no heart. It was taken by… Something.
The different magics are fractured and can’t affect each other. If you’re a hero in adventure, you’re not a hero in mystery.
“we can make it work.”
Brace yourself for exposition.
*Melody and Julian Floating in, staring at each other, completely infatuated with one another. The is sparkling*
The world produces alot of people, and Julian Cassablanca’s singular purpose was to die. His entire life he was set up for failure, death waiting on his shoulder at all times. Until fate figured out how to use him. Julian became a sacrificial lion.
Melody vague, however, was born an anomaly. From trimester one she had no connection to fate, no strings leading her where to go.
*There needs to be an image of her walking through a park, and tons of people with spirit like strands connecting to the sky.*
Fate, afraid of what this could mean also marked her for death, but due to her unpredictable nature, this was a bit hard to pin down.
Jules, don’t look! You can’t look at me yet. I’m your girlfriend from the future.
Here. I need you to find me.
And that set him on a future that irrevocably change the world.
Dude, are you giving an establishing introductory monologue?
Unlike you, I’m still connected to fate! I didn’t even realize!! Jules, Mel, this is bad. Somethings happening. Jules are you…
Oh no… vibrating…
*Then winks and points with a gun finger at his crotch*
*Julian winks back*
*The two stare at each other infatuated*
JULIAN, YOU ARE PULSATING. FOCUS.
Right right… my heart… Dude, it’s the
EMPIRE OF GRIEF is here with a matter regarding your heart Julian Cassablanca!
*Giant castle is floating over San Francisco having just come out of what I can only describe as “warp.”