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Hey, if any of you guys are into joining a Tokyo Ghoul based forum on fanfiction, I'm starting one, here's the link:
www.fanfiction.net/forum/Tokyo…

I, by my own admission, am distinctly against political correctness. While I believe that everyone should have rights, I don't think that people should be offended over every little thing that skirts the line.

To me, the Comic Book industry is in one of it's dark periods. Neither me or (I'm pretty sure) DC has no idea what the fuck it's doing, and Marvel has taken on a new strategy for it's characters: Take their powers and give them to some other characters!
Granted, some diversified characters, such as Miles Morales, a biracial kid being Spider man, or The new Ms. Marvel which has a Pakistani American girl in the helm. They're both great. However, what makes them great is the writing, and the fact they're not carbon copies, Kamala has rubber powers, and Miles is less strong but has like a stinging touch. They are both diverse characters, but aren't based solely around their race.
Unfortunately, the same things can't be said for other heroes.
For example, Thor. Thor is now a girl. Why? Because Nick Fury whispered something in (guy) Thor's ears so he couldn't lift the hammer. And no, not even Odin, king of the gods can fix the stupid thing. So, this mystery woman shows up, grabs the hammer and boom she's Thor. In every way. Like, the, "I don't even have a different personality." every way, and to me, that's a horrible way to try to become diverse. I know that boys and girls should not be written differently, but they should be a least different personality wise, taking a character and changing their gender, is just ridiculous. And yes, Thor is just running around in the background, still kicking ass, but all the same, taking his power set and giving it to essentially his genderswapped clone is just stupid. This, to me, isn't a case of "Femminists are ruining anything," it's just more of a case  of "Poor writing is just stupid." If it would be handled well, I'd be fine with a female Thor. Heck, Storm of the X-men became Thor for an arc and that was awesome.

My advice: If you want Thor to be a woman, just kill him and have, say, actually, Make Storm Thor. That was really awesome.
In all honesty, I feel like a good example of this, is the recent captain America comics. Steve Rogers, the original captain America, has had his body finally get those years of aging that his super soldier serum prevented, so he's an old man. However, instead of getting a completely new character, what they did is they got Sam Wilson, the Red Falcon to be Cap. Furthermore, they didn't write him exactly like Steve Rogers, instead, Sam is still Sam, he's just now Captain America.
Another thing I want to talk about is the homosexual characters in comics. Marvel's got a lot of great ones; Karolina from Runaway, Hulkling and Wiccan, Northstar, that alternate dimension Wolverine and Hercules from Exiles, Northstar from X men, list goes on.Those are all great characters, particularly Wolverine and Hercules. (How can you not love an alternate reality where Wolverine has a handlebar mustache, wears a leather trench coat and spends a moment with his boyfriend to romantically remember the time he spent in hell slaughtering demons?)
My problem, is the retcons. Basically, where you take something and change it to suit your story. Case in point, Ice Man.
Long time, (Like, since the start of the series) member of the X men, Marvel announced that Ice man, who had been dating numerous women, married a few, and was known as the character who hit on chicks is gay...That's already kind of "Really?" But guess how they reveal it? Iceman confessing his feelings to...Um...I dunno, Bishop? Nah. How about having him developing a friendship with a guy? Nope. Here's how they do it.
Jean Grey: Bobby, you're gay.
Iceman: What?!
Jean Grey: Bobby, I'm a mind reader. You're gay.
Give me a dumber way to turn a character-

Hawk: Jubilee becoming a lesbian vampire and starting in a relationship with Wolverine's teenage girl clone?

...Okay, point taken...
Of course, you could just make new characters, and, I dunno, develop them, or, if you really want a gay character, take a character that hasn't really made a big deal about their sexuality, and make them. Retcons like that aren't the way to do it.
So, in conclusion, I feel like if it doesn't make a good story or character, you shouldn't write them. Alright? Just changing a trait about a character and writing them the exact same way isn't good enough if they're supposed to be a different character, and neither is heavy handily slapping a new side to a character that requires a massive retcon.
So, am I a tightass, politically incorrect ass? Do you agree? Let's hear some thoughts.
And for reference; The reason I'm not complaining about A Mexican kid named Robbie Reyes as Ghost Rider, is that I haven't read that comic yet, and Ghost rider is already sort of a mantle to inherit. 

The night air was warm, and yet the youth still felt chilled to his bones, He stood there, clutching the pocket watch his father had given him...Two minutes left. Wind began to send gusts of the dusty roads along, however, other than that, the moonlit crossroads were eerily silent. He looked at the center...Yeah, he had did the center. He had measured it and everything. He almost wanted to pray, but on this case, praying was probably the worse thing he could possibly do.
That's when he heard it, whistling. He turned, and there he was. An old friendly looking man with blue black skin, wearing overalls, a denim shirt and work boots walking down the street. “Howdy stranger!” The man said happily.
“Hello.” The youth said, nervous. The man walked over, “So, what are you doing here in the middle of nowhere in, what time is it?”
“Eleven Fifty Nine.” The young man said. The older man nodded.
“Well,  you know the story 'bout folks in crossroads at midnight; selling their eteneral souls to the devil.” The words sent another chill up the back of the youth's neck. The man looked at him. “You're what, eighteen?”
“Nineteen. Waiting for a friend.” The man flashed him a glowing, literally glowing white smile.
“Well,” He said, consider me your friend. The young man froze, partially in terror, partially in shock. The man walked over to the middle of the road, and crouched down.
“Black Cat bone, Graveyard dirt.” He laughed, “This, right here, is the good stuff.” He turned, and offered the youth his hand. “Robbie Johnson at your service.” The young man hesitantly shook his hand.
“Joseph, sir. Joseph Tobias Keaton.” His voice was even shakier as he felt Robbie's warm handshake.
“Joseph...” Robbie said, “Lots of good men named Joseph...” He pointed upwards, “He smiled on that name. So, tell me Joseph, what are you doing in the crossroads talking to strangers?
“I want to leave.” Keats said quietly.
“Leave what?” Robbie asked.
“Town. I want be able to go out on the road and have adventure, just me on the road.”
“Wanderlust. A powerful thing.” Robbie said, slicking back his white hair. “'Course, you gotta pay somethin' ta get somethin'.”
“My soul.” Joseph said quickly, “That's what you alwaus take!...?” He became less certain with every word. Robbie nodded.
“Lot of things to a soul. Lot of things you'd lose.” He was toying with the young man, tauning him.
“Yeah...”  He walked over, raising his hand, on his index finger was a ring with a blasphemous symbol, literally sickening to look upon. “Kiss my ring.”
Joseph did. Robbie smiled. Raising his hand, “And for the sake of legend...” He offered Joseph his hand. Joseph shook it, expecting a pain that would never come. “Well sir, I take your soul, your name. You shall have the roads open to you, but you shall never come home.”
The boy blinked as the last words occurred to him, but Robbie was gone. Instead, There was a car. A bright blue cadillac, therein the moonlight, Seeing nothing else to do, the young man got in the car and dove off, the engine roaring as it sped down the highway into the dark, beckoning night.
Devil's Roads
A little something to prove my life.
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So, I got the new Mortal Kombat game, and have played it...And I'm just going to say this; there are some M games that are fine to give to a person who's not M rating. The Dark Souls being a good example. MKX, is most decidedly, NOT a game that should be played by kids. There's no sexual stuff but...just, don't. This is not kid friendly.
THINGS I LIKED
-It's actually got a better story than Injustice: Gods among us. It follows the same concept of switching between characters and fighting interspersed with cinematic, alongside the occasional quick time event, but those are pretty forgiving. However, Mortal Kombat's storyline was actually much better. Me and my Dad were actually able to follow along easily, and parts like why the yellow and blue ninja hated each other so much was actually explained. On top of that, there's a lot less filler than there was in Injustice.
-Instead of your standard fare of showing up and saying something random, fights start off with a little cinematic of the two fighters talking, and honestly makes the fight seem that much more important, and honestly relevant, and this carries on into a fight. Characters will say stuff to each other during the actual match, usually after doing a combo (Sorry, “Kombo”) or such.
-The cast of characters (“Kast of Kharacters” Yes. They are really serious about that spelling convention.) is wide and varied. We got everything from a midget that rides on the back of this hulking troll thing, A bug woman, the Japanese God of Thunder and a member of a swat team to a washed up Hollywood kung fu fighter, to a cowboy. Each with their distinct personality. The big bad of the game, Shinnok, (Maybe pronounced like Chinook. They go back and forth on that.) is an absolute hoot who devours the scenery every time he steps into frame.
-And to top it off, each of the characters, (Nope. Not doing that.) All twenty nine of them, all have something called variations. Which alters them in some way. (For example, One of a Character's variations may give them a focus on doing more damage and having armor while another would allow them to teleport around.) --These make for added depth as you're not just stuck to one character's moves on one style, you can change that. And each variation will alter a character's visual appearance. (The best is Shinnok's necromancer variation; he gets these utterly adorable little bone hands.)
-While the DLC was certainly reaching in terms of pricing, (Thirty bucks for Four characters and sixteen alternate costumes for pre existing characters.) So far, I've got to admit, it's REALLY good. Jason Voorhees is an absolute joy to play as, and they manage to get him down PERFECTLY. On top of that, the next one is going to be The Predator, coming with a character getting a costume modeled after and voiced by Carl Weathers, and a lot of the alternates thus far look pretty awesome, like the lizard man being the Creature from the black lagoon.
-The Sound design in this game is really good. Like REALLY, really good. I don't mean the music, the voice acting's pretty great but what really does it is the sound effects. Trust me when I say that this game has probably the best sound effects in any medium...Which, granted isn't always a good thing, but still.
-Instead of super moves, Mortal kombat has things that I call X-Ray attacks, not sure what it's really called. They're exactly what it says on the tin. Someone gets punched? You get to see their bones break and how much internal damage that blows inflicted.
-And, what made the game famous; The Fatalities. Honestly, me and my friends really enjoy them. They're essentially rubbing your fictory into your opponent's face by giving their character a hilariously over the top death straight out of an eighties slasher movies. I'll never stop getting satisfied watching a person who I just struggled through a tough match against get cut in twain by a hulking brute with a machete.
-Online is actually pretty smooth. I haven't experienced any sort of game breaking lag.
-Considering this is actually something that is worth mentioning, this game actually gives it's female characters sensible outfits, with the exception of the magical princess. And even for one of them, dressing in a corset if justified by the fact she's trying to make up for the fact that she pretty much has a beartrap for a face,
THINGS I DIDN'T LIKE
-Unfortunately, there are some finishers that aren't over the top. And they're just...ugh. 
- Also, The X rays. They're cool and all, but seeing someone take a machete through the head, a broken neck and getting their spine literally severed and get back up and start backflipping around kind of takes all sort of impact out of it,
-Since my friend isn't going to happy if I don't mention this, there's some balancing issues. Example; Jason has two variations; One has a move that lets him teleport behind the opponent, a move that makes it so he can just ignore all of an opponent's attacks, and a move that screws with your controls. Another, has a damage boost, a healing ability, and when ever his health goes out? He just gets struck by lightning, sits up and gains up to twenty percent health back. Are we seeing the unfairness here?
- Some of the variations are a bit...Runoutofideasish. For example, Reptile, the lizard man. One variation lets him turn completely invisible. As much use as it is in a 2d fighting game, and one that basically makes it so he has a poison cloud around him. They just seem...meh.
-Speaking of Jason, they did a good job keeping him silent, but some of the character intros with him translate to, well, here's an example:
Ermac: Well...
Jason pulls a knife out of his neck, looks at the blade and throws it aside, staring at Ermac.
I don't know about you, but I don't get the sense there's a whole lot riding on this fight.
-Some of the DLC really stretches the boundaries of “Do you really need this?” Case in point; A game that is mostly based on Japanese culture and mythology getting a costume based on Brazil. Complete with soccer get ups. Or how you can put the Japanese god of thunder in a Tron outfit.
-Also, if you preordered the game, you got to play as a dude called Goro who is a troll with four arms. I didn't preorder him, yet his mug is still in my character select screen. I know it's to make me wanna buy him, but it's just annoying.
-Along the same lines, there's these two dark silhouettes that whenever you go over them it will say “Predator/Tremor coming soon.” I know, hype and all but it's kind of annoying.
-Nether Realm studios focused on making the game for PlayStation 4, Xbox one and for computer. So, they outsourced the development for last gen consoles, and they dropped the ball. First, it went from April, which is when Mortal Kombat came out, to “Summer” and now, it's been delayed again until the start of the school year at the earliest. Which, honestly seems like they're taking way too long for just turning the graphics down.
-For lack of any other word, there are parts where this game can get so nineties it hurts.
All in all, I'd say this is a great game. That being said, I don't get the sense that I can let my cousins play it for the next decade or so like I do with Injustice, I'd say get it. Granted, wait for a sale or something.
Mature Content Filter is On
(Contains: sexual themes, violence/gore and strong language)
There are numerous horrible ways to wake up,
In a bed you don't recognize, in an apartment you don't recognize, naked with that special kind of hangover that can only come from cheese stuffed jalapeno poppers and a bottle or two of tequila with the phone ringing is one of them.
I quickly answered it, out of sheer instinct. “Oi. Laoch O'Connell.” My Irish accent seemed to be thickened whenever I just woke up, or when I was wrecked. Both applied in this case.
“Weird?” They called me by my nickname. That meant they knew me, In any other position I would have seen that as a good sign, I looked around, freezing when I saw the girl with long blonde hair sprawled in bed next to me.
Oh. Well. That explained a lot. “Who is this?” I said, my voice much quieter. She was hot...
“It's Pewart.” I sighed, my mind moving off my libido and onto...whatever he wanted. Pewart was my coworker. Technically, he was a desk jockey, I was a field agent.
“What do you want?”
“I dunno man, Howard wants you.” Despite the Blankets, I immediately felt cold.
“Howard wants me?” It had only been a week since I got out of therapy for the last time he wanted me to do a job, “Why does he want me? I thought I told him after Russia-”
“Look, I don't know-look, the line isn't safe. Okay? I'm downstairs, in the lobby. Get down there! Pronto!”
I took my time. If you wake me up at one in the morning, I feel I have the right to be a petty bastard to you, I got my jeans, belt, boots, wife beater and boots...Wait, oh yeah. I went into the bathroom and got my underwear, pausing to look at myself in the mirror.
A pale man stared back at me, His chest, biceps, shoulders and neck were covered with tattoos of mythical beasts and symbols, His hair was cut down to a Mohawk that had been had been dyed bubblegum pink, not exactly inconspicuous but it let me get out of the 'Men In Black' jobs.
I got dressed, got a beer out of the fridge, hair of the dog and all that, and made my way downstairs.
Pewart is probably what you would get if you were to starve Brad Pitt and give him fish eyes, those bug eyes were staring at me with a look of annoyance. “Punctuality would be better.”
“It's one in the morning. Shut up.” I said, taking a drink. Pewart nodded,
“Come on, you know how Howard gets when people are late.”
“He's probably moved in to trying to summon a Shoggoth for the fun of it.” I said
We walked out, I always loved Pewart's car. He drove a Ford FJ Cruiser, and holy god, it is the funniest thing ever to hear a guy talk about being about secrecy and blending in and then climbing to a bright blue fun sized monster truck.
We hurled through the streets, in danger of taking out a city block in the car we were in. I looked around. “So, Again, why did he call me”
“It's Demo Check.” I rolled my eyes. Demo Check was the technical term for going into a condemned building before it comes down and making sure that it won't open a gate to hell.
Last time that happened, I got into a fight with a Meth Head, got arrested and didn't even find anything.”Why me?” I asked Pewart shrugged. “I have no Idea, it's not like he comes and consults me about it.”
We rode in silence, tearing down I-5 south. Pewart glanced at me. “So, how's Ivy?” I glared at him. Ivana Rahjaput was my on again, off again girlfriend,
“We're in one our 'off again' phases.” I said, “I mean, if your boyfriend spent a night calling sex hotlines and he says he was trying to kill a Succubus, wouldn't you dump him?” I tried to find something that would change the conversation before Pewart could respond, and I found a file in the backseat, I grabbed it and began to thumb through it.
“The Lare? Really?” I asked, the Lare was apparently this spirit girl that protected the city from monsters and such.
“It wasn't my idea...” Pewart said, clearly not wanting to have this conversation, “Besides, you deal with fairies and Bigfoots,”
“Sasquatches.”
“Whatever, what's so hard to believe about a city having a guardian angel?”
“Because I have a job, so either she's complete cac at hers, or she doesn't exist.”
“It's just my job...” Pewart said, annoyed.
We kept driving in silence, in the distance loomed three massive concrete warehouses buildings. AREA 33. current residence of one Mr. Howard Phillips Lovecraft, foremost experience on the outer black of reality and general mad scientist.
We were stopped by a gate, two men in military gear walked over to each of our windows. “ID sir?” I reached into my pocket, pulling out my ID, the man nodded.
“What is your purpose?”
“I have been asked to visit H.P Lovecraft.”
“Building 5.” The gate opened and I walked in. Building five was a massive warehouse, with numerous symbols and rites of protection written both around it and on it's walls. I couldn't help but smile,
The guard at the door was clad in ceremonial robes, holding a long scepter. He stood, poised, as if expecting the doors to the warehouse to explode outward and a mass of tentacles to come rampaging out.
Which with Howard was a possibility and an annoyingly common one too.
“He's in the Lab.” The guard told me, opening the door for me to enter.
The inside of Building Five looked like an old Gothic mansion, I stood in the foyer, the walls were covered with paintings of things man was not meant to know. I walked to one of the doors, opening it and gagging.
The smell of rotten eggs filled the room, it was a lab, desks were cluttered with old tomes, and, in the center, a tall gaunt man with very little hair was bent over a tome, using tweezers to turn the page, I swear I could see things moving on the page.
Come to think of it, there probably were.
“Ah, Laoch, good of you to arrive with such expedience.” I couldn't tell if that was him being sarcastic. “I must confess, “ He continued, “That I have been struck with a deep nameless dread.”
“Of what?” I asked, because honestly? Deep, nameless dread doesn't narrow anything down. Aside from the fact that it's a scary thing. Again, not helping.
“There is a hotel, in the Chinatown area.” He said the word with as much respect one who was still stuck in the mindset of the 1910s would has for a place called Chinatown.
“So...which hotel in Chinatown?” I asked,, Howard scowled at me.
“Do you not know of that?”
“Kind of a lot of Hotels in Chinatown.” Howard nodded,
“I shall expect word of it very soon.” I checked my watch, it would take an hour to get back home, a half hour to get my stuff, and an hour to get back and anywhere from two to three hours to do a sweep. That's eight in the morning, people would be up and about and I'd probably get arrested.
Again.
“So, It's a bit late to do it now,” I said, irritated that I had been woken up at one in the morning for this.
“So, my thought is, I'll check it tonight. When's it marked for destruction?”
“Three weeks.” Oh, that gave me plenty of time...And made waking me up so earlier even a further waste. I know I'm stuck on this but dammit, I was still hungover.
“I expect results.”
“You'll get 'em.” I promised, turning and walking out, the guard told me that I'd receive the address, but I was focused on getting back to Pewart so I could get home. Pewart looked at me as I climbed in.
“What's the assignment?”
“It's a demo check, like you said. Some place in Chinatown. A hotel.”
“Cool....Which one?”
“I have no idea.”
The first thing I did, getting home, was s get on my couch and pass out. Because Damn. I was tired and hungover and couldn't get any sort of work done in the state I was currently in.
I woke up at five, Good I had eight hours, I cooked myself some breakfast and checked my email, it was the Thompson hotel, few blocks up from wajimiya.
Well, time to get to work, I looked up the history of the building, the history of the the people who had owned the building, the history of the place the building was...I grabbed my phone and punched in a number,
“Hello?” A sweet, southern belle answered. “This is Copperfield Nursing home,”
“Yeah, hi, this is Laoch O'Connell, I would like to talk to Randolph Carter, he's my grandfather.” I drummed my fingers on my thigh as the line shifted,
A few moments latter, Howard's incredibly irritated voice came through the phone.
“What is it?”
“It's about the hotel, I've done a full back up check,
“Yes? What was in it?”
“It's more about what isn't it. I did a full background check, it was built by a miner who made it big, came up to Washington and built it, they couldn't afford to get non-extremely flammable carpets and they shut down.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Tell me what you didn't find.”
Anything. No murders, no rapes, no weirdo occult activity, no adultery, nothing. A guy owned a hotel, and that's all there is to it.”
“Be that as it may, that fell building still fills me with a dread unspeakably deep and terrible.” Somehow, being around for a century had not stopped Lovecraft's need to speak like, well, an H.P Lovecraft story. That being said, he had had first hand experience with many horrors from the Outer Black of reality, where do you think he got the ideas for hi stories?
“Alright, alright fine.” Howard was more sensitive to nameless horrors and unutterable abominations than most of us.
Finally, it was nine, I would go in at eleven. I set to work stocking up. First things first, I grabbed an old M1911 service pistol. It helped to have a gun ready, then I got a motion sensor taking out the batteries and putting new ones in, I turned it on. Listening to the pulsing, high pitched beep. Good, this one worked. I did the same with my flashlight. Couldn't afford to let either die on me.
I also got a crowbar, a ski mask and gardening gloves, putting on a black turtleneck, getting in my car. Well, time to earn my paycheck.
I pulled up under a streetlight, across from the tall dark hotel, I took one last time to go over the blueprints. Four stories, Basement, lobby and the top two were full of apartments, I walked out, putting on the mask and got the duffel bag out of the trunk, I went up to the boarded up door. Puling the crowbar out of the bag,
I walked into the building, taking out the flashlight and shining it around. There was a front desk with some mail slots behind it and a staircase leading up to the behind the counter was a door, marked basement.
And all along the walls and ceilings were large veins, as big as my thigh, where it looked like something pressed against the plaster from the inside. Well, that is alarming. Partly immaturely, I decided to check the top two floors out of it.
I looked down at the crappy, partially rotting carpet that covered the floor and the wooden stairs. No tunnels there. I took out the motion detector, turning it on and immediately turning it off as a loud, keening siren played; Well, that wasn't supposed to happen.
I drew my handgun, thumbing back the hammer as I clipped the pocket flashlight onto my pocket, and made my way up the creaking stairs, running my hand over the wall only to let out a short shriek when something warm moved under my hand, I quickly turned, staring at the wall...Another vein...Well, so much for an easy job, I ran up the stairs to the second floor, I heard rustling and clicking, like teeth clacking together, coming from the door across from me.
I kicked the door down. Checking the room...Nope, it looked like it had been looted but nothing else. I tried to ignore the dozens of lessons I learned from Horror movies, or the fact my job didn't really have all that good healthcare.
I was jolted from my thoughts when I heard crying. I quickly drew my gun, raising it and slowly made my way to the bathroom, there was a man, bearded.  “We-We were here to crash, have some pot...But, they came...two of them pulled Doug apart…just…just in half. One of 'em laid all these eggs, and another one squirted this stuff all over them. They hatched…they hatched so fast…And More of those things came out...More of them! Please, you gotta help me! Please!” He gestured at his legs, stumps ending just above the knee, I could see white circles in them....Jesus. I looked at him, before pulling out a small bag, inside were a few joints I kept, to help me unwind after missions like this. “Here,” He took one and I lit it, watching him take a puff, I took my lighter and went back out into the main room, taking out my phone, and called Howard.
“Yes? What is in the building?”
       “We have a survivor.”
       “Do you know what's in it?” I took a second to realize that he was referring to the building.
       “Not yet, I'm requesting an evac for the survivor.” Howard sighed,
       “I cannot in good faith let you evacuate one man while there is something that threatens many more within that building, kill it first and then you shall receive evacuation.” He hung up, I turned to the bathroom and walked back in, jeez. He smoked the entire bag already...I sighed,
       “Hey, I'm gonna be right back.” He stopped and stared at me blankly...Yep, he was good. I ran up the stairs, waiting for the sounds to come back in...Yes, I know it was cold of me to use him as bait, but honestly? I was getting sick of being hunted through a crappy hotel by something I didn't have the slightest idea about.
       I heard rustling, pass through the halls, good, and then I heard screaming...Good, it was going back to whatever it was doing, I immediately sprinted down the stairs, and ran into the room.
       And that's when something hard and thick slammed into me, sending me sprawling, I saw my flashlight fly out of my pocket and clatter on the floor before it was immediately covered by darkness. I quickly drew my lighter and clicked it on,
       The room was filled with crawling, writhing and skittering centipedes, pitch black with shiny shells, each one had to be thick as my leg, and they had bright red heads, the fact they had no mandibles was a lot less common when I saw one slither right up to me, raising it's head to reveal a human mouth, it's teeth clicking together, I could hear small ripping sounds as several more crawled out of the bathroom.
       The flame, however small seemed to keep them at bay, unfortunately, it was already dying out and the shifting mass seemed to get closer and closer. I staggered out, raising the torch in front of me, I could see clicking teeth reflected in flame retreat back into darkness, I could feel subtle vibrations of something sliding beneath the carpet under my feet.
       I continued to run, stumbling out into the hall, tripping on the shapes sliding through the floor, I continued to run.
       Before one swung out from a hole in the ceiling, I screamed as I saw saliva slick teeth click, inches away from my eye. I gave a choked cry, as I fell back, my lighter falling onto the floor as the heavy weight of the thing slammed me hard onto the ground, it's teeth biting a millimeter or two away from my face, I quickly grabbed it by the head, struggling with it, even as the inky swarm got closer with their teeth. One snaked out of the carpet, it's legs gliding over my stomach as it slid over.
       And immediately retreated. The lighter had caught the carpet on fire. Thank you baby Jesus. The fire grew, I could feel it's warmth burning my leg hairs off before eventually the aberration on my face retreated, I quickly sat up, and sprinted down the stairs, not stopping until I was on the other side of the fence. My bag was in the building with the fire, but honestly? I didn't care. I staggered to my car, leaning against the hood and vomiting several times onto the street, I looked up at the third floor. “Sorry...” I muttered under my breath, saying a prayer to the poor bastard. I quickly whipped out my phone, and punched in the numbers.
       “Oi, this is Weird. I was doing a Demo-check and things went Arseways...The building's currently on fire, but there were these,” I searched for a word that actually described them better than centipede things. “centipede...Things...”
       They asked for the address and they told me to wait. I went to my car, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. Watching the building burn.
       Good fecking riddance.
       About an hour, the street was alive with cars and ambulances, my second cigarette hung loosely from my lips.
       “Mukuro.” I turned, there was a man in an impeccable black tuxedo, with crop cut brown hair. It was my brother, Sheamus.
       “Come again?” I asked, looking at the flames, magic was keeping it confined to the one building.
       “The creatures you described.” He held a pad, on the screen was an sketch of one of those centipedes things.
       “So, Howard was right.” I mumbled.
       “Yes.” Sheamus turned, looking at the inferno. “Good thing you checked it out. Apparently there's been accounts of them infesting people.” My stomach immediately lurched as I thought of the man in the bathroom.
       “Jesus...” I muttered, looking up at Sheamus. “Any idea how we didn't know about this for so long?” Sheamus frowned.
       “I was about to ask. There was something shielding it's presence.” I frowned, taking another drag on my cigarette.
       “That, is terrifying.” I said. My brother nodded.
       “Something wicked this way's coming.”
       “This way came.” I replied, watching two men in firefighter outfit drag out a charred centipede and throw it into the back of a truck. Sheamus sighed.
       “Go home. I'll make sure we finish the clean up.” I nodded, running a hand through my bright pink Mohawk, I got in the car and drove off.
       Just another day in the field.

I, by my own admission, am distinctly against political correctness. While I believe that everyone should have rights, I don't think that people should be offended over every little thing that skirts the line.

To me, the Comic Book industry is in one of it's dark periods. Neither me or (I'm pretty sure) DC has no idea what the fuck it's doing, and Marvel has taken on a new strategy for it's characters: Take their powers and give them to some other characters!
Granted, some diversified characters, such as Miles Morales, a biracial kid being Spider man, or The new Ms. Marvel which has a Pakistani American girl in the helm. They're both great. However, what makes them great is the writing, and the fact they're not carbon copies, Kamala has rubber powers, and Miles is less strong but has like a stinging touch. They are both diverse characters, but aren't based solely around their race.
Unfortunately, the same things can't be said for other heroes.
For example, Thor. Thor is now a girl. Why? Because Nick Fury whispered something in (guy) Thor's ears so he couldn't lift the hammer. And no, not even Odin, king of the gods can fix the stupid thing. So, this mystery woman shows up, grabs the hammer and boom she's Thor. In every way. Like, the, "I don't even have a different personality." every way, and to me, that's a horrible way to try to become diverse. I know that boys and girls should not be written differently, but they should be a least different personality wise, taking a character and changing their gender, is just ridiculous. And yes, Thor is just running around in the background, still kicking ass, but all the same, taking his power set and giving it to essentially his genderswapped clone is just stupid. This, to me, isn't a case of "Femminists are ruining anything," it's just more of a case  of "Poor writing is just stupid." If it would be handled well, I'd be fine with a female Thor. Heck, Storm of the X-men became Thor for an arc and that was awesome.

My advice: If you want Thor to be a woman, just kill him and have, say, actually, Make Storm Thor. That was really awesome.
In all honesty, I feel like a good example of this, is the recent captain America comics. Steve Rogers, the original captain America, has had his body finally get those years of aging that his super soldier serum prevented, so he's an old man. However, instead of getting a completely new character, what they did is they got Sam Wilson, the Red Falcon to be Cap. Furthermore, they didn't write him exactly like Steve Rogers, instead, Sam is still Sam, he's just now Captain America.
Another thing I want to talk about is the homosexual characters in comics. Marvel's got a lot of great ones; Karolina from Runaway, Hulkling and Wiccan, Northstar, that alternate dimension Wolverine and Hercules from Exiles, Northstar from X men, list goes on.Those are all great characters, particularly Wolverine and Hercules. (How can you not love an alternate reality where Wolverine has a handlebar mustache, wears a leather trench coat and spends a moment with his boyfriend to romantically remember the time he spent in hell slaughtering demons?)
My problem, is the retcons. Basically, where you take something and change it to suit your story. Case in point, Ice Man.
Long time, (Like, since the start of the series) member of the X men, Marvel announced that Ice man, who had been dating numerous women, married a few, and was known as the character who hit on chicks is gay...That's already kind of "Really?" But guess how they reveal it? Iceman confessing his feelings to...Um...I dunno, Bishop? Nah. How about having him developing a friendship with a guy? Nope. Here's how they do it.
Jean Grey: Bobby, you're gay.
Iceman: What?!
Jean Grey: Bobby, I'm a mind reader. You're gay.
Give me a dumber way to turn a character-

Hawk: Jubilee becoming a lesbian vampire and starting in a relationship with Wolverine's teenage girl clone?

...Okay, point taken...
Of course, you could just make new characters, and, I dunno, develop them, or, if you really want a gay character, take a character that hasn't really made a big deal about their sexuality, and make them. Retcons like that aren't the way to do it.
So, in conclusion, I feel like if it doesn't make a good story or character, you shouldn't write them. Alright? Just changing a trait about a character and writing them the exact same way isn't good enough if they're supposed to be a different character, and neither is heavy handily slapping a new side to a character that requires a massive retcon.
So, am I a tightass, politically incorrect ass? Do you agree? Let's hear some thoughts.
And for reference; The reason I'm not complaining about A Mexican kid named Robbie Reyes as Ghost Rider, is that I haven't read that comic yet, and Ghost rider is already sort of a mantle to inherit. 

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MedusaArt Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student General Artist
Hey, are you still doing fanfic fails?
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Possibly.
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MedusaArt Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student General Artist
Okay. I have something you could use, if you're interested. It's a Hetalia fanfic my friend found.
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send it.
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MedusaArt Featured By Owner May 11, 2015  Student General Artist
Ey, dude, I forgot to invite you, and I'm aware of how late this is, but my play's getting produced this Thursday at Twelfth Night at 6:30, and the tickets are free. Again, I'm really sorry this is so late, but nearly all of my inviting was over Facebook so I kind of forgot about the people who are outside of FB/don't use it much.
I hope you can come on such short notice. :(
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You should do an MST on The Girl's Guide to Deekerism. I'd link it but it is on ED and dA considers it a spam link because it is from ED... It's horrifying as fuck though.
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ED?
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Encylopedia Dramatica!
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Well...I feel like a moron.
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I moved accounts for personal reasons Anarchy! It's me Suzy/Maxy~
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