You and your rock trio face sinister madness. What is Allautou, and whom does the demon possess? Stop her- risk possession- or run for your life? Nearly two hours' game play, and even more when you compare twenty-four different endings. You can reach them all with a Choice click. With dark humor, paths containing differing motivations for the characters, creepy secrets and hidden powers, danger with explanations reserved for those who survive, alone...it's you, Lue Cypher, and (in some threads, playable character) Kane Z, versus the curse.... This is the First Select Your Excitement interactive game from Integr8d Soul Productions Versus the Curse of Allautou! Welcome. You are the player character, a musician who's joined a band for a party gig. Things started off pretty sweet. Then, a decidedly anti-social vibe starts as a ripple... Versus the Curse of Allautou by Lyron1 The story? You're a bass guitar player, hired to play in a ...

Talkin’ Headsmen Blues (another song for the Roshomonics Cycle) Beware that ol’ black rain Injection cloud into the brain Feel them thoughts of self-destruction While we steal without obstruction Try to stop me, I’ll open your head Replace you with Chondu’s brain instead And learn your friends inside and out While you search for clues, Under my machine You got the Headmen Blues My surgery can be precise With gorilla hands I make my slice Now come hear the plans I’ve got the head of a man Beside melted Jerry whose skull bones were shrank Now meet Ruby Thursday, a computer bank Was made indestructible head for her body Her perfected sphere she will give every body Stolen body say, what’s the reason for you? To help rule the world with these Headmen Blues? With a few adjustments to their minds Any mass movement they’ll just despise While we get all the cash, commodities They won’t address over population ill at ease Shrink them in our boxes, we’ll fit the world to our needs...

Listen, I may well find myself sneaking in more enthusiastic blogs about Steve Gerber's work. here, however, I believe my sheer zeal for writing has encountered a saturation point, leading me to create a beautiful new artifice that I sincerely hope will bring peace and light and fun into the lives of people still many generations to come. here's where we turn from the Gerber discussion in the past to the writing discussion that's been here all along. There's no better place to change direction than with the very best similarity. I will describe for you the Red Guardian and her introduction in Defenders #35. Then, I will begin talking to you about this idea, Sheer-Zan. ( This turns out to be one of seven pieces found in posts ahead .) To compare Sheer-Zan: One, written over the rest of this month, with Batman: Year One is to strike a very true chord. The years since I last read that story reverberated with me on the days I watched students risking their lives in T...

We begin with the fate of Son of Satan and Power Man after they vanished into that hole in the air. The splash of Defenders #25 shows Clea as she draws Hellstrom and Cage through the Crystal of Agamotto, to exit from Doc's amulet, before the hanging captive Defenders. Clea manages to make contact with Doc’s mind as he awakens. Cage frees Nighthawk, while the Soulfire Hellstrom ejects from his nethermetal trident frees Doc. Enter Yellow Jacket: “Nighthawk – what's going on here? I heard – what on Earth – ? You're free! But who – how – what?” As he points out, they have as many members as the Avengers, “maybe more”; not bad for a non-team! Doc’s still too weak to teleport them to the surface, but Cage and Hellstrom are aware of Valkyrie’s impending fate: to burn before the frightened masses. Yellowjacket’s analytical probing cannot yield what the inner whispers of Daimon Hellstrom’s intellect do. The Soulfire bursts forth upon the hidden mechanisms, and the platfo...

Lue Lyron, after Jack Kirby (not light-boxed) November 19, 2010 Meant to work on layouts. Heh. Got carried away. Inspired by Machine Man #6, 1978.

Have a need for speed? Try this technique: draw a figure best you can in 20 minutes! My 20 minute challenge is over! I do cheat and erase just a little. Then I hand letter a message for my friend's birthday!

C Lue Disharoon June 7 at 2:34am Lindsay, I've been enjoying your original music every since the first time I heard and sketched you over at Java Jones! Of course, you inspired Marc Kane to compose for the first time on guitar. Probably your most exciting musical change lately is putting together a "Crazy Horse" of your own, the White Lies, so I'm going to ask some things I've been wondering and share them with our friends! 1) how many songs did you guys write for the White Lies? 2) Who wrote them? Lindsay A. White: Thanks for asking...i'll try to answer best i can: The White Lies are sort of an extension of what I do solo. I write all the songs by myself and if I think it will sound good with the band, I'll show it to them and they enhance it with their talents. I honestly don't know the exact number of songs we know as a band but it's enough to play about two hours if we have to. I am currently finishing up my first full length album, but I sta...

Amaze me I've been enthusiastic About solutions for the world Greed has made things drastic And what of plaintive songs And excuses we’ve hurled? I won’t complain they don’t explain I suffer in my own device You have the key to troubles free While laughing back at the old advice And you...just amaze me...you You just amaze me... I hear and I, I forget See and I remember I did in spring, confusing things To understand December The feeling of some better time Already yours, and stolen rhyme From what is sweet and incomplete Before these bodies turn to dust And you believe ‘cause you must I know it’s true, to truly trust And you...just amaze me.. You...ooo-ooo, you just amaze me... I’ve seen the hopelessly burned Live life with passion What you’re most without, is without doubt Set the symbols crashing I won’t complain, they don’t explain I suffer in my own device You know the key, to troubles free While laughing back at the old advice And you...ju...

Truly (Miss Super Understanding) Vox 1: I never really mean 2 have to tell U --truly sorry Tho I would if I truly tried I’m not wasting ur time with a blur that's starry words that I can’t truly mean Vox 2: You’re not wastin’ my time Time is ours for the wasting There’s a reason the windshield’s big Where you’re tasting going, dig And the rear view mirror smaller That’s how you should live--- Vox 1: ---and that’s why I call her Miss super understanding (Together): Discover your lives in the middle of your life Uncover your life in riddle of your wife Discover your wives in the middle of your life Uncover your wife in the riddle of your life Whenever you’re ready, baby Where did water come from? Don’t let the grass grow underneath like ur sitting -busted on blocks in the yard Miss Understanding Super Miss Understanding Vox 1: I never really mean to have to tell u Vox 2, chorus: Miss Super Understanding 1:truly sorry 2:Discover your lives in the middle of your life 1:unc...

Within all things lies the information---other forms, willing generously into Intention, every necessity for realization! I feel like standing, trembling with control, extremities poised to the generation of powers, welling up inside my nature. What I knew as blood is called magma, roiling in patterns deeply, surging to declare the changes to the surface world. To think is to shudder. Stability now in waves, while tremors in our darkness declare: we do indeed, grow. Prince Nicola, Dragonvayne, flows as a consciousness on the fifth dimension, coalescing into a form, an embodiment of the metaphor of his present existence, which seems ghost-like from our remove. Emergence’s sea, drift in antipathy, the low end vibes, surrendering my good vessel to the urgencies at the shadowed heart of intentions, those seeming to fail misguided, interrupted---frustrated! Where in this lost land wait the creations of foreboding, haunting our tribes with fallen states? Mark! Where stands th...

By now, distracted, ahead... Emma: There’s more than one presence, but what they think with just barely passes for minds, or maybe It’s just a cross-species thing---I’m 25, I have discovered I do not know Everything, but I will probably realize Everything in time nonetheless. Shut y’self up, now, what’s this? The other stuff seems like...alien bodies...but This! It’s a mind, and a human one, at that, if I’m reading it right...but where’s the body? I don’t sense a flesh and blood brain! What kind of creation of the future are you, my friend? I think perhaps I will bring up the rear of this strange little party...and hope that Nicola will find whatever he’s looking for in the dangers of the forest of which I can but guess. Abril: Even in this darkest of veils, I have a light, provided me by my unseen love. I draw closer now to the world that needs my aid, and should we now find Solskin... Curious. I sense the mind of a defender such as we Dragon’s Line might need...yet puzzling almost a...

Deep in the woods, outside San Diego County, California: A National Guard soldier and a Canadian Royal Mountie are situated around a fallen tree. As night descends, the Mountie has switched on his flash light. M: And now, to liven up our mixed unit guest wild fire patrol for the golden state of California--- Pvt. Holt: Beats sitting in my tank, tho... Mountie Dave raises his voice and places his hand beside its glow, to effect a primitive puppet. performing live for American and Canadian audiences...Joyous! Holt: You sound like Mickey Mouse, dude! Okay, I’m game. What...eees...the strategy! For the Hobgoblin volley ball team, in the second half? “Joyous”: well, they really need to bomb them in the back court! Holt: What! Eeees...the plan to use gliding? “Joyous”: Here is Hobgoblins Captain: we are going to see sparks fly! The gliders are our best defense against their spikes! We’ll have them climbing the walls!” Thank you, Hobgoblin Captain! Holt: Joyous, What! eees .....(dismayed) wha...

Vanishing waves, part ten: Mr. Fantastic How did the box connect with the future in the first place? Will it happen again? Does it represent some continuous loop into the past, back through to the future? In the streets cupped by the surrounding mountains, Reed holds the helmet from his vanishing waves adventure, speaking into a thin headset: “Still processing the sights given to me while I analyzed the phenomenon.” “What does it say about our salvation as a race?” “Furthemore: is it a key to our continued existence in the biological and extra-corporeal sense---a place of life beyond life, or is it life beyond death? I realized there could be no shortcuts to what the Box promised to do---that we as a species must find it in ourselves to live open to love, to share more fully in the qualities we consider, as an aggregated form, our existence.” “Reed, I’ve been wondering about something, I can’t shake! Can we say the people did not choose to vanish with the vanishin...

He recalls her cursing, and saying, “people will die, Marv. At the end of the day, what do you think you will accomplish, my friend?” She swore. “I hate it when you won’t listen to me, Marv. Now I want you to take me back to my apartment---I carpooled with Rhona, I never have to worry about driving my own car, at any rate...so am I in the will for the Caddy, Marv?” He looked at her and gave a little smile. The tall brunette from the other night---Diamond Lil, was it? ---struts on stage to “Poison” by Alice Cooper. She keeps it simple---she is not the technically accomplished dancer---she is playing a game, savoring the sound of the man dramatically opened as prey. When he unlocked the door to his lonesome hovel, the rustling envelopes jammed beneath slithered in the moonlight licking the floor. A tired yellow burst of lamp light from the end table revealed a call for campaign contributions for Senator Rourk. Inside the pamphlet, he explained how he needed to raise funds to conti...