Hudson Hawk
Xtinction Agenda
Left behind and much maligned, a tangled mess they wove, an action comedy tale too hastily told. Catch the excitement, catch the laughter, catch the lead into gold. "Looks like you won't be attending that hat convention in July."
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Garth Ennis - The Boys #15-30
Xtinction Agenda
In the sky, a groove twisted panic, bloody bloody panic; On land, love and bloody bloody panic; In mind, crooked timber panic, bloody bloody panic. "La Guerre. Strange that it should be feminine, do you not think?"
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Sniper: The Last Stand
Xtinction Agenda
Overwatch eyes centre-mass; chest burst, strings cut, while green and white lightless soldiers hunch down in the dark. Dead or alive, the mission will be complete. "Zondi, send it."
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Martin Scorsese - Bringing Out the Dead
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Black-circle sunken red-webbed sclera, eyes of hang dog priest begging for a slim chance at peace. To walk away from bleeding streets, plastic-bagged men who reek the wretched stench of milk, the dying, and the dead. "What the hell kind of name is I.B. Bangin'?"
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Man of Steel continued
Xtinction Agenda
This one is for The Troops. "I grew up in Kansas, General. I'm about as American as it gets."
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Zack Snyder - Man of Steel
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Coal crushed underverse condensation fragment glints among the F-35s, kept small to be kept safe and quiet before explosion, pale red and blue among beige and black. The sins of the father a playground of skulls, atomic fire like the sun. Happy ending workplace kink. "I wanted to hit that kid. I wanted to hit him so bad."
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Sniper: G.R.I.T. Global Response & Intelligence Team
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Green, shitty loose-fitting masks. Change task, lift metal, Maltese ISIS cult plan. We're off the map, man. Among the dads we are the daddest dad. Take aim and... blam. "It's fine. I'm in the CIA. Do we have anymore of that Crash."
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Grant Morrison - Superman and the Authority #1-4
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Corrosive chatter follows the flightless grey temple strongman. He travels ghost-like, gathering exiles of violence and self-doubt, dragging them into the sun. Despite this, round table lamentations shadow liberalism's end. The only option left: quit the game and bring the thunder. "Maybe it was never going to work. Not on this planet. But I made a promise to poor, doomed Jack Kennedy."
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Grant Morrison - All-Star Superman
Xtinction Agenda
"Daddy, please hear this song that I sing."
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Bryan Singer - Superman Returns
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Five graveyard years, crystal black reborn, he listens. Up where gravity fades, zone of salvation, he listens and watches. For her. Through walls and ocean sprays, her warm flesh radiates across the world. He listens. And laments his choice. "He said: You can print money, manufacture diamonds, and people are a dime a dozen, but they'll always need land. It's the one thing they're not making any more of."
info_outlineBlack slithering ooze under the skin, proptosis gestating, hybernating doom. Wars of injection rise up from under the sands, bees bred under clicking slats released like a twenty one gun salute. Enter the white surface cavern concealed where love hovers frozen, intubated. Release her and fight another day.
"Five years together, Scully. How many times have I been wrong? Never!"
