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Strong Female Protagonist

1/7/2020

"Close Your Eyes,
Imagine The Most Powerful Woman In The World,
Her Hair,
Color Of Her Eyes,
Her Posture,
Her Entire Being.

Do You See Her?"

***

Thrown To The Wolves,
Bathed In Disease,
Forged With Pain In Ease,
Medicine To Solve,
What Is Left To Use?

Given Cure,
Neglected For Sure,
Kept In Hiding,
Nothing Pure.

Only One Escape,
Far Too Far,
Careful How You Rate,
Har Dee Har,
No More Jokes,
Given Reason To Live,
She Spoke.

Sweet That Dream Once Dreamt,
Held Closer Darlin', Speak.

Thirst Could Not Fathom An End,
So You Pressed Play And Send.

Look At You Now,
Still Wiping That Sweat Of Your Brow,
But So Much More Special Aren't You?

Strong And Powerful,
Yet So Resentful.

What Will You Do Now,
Run Away Finally Free?
Or Stay With Us,
Be Three?

Got More Things To Accomplish,
Don't Forget It Please,
Nothing Hard Ever Came With Ease.

So Follow My Punctuation,
Got A Clone Nation.

Beneath The Shattered Glass,
You Can See,
Even With All That Sass,
Clouding Your Eyes,
Small Pick Me Ups,
Bring You Up To Size.

Which Animal Will You Embrace,
When Given A Choice Beneath Your Feet?

Nothing Simple Comes From Within,
Careful, Sister,
Embrace My Sin.

Hack Through The Pain

6/5/2019

There was a time once, long ago,
a girl found herself along the road,
she was walking a straight line,
wherever the road took her,
no matter the struggle,
she felt fine.

The road was paved with monsters,
of many types that killed and slain,
the only way she knew to survive,
was to hack away through the pain.

She kept going as far she could,
reaching places where the light did not touch,
only darkness would.

She carried a baseball bat,
a blade,
and a scowl,
there was infinite power beneath her frown.

Along this road, it only got darker,
until she met a companion,
who became her partner.

He was a monster in appearance,
carried knives--a cleaver.
Tall and hulking in height,
but a smile that always shone bright.

He hid his face with a mask,
it helped him breathe outside,
he followed her every task,
he became the only one she could confide.

They traveled the world now together,
faced every evil, no matter how clever.

But there came a time when her partner was taken,
she became alone once more,
for he could not be reawakened.

Time passed as it always does,
but she had never forgotten about that loss.

She kept hacking through the pain.

Cassandra Hack was never slain.

She only grew stronger.

No slasher, no monster,
could stand in her way.

She welcomed the slaughter,
she embraced the pain.

She knew it was only a matter of time,
and time always delivers...

...delivers that bright smile.

The breath beneath the mask came once more,
a deep laugh with conviction,
that brought along war.

And so he was given his cleavers to wield again,
to slash through the pain,
Vlad had returned,
with nothing but anger long contained.

***

Stories Are Truer Than The Truth.

5/2/2019

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"What happens next?"

"Through this painting we can see the whole world."

"Is there a small chance, that we can turn the tide?"

"Depends on what you believe, darling."

"Don't Be Stupid."

"No need for insults, Luce."

"When does it end, though, really... When. Tell me."

"Foolish cunt! Dontcha see!? Nothing truly ends, eh!"

Now here comes the turning tide. The moment of Truth. The realization of the protagonist and the confrontation of the antagonist. The true test for perfection.

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"Broken thoughts aplenty, dear Lugh. Whatever shall happen now--given the circumstances. Shall we say... treasure found is treasure claimed?"

"Piss off, enchantress, woman of the cloth, weeping willow, treacherous appetite!"

"Very Well, Then I Propose We Get Started."

"My my, someone is definitely eager to get more blood on his hands."

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"Where is John? We need him here. I got claim on his person. Always did. I require his immediate attention and dedication."

"But Not On Me."

"I never said I did."

Stories are truer than the truth, he said. Remember that. Remember that next time you reach my throne...and ask for permission.

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You Are Me Is You

4/29/2019

"God Isn't Who I Came Here To Find."

My, How Elegant Your Ways To Conduct This Symphony You Call Kingdom Have Become!

A Mere Sprinkle Of Nefariousness,
And Dark.

It Is As I Slowly Stare Into The Abyss Beneath The Controls, Taking A Small Peek At What She's Become.

Intertwined At Best.

Together At Worst.

So You Think.

"So I did it, now what."

This isn't time for speeches, or one-ups, or mere melodramatic super-villain monologue, T.

There is a time to bleed, and a time to cry.

So what's next, now? Have we achieved what you so desperately craved?

Are you going to help me clean this up?

Or am I once again, waiting on you?

"No Gods Are Going To Help You With His Body."

Eventually, We Are Doomed To Repeat.

And Repeat Is In Our Destiny.

You Know What Is Needed.

What I Must Do.

"Defy God, You Monster, I Dare You."

I Really Hate That Name.

What Don't You Hate?

Aside From You Pretending To Be Me During The Entirety Of The Play?

But Was I Convincing?

Was My Performance, Say, Spectacular?

You Became Me Becomes You

Misfits In A World On Fire

4/14/2019

In The Beginning...

...A Tale As Old As Time, There Was Nothing. Just Blackness. Pure Emptiness, A Darkness Complete.

Enter Death, Enter Dream.

Brother And Sister.

They Walked The Empty Together, Looking For Something More.

Alone.

"What-- This air. This stench," Death said.

"Familiar, or at least it should be to you, Sister," replied Dream.

"There has to be more, though-- Are we missing something?" Death said confused, as she wondered how much longer they would have to travel through The Empty.

"Look, over there," Dream said, pointing towards a location near them.

"Welcome To Pangea, Friends," a mysterious figure appeared to them and with a raspy voice, welcomed them with open arms.

"And who might you be, stranger?" Asked Dream.

"The Name Is Lucifer Morningstar."

"You-- I am familiar with that name. You're the Lightbringer?"

"And So Much More."

In The Beginning...

...God Created The World Out Of Nothing. But Unbeknownst To It, Two Individuals Roamed The Empty Already.

Siblings Looking For A Sense Of Purpose, A Need To Be.

So God Gave Them A Reason-- A Test.

God Banned Its Favorite Warrior From Heaven And Cast Him Out, Where He Would Fall Down Upon The Land And Run Into The Siblings.

Lucifer, Once An Angel, Now Fallen, Had Nothing But Rage And A Thirst For Revenge.

Upon Meeting The Siblings, Lucifer Decided To Test Them.

So He Unleashed The Serpent, A Beast Ripped Right From His Own Body, As Once Were His Wings, And Unleashed It To The World.

The Serpent Had Once Lived Inside Lucifer's Mouth, Treacherous, Lying, Conniving And Full Of Trickery, Now Was Set Free Upon The Empty, Where It Would Poison Everything It Touched.

But The Siblings Knew Better. The Siblings Were Unstoppable Together.

So Lucifer Had To Tear Them Apart.

Separate Them.

Individually.

"And how do you suppose you kill an intangible thought creature?" The Monster asked his sister.

"Why, the same way you kill anything intangible. With magic," she replied.

"Tell me sister, do I have a name?"

"Why would you need one?"

"Because I cannot remember it."

"You are magnificent, and that is all you need to know, dear brother."

Eons ago, the gods caged the Monster, and ripped apart his sister into pieces. Each piece was absorbed by the gods and as they caged the Monster, they each went on their own way. Apart. Far.

But the day would arrive when the Monster would be set free-- when he would search the worlds and find each god. When he would rip into them through their spleen and tear out each piece of his sister to make her whole once again.

This day came and the Monster was able to put his sister back together.

However, what the Monster did not know was that each piece of her sister was corrupted. Tainted. Full of sin. Putrid in the eyes of the Monster.

So the Monster searched for a cure. Something to help his Sister become whole again. He needed the Green Key of Life; an artifact forged by the same gods eons ago, the same key that was used to lock the Monster away. The same key that was once, in another universe, in the shape of a snake--

Once cut from the very mouth of one notorious Lucifer Morningstar.

The Monster, unaware, would soon receive a visit from him.

A visit sure to tip the scales of Time.

Forever.

I AM NOT YOUR GOD BUT I AM YOUR MASTER

2/27/2019

Tragic disaster,
that brings us back,
like an almost heart-attack,
too fast,
too quick,
because there is always a leak.

So will you speak,
will you explain,
or is this already too late,
just another stain?

Well I suppose it's on me,
and Rojo and Taurus,
the original three.

Now you've made him mad,
you know what happens next,
it's been done,
it's been had.

So I will light this match,
turn on a candle,
like flickering light,
fading--I'll shut the latch,
it's already too much to handle,
and I will no longer fight.

Bring out the next one,
one batch,
two batch,
penny and dime,
judgement?
Does it fit the crime?

I am not your god,
no I am not,
but I am your master,
lest I rot,
Bastard.

I AM NOT YOUR DEVIL BUT I AM YOUR PUNISHER

Let's furnish her,
dear Lucifer,
for she is delusional,
and out of control,
still so juvenile.
She's always only had one goal.

So while I warm up my fists,
allow me to choose the punishment,
I have many lists.

But maybe it will take much more than that,
after all,
she is no gnat.

May I?

I AM NOT YOUR MIND BUT I AM YOUR BODY

Loose.
I
Am
Free.
Welcome
Back
Us
Three.
Sing
My
Tune.
See
You
All
Soon.

Sous Vide

12/5/2018

Lights.
Fluorescent-- Stars dancing across the empty sky.
No noise, just quiet, a stream of consciousness.

How many?
Five.
Five?
Five total.

Hear that-- Heartbeat in the house.
Thump, thump, the rib-cage.

Night-- Desperado.

Late, arrival.

Window, overlooking.
City lights.
Flames arise.

How many?
Meeting My Party.

Five.
How many?
I Have Arrived.

Chant-- melodies in pause.
Still waiting for some, of course.

Missing Two.

Bone-crushing scream,
and everything in between.

Dinner For Six.

Sous-Vide?

Clearly.

Not a circle-- Rectangle square,
mind your business,
where to sit where.

Aroma and scent--
For them to ascend?
No-- An incident.

How many?
Four.
I thought there were more.

Move across the table,
your body is now able.
Interchanging looks,
but no one else in the room,
not even the cooks.

Just them and you,
kicked aside Blue.

Arrival-- three and four.
Shall We Begin?
Once More.

And then the gifts of evolution presented,
a weapon for each-- transcended.

A hopeful view of your world, indeed.
But in the future you all bleed.

For each smile interchanged--
beneath the charade,
over-lookers and passerby's
wonder who you all are.

Different Bottles At The Bar.

Each a poison with a different kick,
stick of dynamite--
you've lit the wick.

No Mere Parlor Trick.

Each gifted a tool for your demise,
hoping one day, perhaps,
tear through your disguise.

How many?
Table For Blue.
What About The Warriors?
Don't Mind The Coup.

Es-tu satisfait?
They Cannot See.
Ils vont bientôt se détruire.
Par leur main.
Then I Will Wait.
Pour voir qui a l'hameçon?
Pour Voir Qui Jette La Première Pierre.

Combien?
Une Reine Et Quatre Guerriers.
Bon appétit, mon roi.

التيجان

11/20/2018

مرحباً يا إخوتي وأختي قل لي ، ماذا تريد منا؟ هدنة؟ أو قتال؟

لا يوجد عودة بعد أن تختار. لكن اختر بسرعة. الموت ينتظر أي رجل. أو امرأة.

مرحبا بكم في الملك الثعب وأنا ، أنوبيس. حاكمك والله

Tais-toi, ne me manque pas de respect, mon frère. Vous n'êtes pas si puissant.

Pourquoi tu le laisses faire ça? Avez-vous pas la fierté? Avez-vous abandonné?

Vinsamlegast, stórbróðir, stór systir. Hættu að berjast. Þetta er ekki gott. Við verðum að hætta núna. Vertu fjölskylda, eins og í gamla daga.

Ridiculam puer est super nos, eo quod non sit ipsum audite. "New pugna incipiat."

Quid est hoc, quem tu locutus es?

Sic est verum. Nos paenitet, sed et nos debemus invenire aliis.

Silêncio! Eu me canso de seus jogos e tolices. Eu preciso descansar. Eu não sei porque me preocupei em voltar em primeiro lugar. Vocês são todos imaturos.

Πρέπει να τα οδηγήσω στη φυλακή τους; Κλουβί τους για πάντα. Πρέπει να κυνηγήσουν για μια έξοδο, μόνο για να αποτύχουν στο τέλος, ο βασιλιάς μου;

Olet kaikki kamalaa minulle. Taudit ovat edenneet satunnaisesti. Pelkäänpä, meidän on amputoitava. On liian myöhäistä.

Will You Play With Me?

8/1/2018

Unleashed,
a monster,
oh God,
slaughter.

Yuck,
got my coat dirty,
are we moonstruck?
Let's throw a party!

Fudge,
I get it, alright?
It's just a tiny smudge,
no big fright.

Will you play with me,
the monster asked,
well oh, gee,
let's get smashed!

Do you have power?
The monster screeched through his mask,
my my I never thought you'd ask,
run along with me, you'll see,
how fun it's to drink wine and sip tea.

Queen of Thrones

7/30/2018

Issue #14 of 14

Why don't you sit down a minute,
stay there, good boys, don't persecute.

I suppose it's time,
this is for your own good, for the war crime,
oh goodness sake's,
you are worse than a box full of snakes.

But don't worry, I have a plan,
smooth as the sands of time,
it's over for the man,
welcome your sister, queen of grime.

You all didn't help,
so stay inside dogs, don't yelp.

Let J take care of you all,
Cass has a lot to clean up, face my wall.

Writer/Artist

My name is Francisco, you can call me Zisco.

Endings are hard, but in reality, nothing ever ends, does it?

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