One Hand On My Joystick

Young, hung, and sporting a lightgun: one gay boy's look into the world of debauchery and geekery.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Death By Chocolate (And Bullets)


R.I.P. Steve Rogers aka Captain America 1941-2007
I'll never forget where I was when I heard that Captain America was shot.
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Boo to Marvel. Boo to them for killing him in vain, because Civil War turned out to be weak. When we need Captain America most, he is killed by a few bullets.
Not in a galactic war.
Not in a battle with Red Skull.
Not even by a bad burrito.
Bullets. He's shaken off so much WORSE. But bullets. And they're going to bring him back with some big event and that'll be good but not GREAT. And then who will care that he died. All they want to do is make you read more about him so that they get more money.
Bullets.....feh. Pussy. I think it's allegory at how weak our country is.

Props however to DC. They are going strong with 52. It truly is one of the most epic things I've ever read. I can't get enough of it. Twist, turns, deaths and undeaths. Worlds live, worlds die. If you want to see some of the most horrifyingly delicious images and plot devices, pick it up. It truly makes the DCU feel a lot less inclined to resurrect heroes, which will make returns MUCH more amazing.

Still, I sit here eating chocolates, thinking of Cap, and other things that seem to have died, but I am hopeful will return to make things right.

This is for you, Bucky.

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