ANGEL – JULIA

ANGEL - JULIA

This image is a freeze frame taken from video shot by Linden Hudson (amateur photographer). The beauty in the image is professional model Julia Wagner. She was 21 years old when this image was taken. Years ago when she was just 12 years old she was told she had cancer and only had less than 2 years to live. The "Make A Wish" foundation gave her a Quinceanera Party because she wouldn’t make it to 15. She lived on. Her teen years were spent with chemo and surgeries. The tattoo on her body that says "Alice" was one of her cancer stricken friends in a hospital who died. Julia has made it, is an adult now, and is a professional model. The absolute best to you Julia.

Who is Linden Hudson?

CLASSICBANDS DOT COM said: “According to former roadie David Blayney in his book SHARP DRESSED MEN: sound engineer Linden Hudson co-wrote much of the material on the ZZ Top ELIMINATOR album.” (end quote)

(ZZ Top never opted to give Linden credit, which would have been THE decent thing to do. It would have helped Linden’s career as well. The band and management worked ruthlessly to take FULL credit for the hugely successful album which Linden had spent a good deal of time working on. Linden works daily to tell this story. Also, the band did not opt to pay Linden, they worked to keep all the money and they treated Linden like dirt. It was abuse. Linden launched a limited lawsuit, brought about using his limited resources which brought limited results and took years. No one should treat the co-writer of their most successful album like this. It’s just sick.)
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Hear the original ZZ Top ELIMINATOR writing/rehearsal tapes made by Linden Hudson and Billy Gibbons at: youtu.be/2QZ8WUTaS18
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Read Linden’s story of the making of the super-famous ZZ Top ELIMINATOR album at: www.flickr.com/people/152350852@N02/
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Follow this Wikipedia link and find Linden’s name throughout the article & read the album songwriter credits about halfway down at: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eliminator_%28album%29
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Linden’s name is all over this Wikipedia page as well: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Loco
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LICKLIBRARY DOT COM (2013 Billy Gibbons interview) ZZ TOP’S BILLY GIBBONS FINALLY ADMITTED: “the Eliminator sessions in 1983 were guided largely by another one of our associates, Linden Hudson, a gifted engineer, during the development of those compositions.” (end quote) (Gibbons admits this after 30 years, but offers Linden no apology or reparations for lack of credit/royalties)
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MUSICRADAR DOT COM (2013 interview with ZZ Top’s guitarist Billy Gibbons broke 30 years of silence about Linden Hudson introducing synthesizers into ZZ Top’s sound.) Gibbons said: “This was a really interesting turning point. We had befriended somebody who would become an influential associate, a guy named Linden Hudson. He was a gifted songwriter and had production skills that were leading the pack at times. He brought some elements to the forefront that helped reshape what ZZ Top were doing, starting in the studio and eventually to the live stage. Linden had no fear and was eager to experiment in ways that would frighten most bands. But we followed suit, and the synthesizers started to show up on record.” (once again, there was no apology from ZZ Top or Billy Gibbons after this revelation).
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FROM ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE (Late 80’s)(ZZ Top management comments on the deeply disturbing treatment of Linden Hudson): "It’s an unfortunate situation," added J.W. Williams, a spokesman for the band (ZZ Top). "Here’s a guy (Linden) who was a friend. It’s hard to explain…" (end quote) (Linden comments: "Yes, it IS very hard to explain, is it not?)
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TEXAS MONTHLY MAGAZINE (Dec 1996, By Joe Nick Patoski): "Linden Hudson floated the notion that the ideal dance music had 124 beats per minute; then he and Gibbons conceived, wrote, and recorded what amounted to a rough draft of an album before the band had set foot inside Ardent Studios."
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FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP (By David Blayney) : "Probably the most dramatic development in ZZ Top recording approaches came about as Eliminator was constructed. What had gone on before evolutionary; this change was revolutionary. ZZ Top got what amounted to a new bandsman (Linden) for the album, unknown to the world at large and at first even to Dusty and Frank."
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CNET DOT COM: (question posed to ZZ Top): Sound engineer Linden Hudson was described as a high-tech music teacher on your highly successful "Eliminator" album. How much did the band experiment with electronic instruments prior to that album?
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THE HOUSTON CHRONICLE, MARCH 2018: "Eliminator" had a tremendous impact on us and the people who listen to us," says ZZ Top’s bass player. Common band lore points to production engineer Linden Hudson suggesting that 120 beats per minute was the perfect rock tempo, or "the people’s tempo" as it came to be known.
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FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP by David Blayney: (page 227): "…the song LEGS Linden Hudson introduced the pumping synthesizer effect."
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(Search Linden Hudson in the various ZZ Top Wikipedia pages which are related to the ELIMINATOR album and you will find bits about Linden. Also the main ZZ Top Wikipedia page mentions Linden. He’s mentioned in at least 7 ZZ Top related Wikipedia pages.)
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FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP By David Blayney: "Linden found himself in the position of being Billy’s (Billy Gibbons, ZZ Top guitarist) closest collaborator on Eliminator. In fact, he wound up spending more time on the album than anybody except Billy. While the two of them spent day after day in the studio, they were mostly alone with the equipment and the ideas."
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FROM THE BOOK: BEER DRINKERS & HELL RAISERS: A ZZ TOP GUIDE (By Neil Daniels, released 2014): "Hudson reportedly had a significant role to play during the planning stages of the release (ELIMINATOR)."
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FROM THE BOOK: ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE (ROLLING STONE PRESS, WRITTEN BY DEBORAH FROST): "Linden was always doing computer studies. It was something that fascinated him, like studio technology. He thought he might understand the components of popular songs better if he fed certain data into his computer. It might help him understand what hits (song releases) of any given period share. He first found out about speed; all the songs he studied deviated no more than one beat from 120 beats per minute. Billy immediately started to write some songs with 120 beats per minute. Linden helped out with a couple, like UNDER PRESSURE and SHARP DRESSED MAN. Someone had to help Billy out. Dusty and Frank didn’t even like to rehearse much. Their studio absence wasn’t really a problem though. The bass and drum parts were easily played with a synthesizer or Linn drum machine." (end quote)
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FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "After his quantitative revelations, Linden informally but instantly became ZZ Top’s rehearsal hall theoretician, producer, and engineer." (end quote)
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FROM THE BOOK: "ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE" (ROLLING STONE PRESS, BY DEBORAH FROST): "With the release of their ninth album, ELIMINATOR, in 1983, these hairy, unlikely rock heroes had become a pop phenomenon. This had something to do with the discoveries of a young preproduction engineer (Linden Hudson) whose contributions, like those of many associated with the band over the years, were never acknowledged."
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FROM THE BOOK: ​SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP (By DAVID BLAYNEY) : "The integral position Linden occupied in the process of building El​iminator was demonstrated eloquently in the case of song Under Pressure. Billy and Linden, the studio wizards, did the whole song all in one afternoon without either the bass player or drummer even knowing it had been written and recorded on a demo tape. Linden synthesized the bass and drums and helped write the lyrics; Billy did the guitars and vocals."
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FROM THE BOOK: "TRES HOMBRES – THE STORY OF ZZ TOP" BY DAVID SINCLAIR (Writer for the Times Of London): "Linden Hudson, the engineer/producer who lived at Beard’s house (ZZ’s drummer) had drawn their attention to the possibilities of the new recording technology and specifically to the charms of the straight drumming pattern, as used on a programmed drum machine. On ELIMINATOR ZZ Top unveiled a simple new musical combination that cracked open a vast worldwide market.
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FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESS MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "ELIMINATOR went on to become a multi-platinum album, just as Linden had predicted when he and Billy were setting up the 124-beat tempos and arranging all the material. Rolling Stone eventually picked the album as number 39 out of the top 100 of the 80’s. Linden Hudson in a fair world shoud have had his name all over ELIMINATOR and gotten the just compensation he deserved. Instead he got ostracized."
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FROM THE BOOK: ​SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP by DAVID BLAYNEY: "He (Linden) went back with the boys to 1970 when he was working as a radio disc jocky aliased Jack Smack. He was emcee for a show ZZ did around that time, and even sang an encore tune with the band, perhaps the only person ever to have that honor." (side note: this was ZZ Top’s very first show).
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FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "Linden remained at Frank’s (ZZ Top drummer) place as ZZ’s live-in engineer throughout the whole period of ELIMINATOR rehearsals, and was like one of the family… as he (Linden) worked at the controls day after day, watching the album (ELIMINATOR) take shape, his hopes for a big step forward in his production career undoubtably soared. ELIMINATOR marked the first time that ZZ Top was able to rehearse an entire album with the recording studio gadgetry that Billy so loved. With Linden Hudson around all the time, it also was the first time the band could write, rehearse, and record with someone who knew the men and the machines. ZZ Top was free to go musically crazy, but also musically crazy like a fox. Linden made that possible too."
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FROM THE BOOK "ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE" (ROLLING STONE PRESS, BY DEBORAH FROST, WRITER FOR ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE): "… SHARP DRESSED MAN which employed Hudson’s 120 beat-per-minute theory. The feel, the enthusiasm, the snappy beat and crisp clean sound propelled ELIMINATOR into the ears and hearts of 5 million people who previously could have cared less about the boogie band of RIO GRANDE MUD."
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THE GREATEST ROCK REBRAND OF ALL TIME (by Jason Miller): "Sound engineer Linden Hudson researched the tempos at which the most popular rock tracks in the charts had been recorded. His data showed that there was something very special about 120 beats to a minute. Gibbons decided to record pretty much the whole of ZZ Top’s new album at that tempo. The result? 1983’s Eliminator. It was named after Gibbons’ Ford Coupé; it had been created through a unique combination of creative collaboration and data mining. And it was about to take the world by storm."
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ULTIMATECLASSICROCK DOT COM: "This new melding of styles was encouraged by Hudson, who served as a kind of pre-producer for ​EL LOCO … … Hudson helped construct ZZ Top drummer Frank Beard’s home studio, and had lived with him for a time. That led to these initial sessions, and then a closer collaboration on 1983’s ​ELIMINATOR.
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FIREDOGLAKE DOT COM: "I like Billy Gibbons’ guitar tone quite a lot, but I lost all respect for them after reading how badly they fucked over Linden Hudson (the guy who was the brains behind their move to include synthesizers and co-wrote most of their career-defining Eliminator record)."
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EMAIL FROM A ZZ TOP FAN TO LINDEN (One Of Many): "I write you today about broken hearts, one is mine and one is for you. I have been a ZZ Top fan since I was 6 years old. I purchased ELIMINATOR vinyl from Caldors in Connecticut with the $20 my grandma gave me for my birthday. I will spare the #1 fan epic saga of tee shirts, harassing Noreen at the fan club via phone weekly for years, over 40 shows attended. Posters, non stop conversation about the time I have spent idolizing this band, but more Billy G, as he has seemed to break free of the Lone Wolf shackles and it became more clear this was his baby. In baseball I was Don Mattingly’s #1 fan, Hershel Walker in football, Billy Gibbons in music. What do these individuals have in common? They were role models. Not a DUI, not a spousal abuse, not a drug overdose, not a cheater. Until I read your web page. I read Blayney’s book around 1992 or so, I was in middle school and I was familiar with your name for a long time. I didn’t realize you suffered so greatly or that your involvement was so significant. It pains me to learn my idol not only cheated but did something so wrong to another being. I now know this is where tall tales and fun loving bullshit and poor morals and ethics are distinguished and where I would no longer consider myself to look up to Billy. I love to joke and I love credit but I have always prided myself on ethics and principles… I hold them dear. I wanted to say, the snippet of UNDER PRESSURE you played sounded very new wave and I may like it more than the finished product. Well that’s all. You have reached ZZ Top’s biggest fan and I can let others know. Bummer. Cheers and good luck. James."​
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VINYLSTYLUS DOT COM: Much of Eliminator was recorded at 124bpm, the tempo that considered perfect for dance music by the band’s associate Linden Hudson. An aspiring songwriter, former DJ and – at the time – drummer Frank Beard’s house-sitter, Hudson’s involvement in the recording of the album would come back to haunt them. Despite assisting Gibbons with the pre-production and developing of the material that would end up on both El Loco and Eliminator, his contribution wasn’t credited when either record was released.
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INFOMORY DOT COM: ‘Eliminator’ is a studio album of the American rock band ZZ Top. It was released on March 23, 1983 and topped the charts worldwide. Its lyrics were co-written by the band’s sound engineer Linden Hudson while the band denied it.
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MUSICMISCELLANEOUS DOT COM: (ELIMINATOR ALBUM):
However, despite the album credits bass-player Dusty Hill and drummer Frank Beard were replaced during the recording process by synthesisers and a drum machine programmed by engineer Linden Hudson, who allegedly co-wrote much of the music with Gibbons despite receiving no credit at the time. Gibbons would later say of Hudson that “he was a gifted songwriter and had production skills that were leading the pack at times. He brought some elements to the forefront that helped reshape what ZZ Top were doing”. Hudson did no less than show the band how to stay relevant in an age where three guys from Texas with long beards (except famously for Frank Beard) and blues licks were one of the last things the contemporary market was demanding.

Posted by lindenhud1 on 2020-07-25 23:12:42

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Top 5 Mobile phones of 2020

Top 5 Mobile phones of 2020

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Hello Friends,

This is a review based on the extensive analysis by the experts of the MyTechStop.in in collaboration with www.GadgetLead.com

So here’s the list of top five mobile phones of the year 2020:

#5. The iPhone 11

Power by a 6.1 Inch Liquid Retina LCD display which has an HD resolution. The all new Apple iPhone 11 is a charm and dream device for many. It comes with the latest A13 Bionic chip which has the highest number of transistors in any phone in the entire world till date. It has a mammoth 8.5 billion transistors and Max CPU clock rate upto 2.66 Ghz.

This phone is a beast in itself. Power packed with Artificial Intelligence (AI) which features, face unlock within nano seconds combined by a neural engine which can take over any game or app which you can imagine of.

In simple words, this phone is not less than a powerful hand held supercomputer. Powered by many Apple™ US patents it comes with a 12 Megapixel camera, wireless charging and features such as being water & dust resistant.

Currently, in India, it is available at a price point of around INR 68000 for the 64 GB and INR 73000 for the 128 GB variant. Unlike it’s superior version, the iPhone 11 XS Max Pro, this one has only a dual camera system, however, you’ll hardly find any difference in the photo quality.

Moreover, it has the Apple’s™ fastest chip ever fitted in it. This comes in 6 new colors, 6.1 www.mytechstop.in/top-5-mobile-phones-of-2020/

Posted by GadgetLead.com on 2020-07-16 09:25:57

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RETRO DISCO CHICK

RETRO DISCO CHICK

This image is a freeze frame taken from video shot by Linden Hudson (amateur photographer). The model is Liz Ashley (Texas girl). A few years ago Liz was on the cover of Hustler Magazine.

Who is Linden Hudson?

CLASSICBANDS DOT COM said: “According to former roadie David Blayney in his book SHARP DRESSED MEN: sound engineer Linden Hudson co-wrote much of the material on the ZZ Top ELIMINATOR album.” (end quote)

(ZZ Top never opted to give Linden credit, which would have been THE decent thing to do. It would have helped Linden’s career as well. The band and management worked ruthlessly to take FULL credit for the hugely successful album which Linden had spent a good deal of time working on. Linden works daily to tell this story. Also, the band did not opt to pay Linden, they worked to keep all the money and they treated Linden like dirt. It was abuse. Linden launched a limited lawsuit, brought about using his limited resources which brought limited results and took years. No one should treat the co-writer of their most successful album like this. It’s just sick.)
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Hear the original ZZ Top ELIMINATOR writing/rehearsal tapes made by Linden Hudson and Billy Gibbons at: youtu.be/2QZ8WUTaS18
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Read Linden’s story of the making of the super-famous ZZ Top ELIMINATOR album at: www.flickr.com/people/152350852@N02/
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Follow this Wikipedia link and find Linden’s name throughout the article & read the album songwriter credits about halfway down at: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eliminator_%28album%29
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Linden’s name is all over this Wikipedia page as well: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Loco
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LICKLIBRARY DOT COM (2013 Billy Gibbons interview) ZZ TOP’S BILLY GIBBONS FINALLY ADMITTED: “the Eliminator sessions in 1983 were guided largely by another one of our associates, Linden Hudson, a gifted engineer, during the development of those compositions.” (end quote) (Gibbons admits this after 30 years, but offers Linden no apology or reparations for lack of credit/royalties)
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MUSICRADAR DOT COM (2013 interview with ZZ Top’s guitarist Billy Gibbons broke 30 years of silence about Linden Hudson introducing synthesizers into ZZ Top’s sound.) Gibbons said: “This was a really interesting turning point. We had befriended somebody who would become an influential associate, a guy named Linden Hudson. He was a gifted songwriter and had production skills that were leading the pack at times. He brought some elements to the forefront that helped reshape what ZZ Top were doing, starting in the studio and eventually to the live stage. Linden had no fear and was eager to experiment in ways that would frighten most bands. But we followed suit, and the synthesizers started to show up on record.” (once again, there was no apology from ZZ Top or Billy Gibbons after this revelation).
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FROM ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE (Late 80’s)(ZZ Top management comments on the deeply disturbing treatment of Linden Hudson): "It’s an unfortunate situation," added J.W. Williams, a spokesman for the band (ZZ Top). "Here’s a guy (Linden) who was a friend. It’s hard to explain…" (end quote) (Linden comments: "Yes, it IS very hard to explain, is it not?)
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TEXAS MONTHLY MAGAZINE (Dec 1996, By Joe Nick Patoski): "Linden Hudson floated the notion that the ideal dance music had 124 beats per minute; then he and Gibbons conceived, wrote, and recorded what amounted to a rough draft of an album before the band had set foot inside Ardent Studios."
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FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP (By David Blayney) : "Probably the most dramatic development in ZZ Top recording approaches came about as Eliminator was constructed. What had gone on before evolutionary; this change was revolutionary. ZZ Top got what amounted to a new bandsman (Linden) for the album, unknown to the world at large and at first even to Dusty and Frank."
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CNET DOT COM: (question posed to ZZ Top): Sound engineer Linden Hudson was described as a high-tech music teacher on your highly successful "Eliminator" album. How much did the band experiment with electronic instruments prior to that album?
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THE HOUSTON CHRONICLE, MARCH 2018: "Eliminator" had a tremendous impact on us and the people who listen to us," says ZZ Top’s bass player. Common band lore points to production engineer Linden Hudson suggesting that 120 beats per minute was the perfect rock tempo, or "the people’s tempo" as it came to be known.
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FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP by David Blayney: (page 227): "…the song LEGS Linden Hudson introduced the pumping synthesizer effect."
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(Search Linden Hudson in the various ZZ Top Wikipedia pages which are related to the ELIMINATOR album and you will find bits about Linden. Also the main ZZ Top Wikipedia page mentions Linden. He’s mentioned in at least 7 ZZ Top related Wikipedia pages.)
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FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP By David Blayney: "Linden found himself in the position of being Billy’s (Billy Gibbons, ZZ Top guitarist) closest collaborator on Eliminator. In fact, he wound up spending more time on the album than anybody except Billy. While the two of them spent day after day in the studio, they were mostly alone with the equipment and the ideas."
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FROM THE BOOK: BEER DRINKERS & HELL RAISERS: A ZZ TOP GUIDE (By Neil Daniels, released 2014): "Hudson reportedly had a significant role to play during the planning stages of the release (ELIMINATOR)."
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FROM THE BOOK: ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE (ROLLING STONE PRESS, WRITTEN BY DEBORAH FROST): "Linden was always doing computer studies. It was something that fascinated him, like studio technology. He thought he might understand the components of popular songs better if he fed certain data into his computer. It might help him understand what hits (song releases) of any given period share. He first found out about speed; all the songs he studied deviated no more than one beat from 120 beats per minute. Billy immediately started to write some songs with 120 beats per minute. Linden helped out with a couple, like UNDER PRESSURE and SHARP DRESSED MAN. Someone had to help Billy out. Dusty and Frank didn’t even like to rehearse much. Their studio absence wasn’t really a problem though. The bass and drum parts were easily played with a synthesizer or Linn drum machine." (end quote)
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FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "After his quantitative revelations, Linden informally but instantly became ZZ Top’s rehearsal hall theoretician, producer, and engineer." (end quote)
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FROM THE BOOK: "ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE" (ROLLING STONE PRESS, BY DEBORAH FROST): "With the release of their ninth album, ELIMINATOR, in 1983, these hairy, unlikely rock heroes had become a pop phenomenon. This had something to do with the discoveries of a young preproduction engineer (Linden Hudson) whose contributions, like those of many associated with the band over the years, were never acknowledged."
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FROM THE BOOK: ​SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP (By DAVID BLAYNEY) : "The integral position Linden occupied in the process of building El​iminator was demonstrated eloquently in the case of song Under Pressure. Billy and Linden, the studio wizards, did the whole song all in one afternoon without either the bass player or drummer even knowing it had been written and recorded on a demo tape. Linden synthesized the bass and drums and helped write the lyrics; Billy did the guitars and vocals."
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FROM THE BOOK: "TRES HOMBRES – THE STORY OF ZZ TOP" BY DAVID SINCLAIR (Writer for the Times Of London): "Linden Hudson, the engineer/producer who lived at Beard’s house (ZZ’s drummer) had drawn their attention to the possibilities of the new recording technology and specifically to the charms of the straight drumming pattern, as used on a programmed drum machine. On ELIMINATOR ZZ Top unveiled a simple new musical combination that cracked open a vast worldwide market.
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FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESS MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "ELIMINATOR went on to become a multi-platinum album, just as Linden had predicted when he and Billy were setting up the 124-beat tempos and arranging all the material. Rolling Stone eventually picked the album as number 39 out of the top 100 of the 80’s. Linden Hudson in a fair world shoud have had his name all over ELIMINATOR and gotten the just compensation he deserved. Instead he got ostracized."
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FROM THE BOOK: ​SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP by DAVID BLAYNEY: "He (Linden) went back with the boys to 1970 when he was working as a radio disc jocky aliased Jack Smack. He was emcee for a show ZZ did around that time, and even sang an encore tune with the band, perhaps the only person ever to have that honor." (side note: this was ZZ Top’s very first show).
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FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "Linden remained at Frank’s (ZZ Top drummer) place as ZZ’s live-in engineer throughout the whole period of ELIMINATOR rehearsals, and was like one of the family… as he (Linden) worked at the controls day after day, watching the album (ELIMINATOR) take shape, his hopes for a big step forward in his production career undoubtably soared. ELIMINATOR marked the first time that ZZ Top was able to rehearse an entire album with the recording studio gadgetry that Billy so loved. With Linden Hudson around all the time, it also was the first time the band could write, rehearse, and record with someone who knew the men and the machines. ZZ Top was free to go musically crazy, but also musically crazy like a fox. Linden made that possible too."
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FROM THE BOOK "ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE" (ROLLING STONE PRESS, BY DEBORAH FROST, WRITER FOR ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE): "… SHARP DRESSED MAN which employed Hudson’s 120 beat-per-minute theory. The feel, the enthusiasm, the snappy beat and crisp clean sound propelled ELIMINATOR into the ears and hearts of 5 million people who previously could have cared less about the boogie band of RIO GRANDE MUD."
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THE GREATEST ROCK REBRAND OF ALL TIME (by Jason Miller): "Sound engineer Linden Hudson researched the tempos at which the most popular rock tracks in the charts had been recorded. His data showed that there was something very special about 120 beats to a minute. Gibbons decided to record pretty much the whole of ZZ Top’s new album at that tempo. The result? 1983’s Eliminator. It was named after Gibbons’ Ford Coupé; it had been created through a unique combination of creative collaboration and data mining. And it was about to take the world by storm."
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ULTIMATECLASSICROCK DOT COM: "This new melding of styles was encouraged by Hudson, who served as a kind of pre-producer for ​EL LOCO … … Hudson helped construct ZZ Top drummer Frank Beard’s home studio, and had lived with him for a time. That led to these initial sessions, and then a closer collaboration on 1983’s ​ELIMINATOR.
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FIREDOGLAKE DOT COM: "I like Billy Gibbons’ guitar tone quite a lot, but I lost all respect for them after reading how badly they fucked over Linden Hudson (the guy who was the brains behind their move to include synthesizers and co-wrote most of their career-defining Eliminator record)."
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EMAIL FROM A ZZ TOP FAN TO LINDEN (One Of Many): "I write you today about broken hearts, one is mine and one is for you. I have been a ZZ Top fan since I was 6 years old. I purchased ELIMINATOR vinyl from Caldors in Connecticut with the $20 my grandma gave me for my birthday. I will spare the #1 fan epic saga of tee shirts, harassing Noreen at the fan club via phone weekly for years, over 40 shows attended. Posters, non stop conversation about the time I have spent idolizing this band, but more Billy G, as he has seemed to break free of the Lone Wolf shackles and it became more clear this was his baby. In baseball I was Don Mattingly’s #1 fan, Hershel Walker in football, Billy Gibbons in music. What do these individuals have in common? They were role models. Not a DUI, not a spousal abuse, not a drug overdose, not a cheater. Until I read your web page. I read Blayney’s book around 1992 or so, I was in middle school and I was familiar with your name for a long time. I didn’t realize you suffered so greatly or that your involvement was so significant. It pains me to learn my idol not only cheated but did something so wrong to another being. I now know this is where tall tales and fun loving bullshit and poor morals and ethics are distinguished and where I would no longer consider myself to look up to Billy. I love to joke and I love credit but I have always prided myself on ethics and principles… I hold them dear. I wanted to say, the snippet of UNDER PRESSURE you played sounded very new wave and I may like it more than the finished product. Well that’s all. You have reached ZZ Top’s biggest fan and I can let others know. Bummer. Cheers and good luck. James."​
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VINYLSTYLUS DOT COM: Much of Eliminator was recorded at 124bpm, the tempo that considered perfect for dance music by the band’s associate Linden Hudson. An aspiring songwriter, former DJ and – at the time – drummer Frank Beard’s house-sitter, Hudson’s involvement in the recording of the album would come back to haunt them. Despite assisting Gibbons with the pre-production and developing of the material that would end up on both El Loco and Eliminator, his contribution wasn’t credited when either record was released.
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INFOMORY DOT COM: ‘Eliminator’ is a studio album of the American rock band ZZ Top. It was released on March 23, 1983 and topped the charts worldwide. Its lyrics were co-written by the band’s sound engineer Linden Hudson while the band denied it.
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MUSICMISCELLANEOUS DOT COM: (ELIMINATOR ALBUM):
However, despite the album credits bass-player Dusty Hill and drummer Frank Beard were replaced during the recording process by synthesisers and a drum machine programmed by engineer Linden Hudson, who allegedly co-wrote much of the music with Gibbons despite receiving no credit at the time. Gibbons would later say of Hudson that “he was a gifted songwriter and had production skills that were leading the pack at times. He brought some elements to the forefront that helped reshape what ZZ Top were doing”. Hudson did no less than show the band how to stay relevant in an age where three guys from Texas with long beards (except famously for Frank Beard) and blues licks were one of the last things the contemporary market was demanding.

Posted by lindenhud1 on 2020-07-09 18:06:48

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Sandstorm: Throw It All Away (4/5)

Sandstorm: Throw It All Away (4/5)

===LoA Computer Database===

Clark falls at Kuttler’s feet, bruised and bloody, as Zod landed, he grabbed him by the throat and held tight. "Kuttler-" he gasped. "The JLA teleporters… They-"

Kuttler smiles as he places his hand over Clark’s face. Super indeed. "-Leave behind a residual trace, yes. Think of it as a genetic imprint. With this device, Superman, we’ll be able to latch on to each and every one of those teleporters, tap into their data-banks, that is to say, everyone who has ever used them, and form a link with the Phantom Zone that will drag every single member of the Justice League, the Titans and all your other fanclubs, through the wormhole, with no hope of escape. Poetic justice, no? How many times have you banished one of *us* in the Phantom Zone, or the Source Wall, or in a whole other universe."

"Not- what I was going to say-" Clark groans, as Zod’s grip around his throat tightens.

"Let him go," Kuttler sighs. "If he tries anything, well, *then* you can kill him," he mutters to Zod. The General nods, and marches out of the room.

"Go on."

"Noah, I saw it’s inner workings. It won’t do what you think it will. It will pull in *anyone,* hero or villain! Zod doesn’t want us *in,* he wants his family out, and he’s going to do it by overloading the system," Superman explains.

"Check it, if you don’t believe me."

Kuttler looks at Superman suspiciously, and walks over to the console, looking over the schematics. Putting his phone to his ear, he calls Bane. "That’s not right… The schematics are all wrong… Bane, this is Noah, I-"

A blast of heat vision shoots the phone out of his hand. Zod, had returned.

====Nanda Parbat====

Arthur reaches his hand out to his brother, standing mere inches away from him. "Orm-!" he pleaded, as a gloved hand forced his head into the sand. "How does it feel, murderer?" Manta growled, digging the trident, *his* trident, deeper into his side. "That’s how my father felt."

Orm watched with bated breath. He had no lost love for his brother. The pacifist bastard could’ve taken the surface world any time he wanted, but instead, he begged for peace. Peace! And yet, this… this barbarity wasn’t conquest, but torture, plain and simple.

"You lost my sympathy when you murdered my son. When does it end, Manta?" Aquaman gasped, as he coughed up a mix of sand and blood. Manta knelt beside him, his eyes glowing.
"With you, strung up like those birds."

~

A terrible rumble echoed through the valley. A strike from Mardon’s weather wand had critically damaged the Skull Ship, and as it crashed to the ground, sand flew through the air, knocking back everyone in its’ path, Grodd burst out from the cockpit, his face filled with animalistic rage. Tearing his smouldering cape off, he turned to face McCulloch and Rory, their guns aimed at him. "Rogues…." he snarls, as he pounds his chest, and leaps into the air. As the battle raged on, reignited by the arrival of the Misfits’ allies, the Injustice League ran for cover behind a feeble stack of rocks. Tremors from the crash landing had separated them from their camera crew, and they were terrified. "For god’s sake, we’re pinned down in here, tell me someone’s coming!" Tockman screamed, no longer concerned that his fellow Green Arrow villains might recognise him. Scarlet Skier had flown in five minutes ago, and left just as quickly.
“Big Sir texted G’Nort!” Disaster replied feverishly, narrowing dodging a bright pink arrow fired by an even brighter, rainbow coloured archer.

"How the hell did Big Sir text?" Tockman yelled back, leaping out of the way of falling debris.

"Text to speech mostly," Brown murmured, the only one with any sort of composure.

Removing his clock face, Tockman sighed, exasperated. "You know my next question, Arthur."

"Wait, wait. I found it!" Multi Man cries out in delight, as he goes through Sir’s phone. "Dear Doggie, need help from… dessert man," he finished, his face dropping.

"Dessert… You know, I really could go for a sundae right now…" Tockman said, as he unclasped his cape, and dapped his brow, his stomach now rumbling. “The last time I had a sundae was four months, two weeks, four days, and twenty seconds ago.”

“What? Can’t a man enjoy a banana split?” he added, as his teammates turned to face him, their brief moment of silence shattered with a blur of yellow and black flying above them, and quickly being dispatched by a figure just out of their eyesight.

"Sinestro!" Disaster cried out. "Who the hell took out Sinestro?!"

His question was answered moments later, as a shabby haired, foul smelling man jumped above them, a rusty old lantern in hand.
Ratcatcher looked down at the horrified group,
and, grinning perversely, turns to Cluemaster. "Hello Artie, how’s the stump?"

Arthur looks at Ratcatcher, and as he turns to run, trips and falls on his face. "It’s him!" he yells out, the memory of his disarmament years ago fresh in his mind. "Kill him, kill him now!"
As Otis approaches, giggling to himself, Disaster makes sure to pull himself, Tockman and Pramble out of harm’s way. Whatever history Artie had with him wasn’t worth getting killed over. Now mere inches from his face, Artie began praying softly to himself. He’d already survived a plane crash, this was not how he’d die. And, as Otis drew a blunt knife from his belt…
Pow. Big Sir punches him in the face, knocking him out cold, and reaches out an oversized hand to Cluemaster. "I’m not thanking you, you tub of lard," Brown muttered, as he walked off.

~

Rigger looked out towards the desert, just below them, a ninja, about twenty years old, was thrown to the ground by a mass of fur and teeth- Cheetah. Her claws ripping out his throat, Joey watched helplessly as she began lapping up his blood. King Shark, smelling the still warm corpse, marched over, and dug into the boy’s leg.
Chuck’s hand on his shoulder snapped Joey out of his trance. "It’s ok to be scared, Rig."

Rigger bowed his head. "Scared? Heh. Nah, scary is knowing that every day of my life I could get pulled over, or stopped in the street. And because I have a criminal record, no one would even think twice about it. Knowing that you’ve served your country, but your family’s deaths are written off as cold cases because they ain’t top priority. Or maybe because the building contractors paid off a couple unsympathetic cops. Couple a ninjas? Army of supervillains? Easy peasy!"

Chuck smirked. "Good. Because we’re gonna need you, buddy."

~

As Drury climbed up to the surface, he was met with anarchy. Bodies strewn across the desert, buildings on fire, supervillains indiscriminately killing whoever they could find. ‘This,’ he murmured, ‘Was no place for a child.’ Yet, defying his orders as usual, were his children.
"Hi Dad!" Axel shouts, as he flies past him, a metal crown, Grodd’s, atop his head.

"A-Axel?" he called out, turning to an equally bemused Norbert. "You brought your kids-?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice.

"No," Drury began. "I-"

"Daddy!" Kitten squeals, as she embraces him in a bear hug. Drury turns to the green and orange figure now following after them, a goofy smile on their face.
"Kitten-? McCulloch! Did you bring my kids to a warzone?!"

"Ach, the wee ones insisted," he smirked toothlessly, as he gives Axel a proud high five. "Grand job wi’ tha monkey wee man. Could’ne ha’ doon it without ye."

"Ah, well I owed him, didn’t I?" Axel smiles, gesturing to his metal arm, him and his sister’s attention now turning to the black figure behind their dad.

"Oh, uh, kids. This is your uncle Norbert," Drury mutters, still a little off balance.

"Awesome," Axel grins, but as he sees the look in his dad’s eyes, it fades, as he walks past the group in silence, and enters the palace.

~

Staggering through the desert, and relying on sound alone, Ten’s attention was brought to a familiar snapping of a camera. Watching the carnage unfold, and taking pictures, was Mr Camera. "Simms, you bastard!" he bellowed.

"Take it easy with the language, choir boy, I-" Simms calls out, his words muffled as Reardon tackles him to the ground, and smashes his glass lens. Pressing the button on the side of his mask, Camera activates his flash mode. "Smile!" he laughs, as he fires a series of bright flashes Reardon’s way, before realising his fatal error: Philip Reardon, was blind. "Oh," he gasps, as he’s swiftly knocked out.

====Ra’s’ Palace====

"Justice League. Can you hear me?" a deep voice calls out telepathically.

"Loud and clear, J’onn, good to have you back with us," Clark replies. "I’m engaging Zod, trying to draw him away from the control room. The device they’re building is a Phantom Drive, which, if it reaches full power, can and will generate a wormhole that will suck everyone into the Phantom Zone."

"Understood," Cyborg replied. "Me and Miracle are heading to the server room now, see if we can’t disable it."

"I’ll help draw Zod away," Diana adds, as she soars into the air. "Bruce?"

"I’ve got to find Ra’s," Batman said, as he attaches a sword to his belt. "He’s the only person who might stop this madness."

"You sure, Bats?" Barry asks, as he steals The Fiddler’s violin. "I reckon Bane’s the closest thing we have to a lynchpin."

"Positive."

"Oh for- This isn’t about Walker, is it?" Hal calls out, as he forms a green proton pack with his ring, and sucks up Gentleman Ghost.

"Keep this channel open, I’ll let you know if the situation changes," Bruce murmurs, as he walks up a set of stone steps, opens a door, and is pulled through a wall by a large hand.

"We’ve come full circle, have we not?" Bane snarls, as he turns a dial on his wrist. "You, me, and a choice. Do you stop Ra’s? Or do you stop the Society? Last time you couldn’t do either."
He rips a chunk out of the wall, and hurls it at Bruce, who slides under it.

"Tell me. Was it compassion, Batman? Guilt? I bet it was. You can’t help but take in strays, to fuel your self destructive quest, and here you are, about to implode," Bane gloats, as he throws several fast, hard punches.

"What are you talking about?" Batman snaps back.

"There aren’t many who can freely walk into your Batcave, now are there?" Bane smirks, as he picks Bruce up, and throws him against a wall. He reaches for the venom tube on the back of his neck, but is thrown backwards before he can cut it. "You know I planned to kill the Misfits," he continues. "Keep them distracted at a bare minimum, torment them, anything to avoid their interference… And then, an invisible assailant- invisible! lay siege to your very own GCPD. Imagine my surprise when Tetch told me that that man… was none other than Drury Walker?"

"You’re lying!" Batman retorts, as his slams a batarang into Bane’s arm.

"No! When I heard the news, I called him, told him of my plan, that only one thing remained, to tune the Batcave’s teleporter to Kuttler’s network. And he agreed. All it took… was the right persuasion."

"Ra’s… You offered him Ra’s," Bruce gasped, as he swung his body around Bane’s arm, and kicked him in the face, turning to the stairwell.
In turn, Bane grabbed his right leg, and tugged him backwards.

"Goddammit!" he yells, as he punches Bane’s arm. "Ra’s will kill him!"

"Let him! Forget about Walker. Forget about Ra’s. And face *me,*" Bane exclaimed angrily, as Batman finally freed himself from his grip. Panting for breath, he reaches for his grapnel gun, and aims it at the balcony above. "Do you know what you are, Bane? You’re a college football star, you never grew up, you never changed. You’re just stuck reliving that one match you won. The one goal you scored. The one time you broke me. And you’re not worth it," he sighed, as he scaled the stairwell.

"Face me!" Bane screamed back.

"No," Batman muttered, as he approached the League of Assassins’ Archives.
Bane paused, lost for a second, and then he yelled back "I sent Tommy Elliot, Batman! I sent Hush after Selina Kyle! Now fight me!"

As Bruce places his hand on the doorknob, he turns around. "No. You didn’t."

"Was it worth it, Ra’s?" Bruce calls out. Gaige lies sprawled on the floor, blood dribbling from his mouth, his body slowly rising and falling from each slow breath he takes.

"Yes," he said. "After all, Detective, it brought me you. "Don’t you see, the world is changing, it’s finally moving forward, and I want you by my side, by my daughter’s side when it does." He turned around, and Batman could finally see the damage Gaige had wrought. His face was scarred with three deep marks, like a tiger’s claw. His right arm hung loosely, barely in its’ socket, and his left eye was white. Colourless.
"This was all for you, Detective. All so that you might follow my example, and finally, finally take command of the League of Assassins."

"You maniac," Batman muttered, aghast. "You genocidal, tyrannical maniac. Look at the bloodshed, look at the people, your people, that have died today, because of Arkham City."

"Progress always has a cost, Detective," Ra’s mused. "The offer stands. Bane could never lead, he’s but a thug. Brutal. Inelegant. My daughters, alone, are unsuitable. But with you- The perfect heir. The perfect specimen. Think of the difference we could make… All that’s left, is to-" he trails off, as he looks at the open doorway. Standing, gun in hand, is Drury Walker.

"Drury? What are you-" Batman begins, but he’s cut off as a stream of webbing sticks him and Ra’s to the ground.

"So I fixed the cocoon gun. Thought you’d like to know," Walker murmurs, as he walks towards Ra’s, and kneels softly beside him.

"Don’t do this-" Bruce urges, as he takes a knife from his belt, and begins whittling away the netting.

"No!" Moth yells back. "I’m done playing second fiddle to you and "your" rogues. This is my story, Bats, mine! And you aren’t taking that from me. Miranda’s dead, her death won’t just be a footnote in the story of the Batman," he says coldly, as he places a cold hand on Ra’s face.

"You ever heard of Quakemaster? How about Geomancer? Nah, I wouldn’t expect you to. But when it comes to C-Listers I’m something of a expert," Drury says, as he reaches into his bag, and lifts out a pair of gloves taken from the GCPD. "I want you to feel the pain, all the pain of everyone you hurt… Everyone you *killed* when you dropped a city on them. Their bones breaking, fracturing, twisting out their skin. Their ribcages collapsing, the dust suffocating, clogging up their lungs. Course, I don’t have the time to mine under *your* city. To build my *own* bomb… Good thing, I don’t need to."

Just as Batman frees himself from the cocoon, a harpoon flies through the air, and lodges itself in his knee, a barely conscious Gaige nodding to Walker. The look he gives says everything he needed to hear. ‘For her,’
Drury places the gloves on Ra’s chest, he can’t move, he can’t fight back, the cocoon gun has make sure of that, and pushes down, vibrations shaking through his body, his bone’s crushed, he struggles to speak. And when he thinks he’s suffered enough, Drury picks up a blade, Ra’s sword- and rams it through his chest. Just like he did her.

Posted by Duncan C. Young on 2020-07-04 13:16:11

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Lights, Camera…

Lights, Camera...

} Part 7 of 7. This is the last installment of what has been the Flickrverse’s backstory of Clayface. For the complete final arc, start at “Reprise”. I want to express a thank you (that can’t even begin to be big enough) to Duncan Young, Lord Allo, and though they are inactive, Brute Eatin and FeelOkayInc as well, for that first invitation to be canon in the universe they started. And also, to anyone that’s stuck through even one of these stories, or left a kind comment: This really has been a blast, because of you.

The charge is fleeting. Morgan immediately butts heads with Bonecrusher and comes to a standstill. Ivy vaults out the way of several gunshots, with the aid of a stalk erupting through the pavement. Electro uses the plant as cover to retaliate with his own blaster. I head straight for Flannegan, still standing over my son, but Diablo throws up a funnel of fire in my way.

Zodiac: To hell with this. I’m a lover, not a fighter.

He releases smoke pellets from a cancer symbol on his suit, and just as the King of Cats lunges for him, he vanishes.

Electro: Recreant deserter!

Sims still stands out of range, surveying the pandemonium. He shakes his head at me.

Myself (glowering): You’ll beg for death, Sims. For me.

Sims (ignoring me, his words finally having tired): The big man sends his regards. He couldn’t make it, but he wanted you to know he’s thinking of you.

At that, I begin to realize several faces in the sea of challengers before me are painted. Pastel cheeks. Bright hair. Clowns. HE was still there, in the background, taunting me. I barrel through three of the henchmen, slicing one across the chest. Sims only smiles.

***

Garfield Lynns clambers out of the rubble. His hand is still tight around his tool’s trigger, but little more than a spark spurts forth in response. Fuel is leaking from his tanks fast. And three of Sims’ lackeys are approaching: Planet Master, some hulking devil… thing, and that green creep that was sucking up to Sims.

Gar (only half-kidding): … Batman?

Bulb: He’s taking a swim.

Burke: Any less-pathetic last words?

Gar: Gosh, uh, how does Sims taste?

Burke (lowering his palms): I don’t get it.

Bulb: I do. Let’s haul him back there so the boss can take this chump’s ‘headshot of death’. I didn’t develop my greatest handiwork for it to be used ONCE.

NKVDemon: I kill him here. Camera doesn’t need them all for himself.

Burke: But I wanna try the suit out on-

Bulb: NEVER MIND, someone just off him!

NKVDemon: до свида́ния, little bug.

Gar: Okay, what I really meant was…

He discreetly taps his flamethrower’s muzzle to the fuel puddle.

Gar: Burn.

The trail ignites and flows into Gar’s wrecked pack. It detonates, propelling Gar straight into Burke, too fast for NKVDemon to take aim, and back towards Karlo and the others. The blast also catches Bulb, flinging him, alight and screeching wildly, into the water.

***

I’ve gained next to no ground on Diablo, continuously swarmed by underlings and nobody-villains. In my peripheral vision, Morgan has thoroughly taken Harbinger’s Bonecrusher body out of the fight, but is being menaced by Swagman, Pyg and Karl. Ivy is still on the defense, and Electro is running headlong into a billowing ash cloud for a kill. I try to tear away and assist even one of them, only to be assaulted with the sensation of railroad spikes easing into my brain, and a nauseating, distinctive tune being hummed. Tetch had gotten within range. I thrash about blindly, but couldn’t land a single blow, even on the odd minion. Then it ceases, and I’m greeted by Gar holding his flamethrower like a mallet; Tetch, with a bruised jaw, dazed at his feet.

Gar (already dashing away from a hail of gunfire): Don’t take on Sims yet! His secret weapon… I think it’s in his h-

That’s all I can make out before Burke floats down and a gravitational surge tosses car-sized chunks of cement at me from every direction. I briefly make contact with my son’s stare before I’m entombed by the avalanche.

***

Ivy endures her plants cries as they choke on the flames that are now spreading everywhere. A few Joker goons are wrenched into the ground by enraged roots. She spies Anarky, on the heels of Gar, and scoops him up easily in a tangle of wicked-looking briar thorns. He howls, until he realizes it’s only heightening the agony. Ivy draws him closer.

Ivy (venomously): My son is going learn you and your friends are not the most terrifying force in Gotham. I am.

Ulysses (excruciatingly collecting himself in his final breath): There’ll be more h-… after me. Ngh… I AM Gotham.

His thumb pulls taut a cord under his jacket; his vest is rigged. Ivy narrowly grows a mass of branches in front of herself as the explosion shakes the entire yard.

***

The shockwave helps clear the debris suffocating me, but I make it no more than a step outside my crater before Burke has attacked again, icing me over to a Plutonian temperature. I’m helpless as I see NKVDemon approaching Gar’s hideaway; Diablo, readying to torch a pile of lumber Ivy may or may not be alive under. Electro springs out of a recently-formed ditch and zaps Dorian with his firearm. Before my eyes, the mad doctor shrinks to the size of a tangerine, and Electro gleefully crushes the pitiful thing. I would have gladly turned away, if not for my cocoon. What have I wrought?

Electro’s celebration is cut off by shrapnel ripping into his shoulder. He trips. I hear a muffled decree of revenge before he hits a button on his belt and warps into nothingness, just as Swagman fires at him again. Morgan bolts at him from behind, with Pyg’s cleaver wedged in his collarbone. Swagman draws his own blade and the pair tussles up and over a trench carved in the concrete, out of sight. Burke hasn’t let up on my prison for one moment. Sims… I see Sims looking hideously pleased. He’s about to call it a wrap.

?: A bloodbath, and I reccceived no invitation? I ssshould be insssulted.

a second, deeper rasp, piercing the battleground: Bad call, Camera. Word travels fast in our line of work… I didn’t even ask the coin for this one.

A Thompson submachine gun being cocked finally betrays the location of the echoing voices. Sims’ forces turn as one to see Two-Face and his gang, Dr. Hellfern, The Mad Monk and even Magan, marching in behind me. Some of my oldest comrades. I hadn’t even asked them.

Magan: Hhnngm FNGND.

Sims: … What?

Hellfern (injecting something into his forearm): Er sagte, … ”you’re fucked.”

Diablo acts faster than anyone, lobbing two quick fireballs at the group. Magan unpacks his sandblaster and turns it on the projectiles. The collision fuses the sand to glass, and multitudes of shards fly into Diablo’s eyes, as well as a few larger ones into Burke’s suit. They aren’t dead, but their successive moans tell me that prospect wouldn’t be entirely disagreeable to them. The Mad Monk darts forward, displacing clowns like water, hurling a few straight up. Hellfern is now metamorphosing into a gangling monster, protrusions of unnatural bone all along his back.

Hellfern: Now I have become death.

Pyg (the first in Hellfern’s path): Oh my… you *snort* are ALREADY perfect…

Hellfern backhands Pyg, joining in The Monk’s carnage. Gar and I are freed now, back to back with Dent, as everyone Sims has left rallies. I can’t see Ivy; the rain has increased, and the entire area is a smoldering maze.

***

Ivy stirs under the wood pile, feeling a cold hand on her arm. It’s… The Mad Monk? When did…

Tepes: Ssstay out of sssight; I can sssmell internal bleeding.

She ignores him, standing with some travail. An atrocious creature with Doctor Death’s unmistakable facial hair teeters after the vampire, dragging a body like a doll.

Tepes: The boy, Hellfern! Ssspare only the one that appearsss as Clayfaccce!

Ivy sees they’re making a beeline for Sims and Flannegan; the two, along with her son, are almost backed up to the water’s edge. All their defenses are occupied by Basil. She meets Sims’ eyes from a distance. There’s worry in them. And she savors it.

Sims (pushing along his feeble captive and directing Flannegan with a nod): That’d be your department.

Tepes is upon him first. With his staff, Flannegan counters three swipes from the hooked, undead fingers, and with a fourth move, drives the blunt end into Tepes’ neck. The Monk gurgles and bellows, as Flannegan snaps his own weapon in half, bashing Tepes in the forehead the lantern, and finally thrusting the final section of the rod into his heart. Ivy hasn’t managed more than a few yards, in her condition.

Flannegan: And the next…

Hellfern wails like a phantom, slashing at his much shorter foe. Flannegan lures his attacks towards a stack of tires, rolling out of way for Hellfern to stab into the rubber and negate their lethality. The swings are still powerful though, and just one nicking Flannegan’s calf slings him upside down into a brick wall. Hellfern fails to finish the job, however, downed by two potshots in the skull, courtesy of NKVDemon. The Russian himself receives several stray bullets seconds later, from Two-Face’s gun.

Ivy sees her opportunity, but falters as she nears Flannegan. He wipes a glove on his leg, and bends down to her. He removes his mask.

Flannegan (hovering close enough to feel her breath): Go ahead, plant one on me.

Her fist flies up, but not to his face. A sizable, lush tree with green fruits pushes through the ground, but no vines or barbs reach out at Flannegan. She slumps.

Flannegan: Cute. Yeah, not really my type anyway.

He stretches, looking up at the rain trickling through the leaves and onto his eyes.

Flannegan: You know, I would’ve helped you and Basil if you’d come to me first. Just the luck of the draw. You both could’ve stood to be mor- agh… gAAH… HAUUG-

The sap of the manchineel tree behind Flannegan has already begun exhibiting its blistering effects, only spurred on by the rain carrying it. Ocular and respiratory damages, Ivy knows, will follow next. She and Flannegan both crumple.

***

Magan, Gar and Two-Face are all pinned down, but there doesn’t appear to be any more heavy-hitters to have a chance at slowing me. Sims must still be trapped along the shore. I start to transform into a Joker thug, but I’m blindsided by someone we’ve all overlooked: Hagen. Still taking cheap shots. We trade punches and attempts to draw in the others’ mind, ending in a stalemate just far enough from Sims, and my son, to be seen through the haze.

Myself (to Hagen, via our current telepathic link): I’m sure you’d like to think you’re my arch-enemy, Hagen, but I’m killing you quickly. Not even for Cassie will I give you the satisfaction…

Hagen (also through the link, barely warding off my onslaught): Cassie… alive. Please… make it seem… I’m dead… or Sims will… my friends…

Sims cannot see from his position that Hagen’s hand is stretched out to a manhole, a portion of himself preparing to sever.

Hagen (pleading): I failed his plan… Please Basil… I have… other life.

Any longer and Sims will know something is wrong. I steel myself, hardly believing it as I allow just enough of Hagen to wriggle out of sight. The faintest “Thank-“ reverberates through what I still have left of him in my clutches. Then I lay it on hard, for Sims’ enjoyment.

Myself (with the Hagen decoy): This… is what I promised you… for stealing from me!

Sims sees me consume what he thinks is the last of Hagen, and he fidgets slightly as I turn to him. My sons eyes are so, so empty now.

Myself: Release him. You can’t do anything else.

Sims (hoisting the boy to his feet): Y’know how I know you’re wrong? Because what I’m going to kill you with, I already tried out. On Sloane. Yeah, he DID remember you. I had Hagen replace him because that imbecile, after you burned his face off, FORGAVE you, in his last moments. So I put the sap out of his delusional misery.

I’m at a loss. What could I say, “How could you”? After what I had done?

Sims: Gotham’s underworld is stagnating, with the likes of you at the helm. I’ll be giving back to the lifestyle you claimed to care about… once you’re a lifeless mound.

Can my son hold himself together if he should fall in the water? Don’t let this happen…

Myself: I sent you down the wrong path… Harry. I never would have let you take this road if I knew-

Sims (through his teeth): That I would be better than you at it! You. STILL. Can’t say it!

Myself: Let me be a better father to him than I was to you. I can’t fix anything here, only move past.

Sims (ready to shove the boy): Save it!

A sudden splash startles us both, and a cord fired from the bay a few meters out snags Sims’ pant leg. He hollers as The Batman, still grappling with the yellow scuba diver, succeeds in toppling him. I react just in time to catch my son, who made no movement to stop from falling in himself. And like that, at long last, my child is there, in my arms. He looks like me, but I can’t feel me at all when I hold him; he’s really himself. His own.

Myself: Do you know me?

He finally overcomes his trance. His hand tries to point at me.

Myself: Do you know… your mother?

My son (now extending a hand to the ground): Cold… below…

More violent breaches of the water’s surface ring out, and I’m reminded of our need to flee. Gar is a distance away, just now making it through a stilled battlefield.

Gar (checking his back): Basil? You got him, let’s go!

Myself (to my son, as I begin to lead him away to cover): I understand. I’ll take you back to the sewer. You’ll never have to see any of this again.

His grip now equals my own, and I know he comprehends. I would make good on what I said to her all that time ago. He would be my one wise choice. Not a repeat. Not a mistake. She could heal him again. Knowing that, I could rest.

***

Sims flounders and sputters. Tiger Shark still hasn’t done away with The Bat. And now, Basil is going to get away… The thought flows through his veins, and gives him new strength. He kicks and claws his way out of the mess of cable and cape, overflowing with loathing. He rockets straight onto land on his stomach, letting loose a bloodcurdling shriek, flicking the new mechanism behind his mask. The helmet is waterlogged, but he hears Gar’s concerned cry to Basil; he’s in range. Sims takes the shot.

***

Gar sees Basil and the kid rounding a barrier from Sims’ attack, as he falls back himself, behind a container, shutting his eyes. There’s still a white puff that penetrates his lids, and for an instant, he thinks he’s done for. But he still feels the gravel under his head. The newly acquired burns. He cracks one eye, then crawls back to the open.

There’s Basil… or his son?.. Standing over… dust. Already the pile is being carried away in the runoff.

Gar: Jesus… Basil?

They don’t say anything, just stand like a statue, save for trembling hands. Sims, folded over the dock, rips off his helmet. He too witnesses the scene, and begins half-choking, half falling over himself in hysterics.

Sims (in stitches): It… it doesn’t matter! Ha ha… It’s even more perfect in a way… It…

A spray of bullets scares Sims into submerging. Two-Face hikes up into the scene.

Two-Face: Which of them..?

Gar: I don’t know.

Ivy is has found it in herself to rise again. She sees the last of the unknown victim slide away, in addition to the survivor standing over it. He looks at her with such departure and a quality of lostness. It’s her turn as a statue when the Clayface still living descends into a grate. Gar sprints to it, calling out, but they’re gone.

***

Sims regains his head as Tiger Shark throws him down.

Sims: We’re on… ground…

Tiger Shark: My sub. Bats is shish kebab-ed, good as dead. Now cough up.

Sims (breaking into a laugh again): Good as dead. Aheh. GOOD, as dead. As most things ar-

Tiger Shark (punching him): You full of it? I want my payment, asshat.

Sims (composing momentarily): You’ll get your fortune. The previous holder… won’t miss it. He hasn’t for a while. H-ha…

Tiger Shark (dropping him again): I plan to wear a REAL suit before my career is up, you get me? I’m done with this dress-up crap. You try to get funny, I’ll feed you your hands.

Sims pets the photo in his pocket. Damaged, but distinguishable. Basil Karlo’s last moment alive. It will need a frame.

***

Ivy turns as The Mad Monk, singed and impaled, joins the rest.

Tepes (removing the skewer): Amateursss, ssstill consssulting fairytalesss to ssslay me…

Two-Face: If that putz didn’t drown, he and I are having words… Where are you headed, Lynns?

Gar: … Drink.

Ivy cradles Morgan’s massive head. He now carries Swagman’s machete in his chest too. The blood has pooled as high as his heels.

Morgan: Did Basil… get…

Ivy: Yes.

Morgan (every syllable arduous): He told me… your son. Back when he was better… he liked Creighton. For a name. Had he said…

The bestial man’s muscles stop being ridged. Ivy’s head bows.

Tepes (walking with Hellfern’s broken form): He mussst be returned to hisss lab, with hassste.

He pauses only briefly, before soaring away.

Tepes: My… condolensssesss.

Magan punts a rock.

Two-Face: One of them was still there! Go after him, before-

Ivy: He won’t come back. Neither of them. Whichever one it was.

***

Cassie sits up. Not the first time she had done so, greeted by broken ribs and a nasal cannula. God she hated those. Alfred is standing by, alerted by the same thing that roused her: The Batmobile returning to base. She goes to hop up before Alfred gives her a sad, stern look.

Bruce (bounding out of the car’s cockpit, the engine running): Some of them got away. Kyle. Zodiac. Tetch. I need footage from the entire district.

Alfred: The computer is still irreparable. Sir… the harpoon in your arm-

Bruce (already having located gauze and forceps): Is the reason I’m not telling you this over comms. Find another way. Gordon’s officers can’t round them all up in time; a new one got away aboard a submarine.

Cassie: Basil?

Bruce: You’re in that bed because of him. Worry about recovering.

Cassie: He had to have known I’d survive the fall. Maybe he was forced to. They had his son…

Bruce is already patched up, Alfred trailing and scolding him all the way back down to the Batmobile.

Cassie (laying back): I know it wasn’t you Basil. It had to have been something…

***

News gets around before dawn. Claims to the bodies in the street, most of them false boasts. Money traded from a few macabre bets on the outcome. And Gotham would see no shortage of villains even now. The lowest of the low were emboldened. The mainstay masterminds and gangsters’ trigger fingers were faster than ever. Seeds of rivalry now planted would ensure for the city’s unrest and a hundred more wars to be fought in the night.

In a rundown carnival, a pair of red lips arches with glee, while a battered henchman tells the whole story again. The Clown Prince of Crime kicks up his spatterdashes and toys with an old VHS of the original “Dread Castle” in one hand, and a root beer float in the other.

“Here’s mud in your eye, Karlo. I’ll thank the academy for you.”

***

Ext. A farmers’ market – The next day

Matt Hagen: Carrots, two-forty a bundle? You keep trying to rob us, and I’ll give you your own supervillain name.

The lady grocer across from him: You are perfectly within your rights to take your business elsewhere, pal.

They both laugh.

Matt (paying): My cat likes them; please, show some mercy.

Grocer (still acting): I only make exceptions for friends.

Matt glances around while she’s opening the cash register. No cameras. No stalkers.

Matt: Ouch… say listen, if it’s not indelicate, I haven’t asked… why are you here? In Gotham, not the market, I mean.

Grocer: It’s my hometown, I’ve alway loved it here, especially summer.

Matt rolls his eyes.

Grocer: Yeah, well, what’d you think? I’m stuck here for now. Who isn’t?

Matt: You know, I could leave anytime. I’m kind of over this place. Most of it, anyway. I might even ask a friend to tag along.

Grocer (smirking): Sounds adventurous for the person that always gets carrots, two bags.

Matt: It’s just… someone I knew, who I thought wouldn’t have given me the time of day, did something really amazing for me recently. I think it’s time I let some people in myself. Shed my layer.

***

Int. “My Alibi” – 2:47 AM, right after the dust had settled

Drury Walker: … Just like that? Where’d Sims, and Batman, and that… other guy go?

Gar: Underwater. I don’t know Dru.

Drury: I can’t believe… Sewer King too.

Two-Face: Maybe it wouldn’t be so unbelievable if you’d BEEN there, Moth.

Gar (downing a shot): Piss off Dent, s’nothing he could’ve done.

Drury opens his mouth but says nothing.

Two-Face: Well it turned out there was nothing ANY of us could’ve done. What this stripy oaf failed to acknowledge, same as Sims, Flannegan, all those others, is that Basil was a founder. Of everything that IS, now, for Gotham’s criminals. And if you respected the ounce of credibility YOU have, you’d have SHOWED.

Len (without looking up, with fingers laced on his counter): You can rant out there.

Two-Face: Another softy. It goes for you too, Eraser, you greasy…

He kicks over a stool and points at Drury as he goes.

Two-Face: Don’t let me see your face until you can say you protect the likes of us. That you’ll risk something. I won’t hold my breath.

Magan passes Len Basil’s knife, recovered from the scene, before stepping out.

Len: And Ivy. She’s long gone by now?

Gar: Get me another one of these.

Drury: I swear I would’ve gone, but I’ve, eh, met someone. Being there, on Clayface’s side… it’s that new Tiger guy. If he’d seen me, there’s no way he’d let me near… what I mean to say is, I need his approval with…

Gar: Hey, am I blaming you? And am I asking?

Drury: … Do you love anyone?

Gar: God I need to be more drunk than this.

Len: Lay low for a while. You’ve got a gimmick, you’ve got heart. You’ll make it big one day.

Drury: I’d be there, for either of you guys. One day, I swear it. What other family am I ever going to have?

The End {

Posted by Gallisuchus (Clayface) on 2020-07-01 15:25:10

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Sandstorm: The Saviour Agenda (3/5)

Sandstorm: The Saviour Agenda (3/5)

====LoA Computer Database====

"Perimeter breach. Perimeter breach," the alarm blared again and again. Brainiac’s ship had done it’s work. It’d broken through the shields, and blasted a hole into the side of Ra’s fortress. Now hundreds of Bane’s puppets were running inside, killing everyone they could find.
That meant, Cypher thought, he had to act fast.

He was well aware of what the Misfits thought of him now. A traitor, a backstabbing bastard who’d thrown away everything to help a genocidal tyrant. They… They were wrong.
When he’d returned to the Demon’s Head the day after Butchinsky’s funeral, and briefed him on Walker’s failure, *he* was the one that had fought for him. He’d told Ra’s how he’d used the last of the Lazarus Water on Pike, knowing full well it’d be a death sentence for him and his family. That that, was true honour. It even seemed like Ra’s agreed, that he’d be lenient towards Walker and his brood.
No. Instead, he had Ubu cut off his hands with a blunt sword. He’d lost his tongue long ago, but now he couldn’t even sign, Cypher lamented. These cybernetics couldn’t possibly do the same job. So when he pulled the Wasp away from that Earthquake machine, when he mouthed "Sorry," he truly meant it.

As gunfire rained down the hallways, as his brothers and his sisters in the League of Assassins were being torn apart, he knew, this was it. But, as he typed on the console, he hoped that just maybe this would atone for his mistakes. Maybe…

"Not one for words," he began. "Prefer actions. The Society have breached Nanda Parbat. Threat imminent. Mistakes made. Alliances broken. Follow co-ordinates. Help. Please. For Butchinsky. For-"

The door slams open. Voices filling the room. Six of them by his estimate. "- told me that they kept it in a chamber down that passage, sure to be heavily guarded," the first, an old, gruff man says.

A second voice, Spanish, continues. "Good. Faust, go with Orm and collect it, would you? General, Slade, with us."

"Oh, I thought you’d never ask. Come along, Prince," a third voice says, as another, a faint fourth one hisses "King."

"Come on, tech lab’s this way, just need to- "

BANG.

Cypher falls to the ground, his mask rolling to a stop at Slade’s feet. He holsters his gun, and takes a step over the body. As the light leaves his eyes, Kuttler pauses.
Bane, noticing this, looks down, and then back at Noah. "Who was he?" he asks.
Kuttler looks at the body on the ground and straightens his glasses. "I have no idea"

===The Courtyard===

"God," Needham murmured, a slight look of disgust plastered on his face, as he stares at a purple and yellow clad supervillain flying around in the distance. "They let *Fish* in?"

"I hear he’s pretty good," explains Rigger, surveying the battle, before a set of three League Assassins pull Bragg to the ground and start beating him with truncheons. "Slipknot was a fucking liar…" he gasps in shock. Beside them, Chuck and Chancer grab their weapons off the fallen ninja, while Gar sits on the ground, watching Shrike’s body burn, the fabrics slowly melting and sticking to his flesh, his screams barely audible above the crackling flames.
Volcana, looks down at him curiously. "Gar, you don’t look pleased to see me. What’s wrong? Did you not get that last check or-"
Gar pauses, the images from the village burnt into his mind. Women, children… All burned to ash. "I saw… The village, Clair, tell me you didn’t do it."

She sighs, murmuring half heartedly. "Fine, I didn’t do it."

Gar nods softly, before clearing his throat. "Now tell me the truth."

She snorts in derision. "Oh, Gar, please."

"Clair!"

She raises her hands out, irritated. "Christ almighty, I didn’t do it, Effigy did."

Gar pauses. There was a name he’d not heard in a while… "Effigy-?"

"Well, Human Flame tried, but his nipple nozzles backfired, poor thing."

"Guy really should invest in a proper flamethrower," Gar smiles weakly, as she hands him back his helmet. "So, we good?"

Clair runs her hand through her red hair, smirking. As Shrike attempts to get up, she kicks him in the face. "Oh, sure. Just one thing," she begins, her eyes glowing red. Gar takes a step back. Chuck’s jaw clenches.

"Did you get a sitter for Josie?"

Gar cocks his head to one side, in shock. "Y-yeah, I got Creegan to babysit."

"Well, there’s a small mercy. Oh, there’s blood on my sleeve, could you wipe it off?"

====LoA Computer Database====

‘You’re a figurehead who built his reputation off of my back. You’re nothing to them.’

Lies, I am Bane.

‘You think that gives you leverage on Sinestro? Grodd? Ocean Master? They’ll abandon you just like they did Luthor.’

‘You’re nothing. You’re nothing. You’re nothing.’

Batman’s words echoed in Bane’s head. Months had passed since Arkham City, and in that time he’d done so much, yet here, on the eve of his greatest triumph… He felt empty.
He looked out the window. Below, the battle continued. The Fisherman fires a hook into Red Hood’s shoulder, and reels him in along the ground. Nightwing throws an ecrisma stick at his head, knocking him unconscious, as he rips the hook out of Jason’s arm.
Beside them, the Matter Master turns a Talon to coal, while an enormous woman, Giganta, crushes several beneath her feet.
As a dozen more ninja leap into action, a blue man, Typhoon generates a whirlwind, drenching them all with water. Livewire proceeds to electrify the liquid, frying everyone nearby.
As Hawkgirl swoops in, in an attempt to keep them all from killing one another, she’s hit by a solid rainbow, atop it, Roy G. Bivalo, and a hoarde of others. He can just faintly hear one murmur "I’ll never live this down."

"Funny, isn’t it? This was once a place of healing, many men and women came here to find guidance, and themselves. Until the League of Assassins claimed it as their own," a voice called out, a wry smile on Felix Faust’s face.

"Is that it-?" Bane asks, transfixed by the golden orb in Faust’s hands.

"Yes. The Heart of Nanda Parbat… There are stories, legends about it. It’s said that its’ host to the souls of the Nanda Parbat monks- the guardians of this temple long before the League. Hundreds of them, their very essence, are held within. It could power entire cities for a millennia. Or destroy them. What’s wrong?" he adds, noticing the creases of a frown beneath Bane’s mask.

"Nothing," he replies, though his tone suggested otherwise. "Any sign of the Batman?"

"On the front lines, I’d have thought-?"

Bane stiffens up. "Just place the orb in Kuttler’s machine. That, will be all."

====The LoA Archives====

Ra’s rips the harpoon from his hand, greyish blood trickling onto the floor, a gaping hole through his palm. It… should have healed. Gaige fires again, but this time, he catches it with his free hand. ‘A poisoned tip,’ he reasons.

"You know what I had to pay to get that?" Gaige snarls, as he picks a large battle-ax from off the wall, "I thought it was too much at first, but now? Reckon it was worth every penny," he chuckles mirthlessly "To see that look of pain on your face. The poison attacks healthy cells, rips them apart piece by little piece. Takes a good few hours, that. But for a *freak* like you, with a healing factor, it becomes locked in a frenetic battle. It can’t kill you, but it *can* cut you off from your little… augmentations. In short-" he says, stabbing a knife into his shoulder. "Feel that?"

"Guards!" Ra’s screams. "Talia!"

"No one’s coming, and you wanna know why? Because you’ve not cheated death, you never had… You only slowed it- no. No, truth is, you’ve perverted it. Look at yourself, running on fumes."

"Perhaps, Gaige," Ra’s wheezes, as he slides a knife from out of his boot. "But perhaps that’s enough."

====LoA Computer Database====

"Now… for the moment of truth," Kuttler smiles, as he checks his monitors. "Flash Museum online. Atlantean Throne Room online. Oan Science Cells online. Gorilla City Council online. S.T.A.R. Labs online. The Themysciran Embassy online. The Atlantean Embassy online. Ferris Airfield online. The Hall of Justice online. And, finally… The Batcave is… Online. He did it," he grins to his partners; Slade leaning against the wall, and Zod, welding their device together with heat vision.

"He actually came through-?" Deathstroke asks, an air of skepticism in his voice. "Huh."

"Seems so," Kuttler replies. "Revenge, is a hell of a motivator," he looks over his shoulder, and grabs his mug of coffee. "Get out there, Slade. You know you want to. We can take it from here."

Slade perks up. "You sure?"

"Course, now it’s just simple programming. I’ll be fine. Honest."

"You know me so well," Slade replies, as he picks his mask up, and runs outside.

===Darhk’s Laboratory===

As Drury and Norbert made their way through the laboratory, past the remains of long dead test subjects and torture devices, Norbert clears his throat, and reaches out a dark hand to his brother. Drury looks like he might take it for a second, but instead, turns around and continues to walk. "Drury, I’m sorry. She seemed like a good woman."

‘Course she was’ Drury thinks to himself. ‘She was perfect.’ He stops, turning around, he says bitterly "People always tell me how sorry they are. But they’re never sorry enough to actually do something."

Norbert nods. He knew deep down he wouldn’t be able to get through to him, not really. Even when they were kids, he would bottle up his emotions and keep to himself, whenever he’d gotten in trouble with their mother. Sometimes, Norbert dreamt they could’ve had a childhood, a true childhood, without their father’s amoral attempts to get into the Injustice Society. A childhood where he’d never given him over to the Thinker and the Ultra Humanite.
Hell, maybe they could’ve emerged fully functional adults. Wouldn’t that be nice, he mused. "Drury-?" he begins

"Yeah, Norbert?" his brother replies, a note of irritation in his voice.

"I liked the purple mask."

Drury spun around to look at him, the small corners of a smile emerging on his face. "What can I say, times change."

"The green… It’s special. It’s what I started out in, it’s the one I wore when I formed the Misfits, and it’s…" he trails off, tears forming in his eyes. "It’s what I wore when I met her. I thought maybe… Maybe it’d be like a part of her’s still with me. Stupid."

"No," Norbert says, comforting him. "She still is," he whispers, placing his hand on Drury’s chest. "That’s why we still fight."

A slight smile emerges on Drury’s face. "When did you get all sentimental?"

"When you freed me from a life of agony," Norbert smiles back. "Sorry. Bad joke," he mutters, and they turn their attention back to the lab. "What is all this, do you think?" he asks, as he glares at a shelf filled with grey and green vials. Drury’s eyes light up, recognising them almost immediately.
"Dionesium… I were to take a guess, he’s trying to purify it into Lazarus Water."

"Those chemicals could heal so many…" Norbert utters.

"Yeah, or just one," Drury scowls, as he rips a lead pipe from out of the wall, and smashes the cabinet, vial upon vial crashing to the ground, their elilxirs seeping into the floor. "No more last minute saves," he whispers to himself.

====LoA Fortress====

"This is Superman. I’m in," Clark says quietly, as he floats along the hallways, dead ninja and supervillain alike strewn across the floor.

"Good. Polaris has been taking that scrap metal for a reason, Clark. Whatever it is, it’s not good," Bruce’s voice replies on the other end.

"Understood. I’m picking up some radiation spikes, so I imagine it’s…" Clark trails off, as he looks at the familiar console in the center of the room. "Close," he finishes, as places a hand on the console, and a holographic display bursts into life. "It can’t be."

"Clark, what is it? Clark!"

"Go on, tell them," Zod murmurs, as he floats to the ground. Clark puts his hand to his ear, his eyes trained on the General, and at his side, The Calculator.

"It’s… a Phantom Drive. It’s a massive phantom Drive, it’s a Kryptonian device, like an upscaled Phantom Zone Projector, it’s what the council used to banish criminals-"

"Not criminals, Kal-El," Zod says, resting his hand on the device. "Freedom fighters. Revolutionaries. Those who saw the rot and decay behind the "bureaucracy" of the High Council, and those whose ideas were deemed too radical to be allowed to walk free."

"Your ‘freedom fighters’ led a coup that killed dozens," Clark glares.

"For Krypton," Zod barks back.

Clark stares at him. ‘So Bane had you build this, that’s he needed you, I get that…’ he thinks, ‘But why do you need *them?* What could The Society offer-?’

"Where’s your family, Zod?" he asks.

~

"Get down!" Hawkman yells, as he shoves Bruce to the ground, a blast of yellow energy scorching the top of his wings. Beside them, the remaining Leaguers all huddled together in a makeshift trench. The Lanterns were constructing a shield around them, but it wasn’t going to be enough.

"We lost contact with Clark," Bruce reports to the others. "Chances are he’s engaged Zod, but without any visuals, we can’t confirm anything."

"I’ve attempted to form a psychic link with Superman and Aquaman, but there is too much mental interference," J’onn adds. "I fear Gorilla Grodd is transmitting a psionic dampener… I don’t know if I will be of much use."

"It’s all right, J’onn, you’ve done enough," Diana says, as she rests a hand on his shoulder. "Their ship is the key. If we can disable that, the Society is effectively blind."

"We’ve tried!" Hawkgirl yells back. "But there’s nothing big enough to penetrate it, and even if there was, we can’t even get near enough."

"Y’know, this is really touching guys, but I don’t know how long I can keep this shield up," Hal grunts, as the Lanterns strain to keep it together against the barrage of attacks. Above them, Sinestro floats down, Adam at his side, and begins to gloat.

"Justice League. You have fought well. You have fought valiantly. But your time is up, surrender now, and your deaths will be… *Moderately* less painful."

"Always had a way with words, Adolf!" a voice calls out.

"Was that Gardner?" Disaster yells faintly. "God, I hate that guy."

Sinestro’s smile vanishes. "Amusing, as ever. But your shields can’t hold you forever, that, I have no doubt."

In the courtyard, the Misfits can just make out the Justice League, pinned down by the Society, no hope of escaping. As much as they didn’t want to admit it, they couldn’t just stand by. "They need our help," Gar mutters, as he tries to walk out, but before he can, a hand pulls him back. "Stay here. Don’t be an idiot," Clair growls, as Sinestro continues his speech.
"Your spaceships are scrap, your army dust. You have nothing. There *is* nothing. Except for the Society. It’s over."

"No’ quite paw," a voice bellows. ‘What now,’ Sinestro thinks to himself. Thunder clouds grow above them, lightning strikes the Society’s ship, and emerging from the frozen lake, a dozen more supervillains. Silken Spider and Dragonfly draw their swords, Catwoman cracks her whip. Beside them, The Cavalier lets out a hearty laugh, while Fiasco pumps his shotgun. Next, Paul Dekker lowers his goggles, Mitchel Mayo loads his rifle with another helping of spicy mustard and Philip Reardon readies his pistol. One of the last to emerge, Otis Flannegan raises a box above his head, emptying hundreds of rats into the sandy ground and raising a middle finger to Sinestro; at his side, Anatoli Knyazev screws a grenade launcher to his arm, Floyd Lawton adjusts his laser sight and The Snowman pulls his hair back. And lastly, leading the charge, Axel and Kitten Walker stand together, united.
Standing proudly among his cohorts, McCulloch whispers smugly to Mick and Mardon. "Mirra’ mirra’ on tha wa,’ whose tha fairest o’ them aw?"

Looking over at the Misfits’ reinforcements, The Injustice League turn to Disaster for guidance. "Do… Do *we* have any back-up?" Tockman asks, stunned

Brooker turns around, sweat on his brow "I… called Scarlet Skier."

“Oh good. We’re going to die.”

Posted by Duncan C. Young on 2020-06-30 00:08:38

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