For the Martin Phipps #51 and Jeanne Morningstar #51 add-on to that issue click this link: https://lnh.diamond-age.net/wiki/Legion_of_Net.Heroes_Volume_2
There are footnotes which will take you to those issues.
Okay. And here are the final two issues of the Martin Phipps' Burns All
His Bridges Trilogy.
People at the time could not handle gay people being in the LNH. It was 2012. You would have thought people would have been more enlightened.
People at the time could not handle gay people being in the LNH. It
was 2012. You would have thought people would have been more enlightened.
Oh hi! Blocked!
On 12/19/21 11:51 PM, Drew Nilium wrote:
Oh hi! Blocked!
I'd definitely recommend everyone else block him as well. <3
Drew "don't feed the trolls amirite" Nilium
Oh hi! Blocked!
It wasn't the presence of gay characters, but your handling of them, that folks objected to - many of the folks who raised those objections were themselves LGBTQ+, and were speaking from a place of experience.
You don't need to experience something to write about it,
Okay. And here are the final two issues of the Martin Phipps' Burns All
His Bridges Trilogy.
Next we have Saxon Brenton on #52 -- Will this issue lead to another flame way? (Yes!)
Kid Enthusiastic burst into the cafeteria.
"Guys, we have a problem!"
"What is it?", asked WikiBoy.
"I have no idea."
"It was just a feeling. Like, I don't know. Reality being rewritten, or a flamewar collapsing
somewhere, stories dying, or a lot of characters blinking out of... well, if not existence, at
least general usability."
"Wikiboy", Masterplan Lad said, "you have the ability figure out what happened."
"All right." He blinked and immediately blushed. "Yeah. I think we'd better just leave it alone.
It seems to be over, in any case. Plus, I'm not a frog. Which is good."
Sarcastic Lad walked into the cafeteria. "Hey WikiBoy, you're a frog!"
WikiBoy tried to sight, but all he could do was croak.
TO BE CONTINUED IN LNH V2 #52: JENNY EVERYWHERE AND THE LEGION OF
NET.HEROES!
"By the way," said Kid Enthusiastic, "have you guys met my friend, Fairy Princess Lad?"
He stepped to the side to reveal a twelve-year-old boy wearing a pink leotard, a tutu, and a domino mask, holding a sparkly magic wand. He had iridescent dragonfly wings growing out of his back, and looked distinctly ill-at-ease. "Er, hi..."
"Well, I can fly, and I have this fairy dust that calms people down..."
Sarcastic Lad, expression gleeful, opened his mouth. "What a--"
Masterplan Lad levitated him out the window and into the recycling bins.
| | The cover shows Kid Enthusiastic and Fairy Princess Lad bouncing up
| | and down in excitement while older Legionnaires look on, bemused.
Roll call for this issue:
o Anal-Retentive Archive Kid II!
o Cynical Lass!
o Fairy Princess Lad!
o Kid Enthusiastic!
o Masterplan Lad!
o You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad!
These are just some of the super-powered do-gooders who belong to an organisation that thinks that running around with your underwear on
the outside is acceptable as a fashion statement. They are: the
Legion of Net.Heroes!
"No!-It-Can't-Be-Saxon-Brenton!-He's-Dead! Lad."
And in response Fred thought .oO( That's going to cause trouble. )
"But isn't the word 'kids' gender neutral?" asked Fairy Princess Lad.
"Mmmm," went Kid Enthusiastic, sounding doubtful. "Maybe in the
sense that 'man' was supposed to be a gender neutral, but now everyone realises that that's just handwaving."
" 'Kid' is also the description for all young goats, male or female," suggested Fairy Princess Lad.
"I'm not a goat!" exclaimed Kid Enthusiastic. He pointed at Anal- Retentive Archive Kid II, who was sitting at the other end of the table,
"And he's not a goat!"
"Ooo! Ooo!" went Kid Enthusiastic, bouncing up and down in his seat
as he suddenly got an idea. "The word 'kinder' means 'children', and
that's gender neutral. ARA Kinder!" he speculated in rather sloppy
German.
"Ooo! Ooo!" went Fairy Princess Lad, echoing his friend. "And that
can be turned into an internet pun: ARA Kindles!" The two boys high
fived each other.
She was sitting a table over from them, and had a
look on her face which he completely misinterpreted as, 'They're
children. Let them play their games while they've still got the
energy.' Actually what she was thinking was, 'You poor schmuck. If
you think I'm going to explain to you that we're all fictional
characters in an imaginary world then you've got another thing coming.'
"I'm No!-It-Can't-Be-Saxon-Brenton!-He's-Dead! Lad."
A hush fell across the cafeteria as various LNHers just *stared* at N!ICBSB!HD!Lad.
Except for Cynical Lass, who face palmed as it occurred to her that
it wasn't just saying things out loud that counted as tempting fate.
Some days that you just couldn't risk an ironic thought even in the
privacy of your own head.
You could practically hear all the eyeballs squeak
"I just don't know who he *is*. I've never
seen a library catalog entry for anything he's written. What does he
write? Science fiction? Romance? Neo-Edwardian comedies of manners?"
"Superhero parody," said Masterplan Lad. "We're in one of them at
the moment."
"Oh yeah," said You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad, glancing
upwards towards the from: line among the headers at the start of the
posting. "I hadn't noticed the email address."
"Forged address," said No!-It-Can't-Be-Saxon-Brenton!-He's-Dead!
Lad with a grim earnestness. "Someone's pretending to be him. Identity theft of a dead man. Pretty ghoulish, really."
The look on ARAK's face went from irritation, to surprise, then on
to utter horror. The turn around time in convincing the young orc of
the truthfulness of their claims was astonishingly quick, but Masterplan
Lad was one of the Knights Temporal, and there were few other LNHers who
were as familiar with continuity and fictionality as he was. In any
case, within less than sixty seconds he had ARAK II accepting the
notion. At which point Anal-Retentive Archive Kid burst into angry
tears.
He frowned at her. "It's an overview of the mechanics of a multi- species society, based on how all the mutants and aliens have integrated
here in Net.ropolis. Going by how other groups have developed, at
*some* point in the next few centuries my people," and here he thumped a
fist on his chest for emphasis, "are probably going to start giving up tribalism and move towards settled urban living. If I can produce a
working blueprint then the chances of conflict, and especially of them
being slaughtered by a technologically superior civilisation, will be reduced." He started pacing about in a small circle. "But if this
world is fictional, then that all goes out the window. I shouldn't be worrying about politics and social dynamics, because those aren't the elements that will ensure their survival. Convincing everyone else that
orcs are interesting characters who they'll want to have around is what
I'll need to do,
"There's at least one of the Legion Writers who takes absolute
delight in exploring the nature of a multi-species society in a
superhuman world," said Masterplan Lad, pedantically.
"Well, that sounds great," said ARAK. "Who is it?"
"Your Writer."
"Ah," breathed ARAK, knowingly. "Ask not for divine intervention,
lest you discover that you yourself are the instrument that enacts that intervention. How very C.S. Lewis."
"Plus," said N!ICBSB!HD!Lad, raising a finger to stave off further protests. "The cheque hasn't been cashed."
"What cheque?" asked Cynical lass.
"During RACC-Con Arthur Spitzer stayed in the same hotel room with Saxon Brenton," explain N!ICBSB!HD!Lad. "When Arthur went home he wrote
a cheque to cover the cost of the days he was sharing. That cheque
still hasn't been cashed. That's not what you'd expect from someone who
has to cover costs from an overseas vacation."
Masterplan Lad had been listening carefully to this, and now he identified what had been troubling him. "No," he said. "That is
factually incorrect. On the evening Arthur arrived at the Benicia Best Western Saxon hadn't made proper preparations with the front desk for
him to check in while the others were at the barbeque at Rob Roger's household, and Arthur had had to book into another room for one night
- a room booking that was only covered by Scott Eiler's blanket offer to subsidise RACC-Con attendees. The cheque has gone uncashed not because
of inability, but because of a sense of guilt!"
You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad leapt forward with his battle cry, "No, you villain! Hit *me*!"
Anal-Retentive Archive Kid II threw one of the balls at him. The
blue one. The one with the solid steel centre under the thin rubber
outer covering. It hit No!-It-Can't-Be-Saxon-Brenton!-He's-Dead! Lad
square in the face, where it made a 'bonnggg!' sound effect of metal on metal. "Killer robot!" ARAK yelled,
The other Legionnaires were manoeuvring for their own counter-
attacks. The first, perhaps surprisingly, was Fairy Princess Lad, who promptly went Sailor Moon on N!ICBSB!HD!Lad. He glowed and sparkled and yelled, "Villain! In the name of Queen Titania and Lord Oberon, I will punish you!"
And then Fairy Princess Lad unleashed a power blast from his hands
that slammed N!ICBSB!HD!Lad back across the cafeteria and through a wall
of solid strongstuffium with an enormous WHHAMMM!!!, pulverising the trouble-making robot and leaving a large hole in its wake.
The Legionnaires all stared at the hole in the wall. The only
sound was the occasional light 'ping' as the metal started to cool.
"Huh," went Anal-Retentive Archive Kid II.
"I didn't know he could do that," said Kid Enthusiastic.
Fairy Princess Lad came over to ARAK II and gave him a big hug.
ARAK looked at him. "What was that for?"
Fairy Princess Lad gave him a serious expression and said, "Big
scary orcs who are secure enough with themselves that they don't need to
take it out on others when they're upset deserve hugs."
"Really? I don't remember that rule. Did I miss a memo?"
"I just made it up."
"Ah. Well, that explains it then," said ARAK II, patting Fairy Princess Lad on the back.
Cynical Lass rolled her eyes. "Oh please. How are we supposed to
get recurring villains if you go around acting responsibly, securing
defeated bad guys and tidying up dangerous messes?"
And the scary thing was, ARAK II didn't have enough experience with
the whole 'recognising the cliches of a superhero parody story' to tell whether her protest was serious or not.
- I'm reasonably sure that the issue number of 52 hasn't been claimed
yet... What's that? A phone call from DC Comics complaining that
they've copyrighted the number 52? Awww, man...
"These 'no-nonsense' solutions of yours just don't hold water in a complex world of jet-powered apes and time-travel." - Superman, JLA Classified #3
On Monday, December 20, 2021 at 12:52:00 PM UTC+8, Drew Perron wrote:
Oh hi! Blocked!
This childishness is not unexpected.
I regret that it took me so long to see myself - especially as, as you and others have pointed
out, the clues have been there in my writing all along - but I am so delighted to at long last be
comfortable in my own skin.
The whole incident with You Know Who was another domino. I definitely reacted extremely at the time, but it's pretty clear now why I did. Back then, I didn't
think the homophobia was something that affected me personally, I was just angry
because of the sense of injustice.
And this was ultimately the last straw that
led to me leaving the Catholic Church, because I didn't want to be on the same
side as the bullies.
<3
I had
really invested a lot in LNH, using that to recover from everything I'd been through coming into 2012, so having that collapse under me was hard.
This was a potentially neat idea but,
once I had it, I had no idea what to do with it and dropped the whole thing.
All this helped me figure out
new ways of writing and being, and in 2014 I'd help synthesize a new take on the
LNH based on that in my parts of Just Another Cascade.
But that's a story for another post.
For now, I'll just say that even with everything that's going on in 2021, I'm much better off now than I was then.
Jeanne, I just wanted to say that I'm so glad you found yourself. It's a wonderful thing, isn't it? Painful, yes, and there's also so much about the "before time" that becomes painfully clear in retrospect. I regret that it took me so long to seemyself - especially as, as you and others have pointed out, the clues have been there in my writing all along - but I am so delighted to at long last be comfortable in my own skin.
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