Because being stuck in a lift isn’t scary enough!
Cloud Atlas – 10GPPS
“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
Straight to the point
It’s the first time, in a very long time, that I actually left the theatre feeling like I could, or should, change the world. This is definitely one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time, one that everyone should watch right now so we can all fawn over it together!
I have just returned from watching Cloud Atlas, a movie I’ve been anticipating ever since I first heard it being praised left and right. I have to say that I think some of those that proclaimed it a masterpiece were probably simply following the crowd, since Cloud Atlas is not a film to everyone’s tastes. It’s convoluted and at time hard to follow, with not real disclosure in sight for the better part of the movie and yet it succeeds in doing something that the more “linear” type of cinema fails to achieve. It makes you feel like you could get off your comfortable chair and do something to change the world in which we all believe we’re trapped in. In a way it gives you hope. I was wondering like many others what exactly is going to be the conclusion of the film, how are they going to justify the three hours of my life that I have spent in a cinema, but while the solution wasn’t apparent, the feeling of elation that the movie manages to instil was enough to make me leave the theatre satisfied.
The main point that the film tries to make, is that the world and everything and everyone in it is connected. Spanning time and space, there is a link that will lead from one even to the other, without fail causing a snowball effect that will ultimately change the world, whether for the better or for the worse, remains to be seen. The action is scattered through time, starting in 1864 and moving forward through the ages up until a distant future where nothing seems recognizable other than the basic human instincts that lay dormant in each one of us, despite our claims to the contrary. We get zapped through time and space at a maddening pace, that is at times confusing and makes you crave more of a single story, only to be torn away and thrown into another, but things start to become clearer as more clues and hints pile up to lead you to the much desired answer.
While the story itself is interesting to a fault, it wouldn’t work without the actors that bring it to life. Tom Hanks, Brian Wishaw, Halle Berry, Hugo Weaving, Hugh Grant (and the list could go on) each play more than one character, sometimes so spectacularly well that you won’t even realize it was them in the first place. I think it’s what makes the story so magical in the end, despite the sometimes difficult to follow pace and rhythm of the movie. The science-fiction mingles with tales of slavery, the story of dreamers mixes with that of freedom fighters and for once, everybody wins. Cloud Atlas has no real losers, in a way it made me think of those inspirational songs that urge you to dream big, to never give up. Ultimately you’re bound to have at least a small success, all you have to do is keep pushing forward even if you know that the obstacles you meet might ultimately defeat you.
Cloud Atlas was based on a book, one that I think everyone will want to read after seeing this, if they haven’t done it before, but regardless of that, it’s a grade A film that deserves all the positive reviews it got, for both the storyline and the spectacular acting, with an added pinch of perfectly crafted special effects and amazing landscapes that while brilliant and beautiful, don’t steal anything from the story, allowing the characters to take center stage.
Don’t miss this movie while it’s in theatres, it’s an experience that no television set will be able to replicate to it’s full value.
Writers Challenge: Zombie Apocalypse Team #2(Ben)
The sergeant and I heft the last of the rotting cadavers onto the pyre before heading back into the cave to join the others. The stiff Cheshire breeze is in our favour tonight and carries the smoke of burning corpses across the potted landscape of Alderley Edge instead of deeper into our sandstone sanctuary. The man beside me grunts and wipes his hands clean on his denim dungarees. I check my own hands and count my blessings that he insisted I took the feet. Further inside, our companions are huddled around an electric lamp, blankets pulled tight against the deep chill of these ancient copper mines.
“How’s the boy, doc?” the sergeant asks.
“Just shock.” replies a sinewy older gent, sharp aquiline features and square salt-and-peppered jaw cutting a stark shadow against the cave wall, “A touch of hypothermia, perhaps. Nothing interesting but I’ll keep an eye on him.”
I sit in the space between the sergeant and the young shock victim and reach for a half-eaten can of cold beans. The sergeant nods and runs a hand through his hair, a swathe of black fuzz cutting a wide line across the top of his brown scalp. In the lamplight I can see paler rings on his wrists and around his neck, all that remains of the ostentatious jewellery that now sit carefully wrapped and insulated in one of the canvas rucksacks piled just outside our circle.
“For the benefit of our new member, I think we should introduce ourselves.” says the large black man, “My name is Sergeant Bosco Baracus. Former United States Special Forces.”
“And I’m Greg,” says the doctor, “former Boy Scout of America.” He grins at the look Baracus gives him before continuing, “I’m a doctor.”
“Does that mean you know what’s going on?”
I’m not the only one who stops eating and stares at the speaker. The woman.
“Is there a cure?” She places the ugly serrated knife she’s been sharpening all evening down on an oil cloth. I sit there with a forkful of cold beans poised halfway between can and mouth. It’s the first words she’s said since we met her, facing a horde of walkers here high above the Cheshire Plains. Greg manages to hide his shock by carefully wiping some dried brains from his walking stick.
“We don’t even know if there’s a virus.” he says, “This outbreak could be the result of anything, chemical, biological…”
“…magical…” The boy, Harry, says, his voice thick with shock. He wipes cold sweat from his forehead and I almost choke on my beans as the woman jumps to her feet, knife recovered and pointed at the boy’s face.
“He’s bit!” she snarls, “He’s turning!”
We look as one at Harry, Baracus unbuttoning the clip on his pistol holster, Greg tightening his grip on the cane.
“No, wait!” the boy says, throwing up his hands in front of him, that strange stick of his grasped between the finger and thumb of his right hand. “It’s an old scar, it’s…it’s nothing.”
“He’s right,” says Greg, pulling the lantern closer, “he’s probably had this for years.”
The woman sits, pacified for the moment, her eyes fixed on the pale young man.
“So what’s your story?” asks Greg, “You seem pretty well prepared for an apocalypse.” The woman smiles at that, a thin humourless thing that makes me shudder.
“I guess you could say I’ve spent my entire adult life preparing for one.” she says, staring at her own reflection in the polished knife. “Let’s just say when the storm arrived it wasn’t quite what I expected. And now with John gone I don’t know what…” she stops short, a chink in her otherwise perfect armour betrayed by a glisten in her eye. I change the subject to the Plan.
“If you’re looking to get out of the country, there’s an airfield nearby.” says the woman, recovering with remarkable rapidity. ” I could fly us out to one the little islands off the coast? They might not be infected or whatever.”
“I ain’t getting on no airplane…” mutters Boscoe next to me, digging a fork into his own tin.
“I know a place.” says Harry, looking better for getting some food in him, “It’s up north but I’m not sure how we’d get there without getting the train from London. It’s sure to be protected against this sort of thing?
“Military base?” asks the sergeant.
“Sort of…” replies the boy, unconsciously fingering the letters “D” and “A” sewn into his blanket.
“No chance,” says the woman, ” London’s dead. More walkers there now than the rest of your country put together.
We sit in silence as we contemplate this news. Presently Baracus starts humming under his breath, sounds like a military tune. I catch some words here and there, “Over hill over dale, we will hit the dusty trail…” The woman, who introduces herself as “Reese” joins in, her high sharp voice clashing with the sergeant’s baritone. Harry lies down in front of his rucksack, his stick clenched tightly to his breast, listening to their voices echo from the cave walls. Greg stands, making sure his young patient has enough water, before limping up the rough path to the cave entrance to take first watch.
I close my eyes and try not to imagine who among us will be the next to die.
Comic Book Roundup (21/11/12)
If you’re a girl looking for strong female role models, then this is a good week for you! Batwoman #14 continues its World’s Finest team-up of Batwoman and Wonder Woman, and does an admirable job of showing their respective strengths, weaknesses and admiration for each other. If I weren’t so fond of Batwoman’s girlfriend Maggie Sawyer, I would love to see them become an item, even if only for an issue. Elsewhere, Wonder Woman tracks down her half-siblings, and hears more stories about how much of a bitch Hera is, and what a deadbeat dad Zeus is, in Wonder Woman #14. Or, perhaps they should rename it ‘Jerry Springer: Ancient Greece Special!’. Birds of Prey #14 features a temporary team-up with Hawk & Dove villain Condor (gasp! a man!) and also Starling falls off a very high roof but turns up completely unharmed in the next scene- I’m not sure if this is foreshadowing of some sort of awesome power for Starling or slightly shoddy writing, like when I was convinced that the Batgirl working with the Birds was an impostor, and then it turned out she did just change her mind at the drop of a hat. I suppose we’ll see. Supergirl #14 shows Kara finally learning English, after spending the past year hanging out only with other Kryptonians, geniuses who speak Kryptonian, and sassy Irish gals with language powers. The villain of the H’El on Earth crossover -that would be H’El- kidnaps Superboy and presents his unconscious body to Supergirl as a gift. Protip for the gents: nothing says you care like breaking into a girl’s house and giving her the beaten-up clone of your cousin and his arch-enemy.
Over in Sword of Sorcery #2, Amaya discovers more about her heritage and potential powers. It’s a total girl comic, it reminds me of all those Superpowered Princess Barbie games I played as a small child, only with more politics. Strong female role models, however, are sadly absent from Catwoman #14, with Selina in a game of “skin the cat” with Joker, which ends up with her getting repeatedly forcibly stripped, often due to her own stupidity. And the more I try to explain it, the worse it sounds, so let’s just move on.
Joker is also causing mayhem for the former Robins, who, it has to be said, deal with it a lot better than Miss Kitty. In Red Hood and the Outlaws #14, the gang returns from space, have a tussle with Superman (at his best here as a heroic paragon of awesome a la Ace Rimmer) and realise that Isabel, Red Hood’s civilian date, makes a damn good voice of reason in this crazy world. Of course, when Joker finally does strike… let’s just say Jason’s in for a rough ride. Nightwing has bigger fish to fry in Nightwing #14, facing off against Lady Shiva and making it out alive- either Shiva’s going soft or Nightwing’s just that good. The Joker’s never more than a background presence, but with Dick working tirelessly to get the amusement mile and circus up and running, you just know Joker’s going to be all over that. Maybe Gotham is just a place where there should be no circuses? Batman is hanging out with his buddies this week in Justice League #14, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was insanely jealous of Wonder Woman landing Superman. It’s OK to have man-crushes, Bats. Especially on Superman.
Blue Beetle tries to fend off Khaji-Da’s previous owner and escape Scarabworld in Blue Beetle #14, but only manages to succeed at one. Ah well, better luck next time, Blue. Kyle Rayner continues on his quest to become the first Rainbow Lantern in Green Lantern: New Guardians #14. But will he be ready in time for Gay Pride? Black Lightning realises he has the worst superhero disguise ever in DC Universe Presents #14: Black Lightning and Blue Devil, and a little more light is shed on Blue Devil’s backstory. Spoiler: it involves a demon. And finally, Legion of Super-Heroes #14 was the point where I realised it’s a lot more fun -and makes a lot more sense- if you read it like an affectionate parody of 1960s sci-fi serials. It’s the only way a character named Qzzrk from the planet Xyssik can be in any way bearable. Please note that Qzzrk from Xyssik is not an actual character, unless DC likes the name and wants to buy it, in which case we can talk.
Poor, poor Wolverine. He’s in every comic ever and the poor guy can’t catch a break in any of them. In Uncanny X-Force #34 he drowns for a bit, but is pulled back from the brink of death by a kiss of life… from Deadpool. And as if that weren’t bad enough, straight after he’s forced into a fight to the death with his own son, Daken, which I believe is Japanese for “whiny emo boy with daddy issues”. You’d think he’d be better off with his students in Wolverine and the X-Men #21, but sadly the teachers have a run-in with a mind-control circus, and, well…
He fares slightly better in Wolverine #316, being alternately trapped in a dream with a dangerous sexy magic woman, trapped in an oubliette with a feisty redhead, and eventually rescued by an elite fighting squad made up entirely of his ex-girlfriends. Unfortunately, once they get him out of trouble, I suspect he’d rather go another round with the circus.
Elsewhere in the X-Men, Astonishing X-Men #56 reveals the mystery of Iceman’s fiery demise, as well as getting involved in Karma’s destructive family problems. Seriously, those guys could almost give Wonder Woman’s tribe a run for their money- I guess Jerry Springer could do a show about them too. Jamie and Layla celebrate their honeymoon in Vegas in X-Factor #247, but when the Abraham Lincoln impersonator who married them winds up dead, Jamie’s heart just isn’t quite in the whole room-service-and-nonstop-sex thing any more, and he goes to investigate. You gotta love the P.I. that won’t quit, right, Layla? And over in Ultimate Comics: X-Men #18.1, Husk turns suicide bomber and sets human-mutant relations back to where they began. Mutantkind decimates itself by taking the new and painful cure, and the remaining powered ones get put on a bus to Reservation X. Captain America is a terrible president; Obama wouldn’t let this shit slide.
Avengers draws to a close in Avengers #34– it wasn’t advertised as such on the cover, but I could tell it was when there was a double-page spread of all the Avengers hanging out at a party and having some good clean fun. Well, I say good clean fun, Black Widow and Luke Cage are doing shots. I assume Jessica Jones is at home with the baby, huh, Luke?
Dark Avengers does not draw to a close in Dark Avengers #183, which is weird because the entire team go their separate ways throughout time and space… maybe the few left behind will carry on the series? I’m quite glad as the left behind ones include Songbird, she of the awesome hair, and Troll, who is quite possibly the cutest child hero in comic history. Please, Marvel, please let the Z-listers stay gone and leave us the good ones. I may start actually liking Dark Avengers if you do. Meanwhile, in Asgardia, Sif wants to be a better fighter, despite Volstagg’s kids having discovered comic books (the self-referential Journey into Mystery #646) and bubblegum from Midgard, and spouting childlike wisdom about how fighting is stupid. Naturally, this in no way backfires and ends with Sif going on a bloody rampage. Nope, not at all. The Amazing Spider-Man #698, in the lead-up to the big #700, starts with an optimistic Peter Parker declaring that “Today is going to be the best day ever!”, in spite of the fact that Peter Parker does not have good days, ever, at all. So it’s no surprise that what follows is such horrific nightmare fuel that it makes Wolverine’s week look like a day at the races. And speaking of nightmare fuel, Daredevil spends Daredevil #20 as a talking head, with the villain Coyote revealing his twisted human trafficking operation… and the cupboard where the real horror happens.
On to Marvel NOW!, the relaunch initiative named specifically to fuck with the formatting of .docs everywhere. Captain America #1 starts happily, with Cap mulling over Sharon Carter’s proposal, before taking a turn for the worse when he’s dragged into Dimension Z, a world of cruel genetic experimentation run by Arnim Zola, and ends up carrying around a baby who may or may not be a supersoldier. And the moral of that, you guys, is that when a smoking hot agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. asks you to marry her, you say yes straight away, because life is a strange and fickle thing. Speaking of agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Bruce Banner of all people signs up in Indestructible Hulk #1, to put his brain to good use, so he’ll be remembered after his death as a great scientist, rather than that guy who smashes stuff. Good luck with that, Banner. Seriously. Iron Man takes on a Camelot-styled group of pretentious psuedo-intellectuals in knockoff power armour in Iron Man #2. You have to admire their flashy way of delivering the challenge at least- a bet’s not a bet unless it’s written in lasers on the side of a building. The black sheep of Marvel NOW!, Deadpool #2, is full of zombie presidents, Ben Franklin’s ghost, elephants, flamethrowers, and typical Deadpool fun. If you only buy one comic this week, I cannot recommend this enough.
And finally, Kate Bishop proves why she’s a force to be reckoned with in Hawkeye #4. Good going, Marvel! More like this and it’ll make up for the abomination that is Jessica Jones.
The River (TV) – 6GPP
Plot:
Dr Emmet Cole (Bruce Greenword) is a world famous explorer and TV personality. For years he had presented a TV show where he explored the wonders of the world with his family, in his own nature/family reality show. However, when filming his latest TV series the production company loose contact with Dr. Cole, his crew and ship while he was exploring the Amazon basin for ‘magic’ on his personal ship ‘The Magus’.
Years later the tracking transponder of The Magus is activated and Tess Cole (Leslie Hope), Dr. Coles wife makes a deal with Dr. Cole’s ex-producer, Clark Quielty (Paul Blackthorne). The deal is simple, the TV company will fund the expedition; however, Lincoln Cole (Joe Anderson), Dr. Coles estranged son must go with her and allow the expedition to be filmed 24/7 and an all excess affair.
Lincoln eventually agrees for his mothers’ sake, and they are joined by Captain Kurt Brynilds (Thomas Kretschmann), a private security adviser/bodyguard from Germany, Emilo Valenzuela, Dr. Cole’s ex-ships mechanic, Jahel Valenzuela, Emilio’s daughter, Lena Landry (Eloise Mimford), daughter of Russ Landry, who was Dr. Cole’s cameraman who also disappeared with the rest of the crew and A.J. Poulain, the lead cameraman.
The Crew, led by Tess find ‘The Magus’ abandoned and in need of repair. Using all the film footage left on board to track the Crews progress in the uncharted area or the Amazon they then set off deeper into the Amazon to search for Dr. Cole and his missing crew to try and figure out what happened.
Verdict:
So far I have watched the first 4 episodes of The River, which I would describe as a paranormal/horror show. 8 episodes were produced for the first series; however, ABC declined in picking up a second series.
The Shows concept is simple, a wife is desperate to find her husband and make a mends for the past. A son reluctantly agreeing to support his mother to find his father he couldn’t really care less about. All the while supernatural occurrences shake the crew and with the social aspects of being trapped on a boat in the Amazon, with a bunch of people who for the main part don’t really care for one another leads to slow progress.
The filming of the show is interspersed with historical footage of Dr. Cole’s trip into the Amazon, ‘live’ footage being filmed by A.J. or the ships CCTV cameras and your standard Television filming. The in character filming is shown as both grainy, jumpy and often with heavy usage of filters. The style is typical of many paranormal/horror films of late, but it works well to create and bring the atmosphere to the small screen.
There are often scenes which truly make you jump and episode 2 in particular has some creepy moments when the crew have to camp in the Amazon under trees draped in hundreds of children’s dolls, which locals have placed on the trees to appease the spirit of a child who drowned there many years ago. These dolls often turn to face or stare at the crew when they are not looking, whilst luring the viewer in and leaving you to try and anticipate what will happen next.
Sadly what let The River down are the obvious one-dimensional characters. They do not appear to be evolving or developing in any meaningful or interesting way; Tess is clearly a woman looking for forgiveness from her missing husband, Lincoln is sorry for the way he treated his father, leaving him and his show years before, having originally blaming his farther for not being the best in the world. The other characters are just as opaque and offer nothing original or truly original.
Does the characters lack of depth mean this show was doomed to fail from the start? Well sadly the answer is yes. Given that today’s networks are all about immediate ratings, characters that do not grip you or that offer you no emotional attachment will hemorrhage viewers. The premise of the show was good and the creativity that was behind the project appear to be excellent, I believe that had the show been given time and good writing ability, the character’s could have been developed into something more and evolved beyond their initial one-dimensional forms to become people you honestly care about. The actual show beyond them was interesting to a point and kind of creepy in parts, if not a little clichéd.
I think given time, which every network is very reluctant to do these days, the show could have become something more. Unfortunately with the likes of American Gothic hitting the ground running with excellent production and writing, The River was only ever going to sink.
If you have chance to watch The River, I would say give it a go. After all it is only 8 episodes and you, like me, can imagine what you would have done different.
Dust and Sand – Chapter 20 – By Sean P. Wallace
General Richard Ryman stood at his office window, a draught of whiskey in his hand, and watched this rare tranquility. His men would soon interrupt it by drinking and singing, fraternising that the General didn’t approve of but couldn’t very well stop if he wanted to keep them on side. Particularly with how far they were stretched at the moment. So he would cherish the quietude while it lasted.
The General sighed. This absence of activity only highlighted how much he disliked this posting; he had always enjoyed being busy, working all hours God sent, and previously would have hated such stillness. Now, apparently, he longed for it.
What concerned him most was that three Solution made him long for the Mexican War. Not just because he’d been a younger man, a rising officer with a full life ahead of him, but because it had just been so simple back then. He and his men were tasked with taking this hill, killing that platoon, securing some fort… the orders weren’t simple, many men had to die to complete them, but their purpose had been. As had their cause; Texas belonged to America, the Mexicans disagreed. So there had to be a war. That was all there had been to it.
A horrible, bloody war and he was longing for it…
Life had a way of becoming complicated as you got older, trained gained prestige, he knew that. But at the Solution he had to drag in liquor and families, whores and priests, to maintain the fine balance between the hot-blooded men who risked their lives day and night and the more sensible scientists and researchers who didn’t. Daily, he went below and faced down demons and the men who’d somehow surpassed their evil and, more often than not, sparred with Dustin Longe afterward. Then there was the outside world, where he had to marry the conflicting priorities of a Senate that didn’t understand the Dixie Problem with the locals who knew it only too well…
He sipped his whiskey. It was old and rich, single malt, expensive but worth it because he hardly ever drank. He’d found a bottle like it in a dead officer’s trunk after his first battle, alongside stolen portraiture and three shining pennies. The loot, such as it was, went to command but he had shared the drink with his men that night. So whiskey always reminded him of victory. Of glory.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that he would never taste victory in this assignment which truly got to him. ‘The Solution’. It was a joke name, something thought up by some snake oil salesman in Lincoln’s government; there was no solution to the Dixie Problem, except to contain and pray.
The Solution’s scientists disagreed, though, so they toiled and searched for a method of harnessing the power of the Triangle to use against them. The very notion made the General uneasy in a religious way. Dustin Longe was bad enough but at least he was human. Mostly. You could talk with him, reason with him, control him. Tapping into whatever the Triangle used didn’t feel like it could be quite so controllable.
The General took another sip. Victory indeed. Maybe he should treat every day as a victory. Maybe he should think every sunset that someone got to see because the Solution were there a triumph. It was awfully short-term thinking, defeatist even, but having no clear, human enemy was getting to him.
How he’d love to have a proper battle against the Triangle, one big dice throw…
He sipped again. No, that would be throwing good men after bad. It wasn’t like him to be so callous. He must be worried about something.
Usually when the General worried it was about Dustin. All the other matters would take care of themselves eventually but Dustin… he was a walking dose of trouble. He and Eleanor had only been gone two days but already the General felt nervous. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Dustin to keep her safe, or that he didn’t trust Eleanor to not put herself in danger, but there was something about the mission that hadn’t sat right with him, some unsettling pattern to it that he couldn’t discern at the time and still couldn’t.
“You’d better come back, Dustin,” he said to the sunset.
As if in response, a carriage rolled over the horizon and barrelled toward the Solution. Then two more appeared, followed by a fourth. The horses were going at a good pace, not quite racing but not slouching by any stretch.
The General frowned, turned from the window. Under his desk, he’d had a small lever installed that rang a bell downstairs. He pulled it and watched it click back into place. Instantly, someone ran upstairs to see him. When they got to the office, they stopped and knocked.
“Enter.”
It was Kyle Reeves, one of the younger recruits. He had a wild mop of hair the General would never have allowed in his army days but his salute was smart enough to make up for it. “Sir?”
The General realised he was still holding his whiskey. Putting it down now would be embarrassing, so he swirled it idly and said “Are we expecting guests, Reeves?”
Reeves glanced at the ceiling as he thought. “No sir.”
“Are you sure?”
Another glance. “Yes sir.”
The General watched his whiskey dance in his glass. Who, then, was thundering across the plains to meet them?
Someone else came running down the corridor. They saw Reeves saluting in the doorway but still knocked against the wall. The General did all he could to not smile; such manners were the sign of a well-trained force.
“Enter,” he said again.
Writers Challenge: Zombie Apocalypse Team #1(Becca)
I hereby challenge my fellow writers here at Geek Pride to assemble the best team of fictional characters to ride out the Zombie Apocalypse. The rules have been agreed as the following:
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- Team of 4 fictional characters plus you.
- One superhero type allowed but if you choose Superman or someone similar you’re cheating.
- You must designate a leader.
- All other characters must be assigned a role of your choice e.g. tank, chef, herbalist
- No characters from the zombie apocalypse genre.
- Bonus points for including for including a dilemma e.g. character sacrifice
- You may present your team in the format of your choice.
- You may choose a base of operations within a reasonable distance of your home.
- Writers who are experts in a particular media must create their team from that media.
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We at Geek Pride value your opinions and encourage you to share your thoughts in the comments below or better still on the forum thread for this writing event. On the forum feel free to submit your ideal team, but remember to stick to the rules!
Team #1 by Becca Harper (TV)
So as the challenger it is only fair for me to go first, and it has not been as easy I thought it may have been. First I wanted an all out team of killing machines, but then would that work as a group dynamic? Last thing I want is for us to turn on each other or become the bad guys in an already terribly horrific world. Also, when I think zombie survival I imagine long term, rebuilding ours lives best we can scenario and for those reasons I have picked the following team. I have chosen a very basic character sheet, minus all the stats, as my format because I am an avid role player gamer.
The Base
I have chosen this building situated a handy 2.3 miles from my home. The area is securely fenced off and is situated on the right on the edge of a canal bank. Basically anyone trying to enter from the back will have to deal with water and be able to scale a building. It is situated in a industrial park and so the number of possible infected is lower than the average housing estate. I happen to know the building also has it’s own generator and the staircases are easily removed, always an advantage. With a huge plus of it being located right next to a garden center full of handy spades and other such weapons and across the road from a pub. Though glass fronted, that is reinforced glass handy for watching the outside world whilst being dry and alive inside. It sounds weird that I know these things but my husband used to work there, we decided a long time ago this is where we would be heading.
GameOverCast Eps 118 + 119 (Mature Language)
For some reason I didn’t get the details for episode 118; I blame Radarhead. Anyway here it is along with the newest episode, featuring yours truly at the end for the email section ;oD
Episode 119 of the GameOverCast is up!
This weeks uber sexual show is brought to you by Jay, Radar, Gibson, Nijisnky and special guest hacker Smurph!
The show opens with Nijisnky telling us about his many GAME store adventures, tasting gamer funk and and getting fined £100 on his birthday….
In games we have been playing we talk Call of Duty Black Ops 2, the awesome Need for Speed:Most Wanted, and then every single last aspect of HALO 4!!!!
From the weapons, to the music, to single player campaign, to the Multiplayer and pretty much everything in between.
We are joined for a short while by Matt Geary of Geek pride, where the Halo 4 battle lines are drawn, and then we close out with some awesome emails from our absolutely awesome listeners!
If you missed eps. 118 then you can listen to it here
If you have and you want to listen to 119 then press the picture below
You can also listen and subscribe to to the GOC podcasts on Itunes
Finally! The Death and Return of Superman Explained. With Booze. (Mature language)
In 1992, comics publisher DC took a radical step in the battle for comic book sales and mercilessly murdered their flagship hero, the Man of Steel himself, Superman. And then (spoliers!) they brought him back, which many fans consider (along with Spiderman’s Clone Saga) to be nothing but a giant glowing middle-finger. Max Landis (film maker, screenwriter of Chronicle, and son of John) is obviously one such fan who, along with some famous friends (including LOTR’s Elijah Wood and Spaced’s Simon Pegg as his dear old dad), has created a hilarious video to explain exactly what the merry chuff it was all about. Enjoy.
GEEKs MEAN PRIZES #3 (02/12/2012)**CLOSED**
WINNERS – Katie Fairfield, Rick Smith, Chris Jewell
PR Genie (on behalf of the History Channel) have kindly donated 3 copies of the newly released (and amazing) DVD: Vietnam: Lost Films annnnnnd 3 copies of the awesome blue ray DVD: Titanic 100 years in 3D.
To win, as always, is very simple. All you gots to do is share this comp on your FB (press the like button and post to page) and follow us on Twitter (https://twitter.com/GeekPride1) …. easy!
3 winners will be chosen in two weeks and each will get a copy of both DVDs!
**please note this is onloy for UK residents, as they are UK region DVDs. Dont worry, we’ll get some more world wide comps up soon!**
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Competition ends 02/12/2012 at midnight and is only for UK residents ; any entries after the deadline will be discounted.
The winners will be chosen at random from our Twitter followers
Winners will be announced and contacted week commencing the 03/12/2012 and posted on this article as well as the forum.
Any issues or questions then please get in contact
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