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I had a right royal strop about 1602, and I have no idea why. I think was exceptionally drunk, iirc.
That's prolly the baddest thing I've read recently. Fly and Haus do the parody much better, though. My meek defense of the whole 'and if a man might be a devil, yea, and one who doth dare, he might indeed be said to be a daring devil' bit is that maybe there was a notion that not just the same old fat-and-beardeds might be reading, and thus they might need to be hit over the head with a hammer with some stuff. No excuse really, though. Stick the boot in.
Re: X-Force killing, yeah, Cable shot Masque in the face. But mostly they just hung around outdoors in Phoenix, Arizona being moody (hah! I remember reading James Proudstar aka Warpath aka Thunderbird II aka Pridewalker doing precisely that during Fatal Attractions - #25, fact fans, going 'Porno for Pyros - you know how I zone out on them', and thinking 'oh, I shan't like that band then.') and got attacked instead of being inside a nice house in Westchester, getting attacked.
I checked out Alan Grant's franchise stuff on CBDB a while back, and a really sizeable portion of it involves the unlikely plot twist of the hero, be they Batman or Punisher, going to Scotland. Think it was him used to run that Moniaive festival, which a pair of callow roleplaying youths (myself et best pal) attended a few years back, and it was guff.
Anyway, here's Nick Fury in the world's most terrifyingly hard country:
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