About three years ago when I started working on my illustrated werewolf stories in earnest I decided I had to come up with rules that would dictate what my lycanthropes could and couldn't do. I figured it would help give my stories some cohesion. So anyways, I wrote up some rules, and was helped by my buddy James on a few others.
Of course there are some old classic rules, but I put a twist on them. For example a common modern werewolf killer is silver. Well, in my rules system I wrote that silver indeed gives its wielder an advantage over the werewolf, but it's not necessarily a 100% death probability. All silver-based weapons do in my world is greatly increase the chance of inflicting serious bodily injury or death to a werewolf. A simple strike to a werewolf's head with a silver-tipped cane will definitely do some damage, but if its user is really small compared to the werewolf maybe the result won't be death.
Conversely silver is not the only way to kill a Frank Bruce werewolf. Fire and acid would be obvious means of inflicting death, but also catastrophic damage from any old weapon dispensed in a short amount of time could do the trick too. For example shooting a werewolf with a machine gun (with lots of head and torso shots) could work.
In fact when you look at my werewolves, you'll see they don't possess obnoxious super-human strength. They have very human limitations. Several of my werewolves even get punched or damaged when engaged in combat, such as is true in the real world when lions or wolves go on the hunt. There is always a risk of death. Werewolves that are too strong make for boring monsters.
Remember the the 2010 film The Wolfman starrring Guillermo del Torro? The opening sequence portrayed the beast as running so fast as to be invisible. You know what? That sucked. Speed does not scary make. I'm way more into an American Werewolf in London beast hurrying through Picadilly Circus. It's not very fast and could easily have been killed by a car. I like werewolves with some human limitations. They are, after all, partly human.
So I guess I'll soon start posting, one by one, my Frank Bruce rules that govern the werewolves in my world. Do you have any ideas?
The 2016 Comic Con has finally cleared out, and downtown San Diego is returning to normal. As I've mentioned in the prior blogs, I didn't have tickets to get into the Convention Center, but who needs them when the crowded streets are just as fascinating? Lots of great hero watching to be sure. But what's up with all the Jesus people? Every year they storm the area with bullhorns screaming everyone is doomed unless they become "saved".
Look, I don't really care on a personal level whatever religion anyone wants to believe. I wouldn't even care if the Jesus guys showed up at future Cons, that is, so long as they ditch the bullhorns. It's one thing for them to use their voice and lungs to try and win over an audience, but they INVADE everyone's eardrums with their version of morality and God. They FORCE their way into your ears. It's a violation of your dignity. Anyways, I can ignore loud people pretty good, but it's hard to enjoy the moment when a bullhorn cranked at 1000 decibels is saying REPENT or DIE!
Funny thing is, these guys claim to have the moral high ground; but during the few moments I watched them all I could see were angry Con fans yelling at them. Is it cool to anger people like that? Is it Christian to push your brand onto people that aren't asking for it? Is it cool to provoke people on such a personal matter?
Of course yelling begets yelling, and you can't out yell a bullhorn (and no, I didn't yell at them). Those Jesus guys can turn nasty when people tell them where to stick it. I suppose I can't blame them, we're all only human after all. Anyways, I think one fed-up Comic Con fan had the second best response. He said, "Just worry about yourself!"
The best response, however, was from the thousands of Con fans that did their best to ignore the bullhorns, and walk past the Jesus guys as if they didn't matter at all.
Seeing as I work and live in San Diego I always try to swing through downtown when the Comic Con is in town. As I've mentioned in a previous blog, getting tickets there is in the same category as odds of being bitten by a shark or winning the lottery; so for me walking in the area around the Convention Center was where I was.
Last night, downtown San Diego was a fantasy world of cosplay, halloween, and je ne sais quoi all rolled into one. tens of thousands of people crammed the streets admiring the handmade costumes some fans took the time to make, and occasionally glimpsing up at the buildings, which have all been covered with a weird "skin" promoting some kind of Hollywood movie or TV show. Of course all the bars and taverns were packed to the hilt, too. The park along K and Fourth has been converted to a SouthPark land, promoting the new South Park movie.
One word of caution: commercialism. Comic Con has indeed been taken over by big money entities who are there to shove commercials down your throat. Their offerings are a wolf in sheep's clothing, though. In other words, their commercials are beautiful and draw you in, and seemingly all in the name of Comic Con. But wait - step back a minute. What is really happening?
Imagine driving down the freeway and every square inch of roadway is covered with obnoxious billboard after nauseating billboard ads. Does this exist already where you live? Or think about how even so-called commercial-free radio crams advertising into your ears, like National Public Radio (NPR). Ever try and listen to their morning commute show? Their "DJs" read you commercials every few minutes, and then they play pre-recorded DJ voices reading even more $#@% commercials. I think they average a commercial every 4 or 5 minutes. Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that Comic Con is the same thing. Appreciating that the structure on which it is now built is nothing more than one big commercial.
I am convinced that exposure to too much commercial/advertising is BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH.
All of Comic Con's ads include email links, and social media opportunities where the unweary allow some company to have access to their personal lives, including GPS whereabouts at all times, how long one is in a certain spot, what/who one's email and phone contacts are, how old one is, and even access to one's web activity. Don't believe me? Have you read the news about the new Pokemon Go app? A watchdog group outed the app as ingenious spyware that does ALL of the above-mentioned underhand shit.
I don't mean to be a killjoy. Go to the Con, enjoy the Con, and even enjoy the commercialization of the Con (with moderation); however be cognizant of what its true nature really is and don't become a victim of its advertisers.
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Along with the vast mass, the common people, and indeed the bulk of nobility, I will not be attending the 2016 Comic Con in San Diego from July 21-24. The main reason, of course, is that the tickets are swallowed up a year in advance - many of which (I suspect) are set aside for industry insiders and celebrities.
If I am correct, this phenomenon can also be seen in other events with mass popular appeal, such as the Super Bowl. How many true NFL fans never ever ever ever ever ever will get an opportunity to see a Super Bowl because so many of the precious tickets are given to some celebrity? How many tickets are immediately put up for resale on Stub Hub at 500% increase in value? I'm willing to bet one can find Comic Con tickets in such a manner. Folks who buy from an internet ticket reseller must be willing to pretend to be whoever's name is on the badge as they enter the convention center. It' s easy.
I am happy to say, however, that downtown San Diego in general becomes one large Comic Con. You do not need tickets to enjoy that... but the pessimist in me knows the City of San Diego too well. Whenever those parsimonious bastards find ways to turn a profit on something that was free, they do.
Case in point: Saint Paddy's Day celebrations (not the parade) and Fat Tuesday celebrations used to be freeeeeeeeee! So many people showed up and had a good time that after a few years the City started fencing off where the party was going to be held and charging a king's ransom for entry.
So I suppose I should clarify. I will be in downtown San Diego for the Con, but not inside the sacred shrine (the convention center) itself.