The Hateful King
The one now known as the Hateful King was conceived during a tryst between an immortal magic user and a demon meeting in a spiritual plane. The future King’s mother was a messenger demon, a go-between between earthly wizards and a powerful demon, the Fear Fomenter. Born and raised in the demon realm, he was put into service of the Fear Fomenter, fighting against other demons who tried to muscle in on his turf, though the other demons mocked him for his partial corporeality. In his thirtieth year, the Fear Fomenter traded him to a human wizard. He was on Earth for the first time as a slave and being forced to build a castle alone, by hand. Doing this, he grew strong, and watching his master, he learned magic. After years of slavery, he was powerful enough to overthrow his wizard master. And after that he opened a rift to the demon realm and killed the Fear Fomenter. Claiming the castle as his own, the Hateful King now had an army made up of the remnants of the wizard’s goblin hordes and a fear demon mob. He looked at the world around him and decided, he would take it for his own.
The sharp-eyed among you may notice that this guy is in color. I’ve been toying with coloring some of my previous Super Sunday sketched and, while I don’t know how to make it look less messy, some of the results please me. I guess from time to time when I feel like it, I’ll throw a color sketch up on here. Why did this guy deserve to be the first with color? Well, as of this writing, I think there is no story I’d rather be writing than the story of the war against the Hateful King. If I had an artist who wanted to work with me, this is the first idea I’d pitch right now.
A walking mass of space matter that resembles a color-inverted starry sky, Zglarxon is not from around here. Spawned in some anomaly deep in space, Zglarxon has come to Earth with an apparent mission, though its nature is not understandable to us mere mortals. Often it appears to steal rare elements and using them in constructing strange machinery, often in places that cause trouble for humanity (it seems to prefer building its structures on city streets). If it completes its machine, it will often leave. If the machine’s operation is impeded, it will attack.
Given the “inverted starry sky” description I gave above, Zglarxon is practically colored as well. Hooray. As a mysterious space-thing with unknowable motives, Zglarxon is a counterpart of the Orbzoid. What makes Zglarxon a bad guy and Orbzoid a good guy? The Orbzoid seems to help people on occasion, but Zglarxon barely notices their presence, uncaring as it causes harm to achieve whatever it is trying to achieve. And if someone stands between Zglarxon and his goals, Zglarxon will become extremely violent.
Well this one is depressing. To sum it up, Tommy Prince was a really good soldier and helped out in several different wars. When he came back home, his life sucked because life pretty much sucks for all aboriginal people in Canada. And his life continued to suck until he was dead forever. But this one guy at his funeral pointed out how that was sad, so that’s a plus.
I don’t remember this one from my youth. Probably its a newer one, but even if it had aired back then I don’t think there’s any good quotes to be seared into brains in this one. I kinda like how it looks like he might be dressing himself at first, but then it turns out he’s a corpse. For some fraction of a split-second I was able to believe that he had just dressed up in his uniform to lay down in the coffin. I’d do that if I had access to a military uniform and a coffin. But sadly, no. He’s just dead is all.
Not much else to say here. I definitely think that it is worth drawing attention to the fact that First Nations people have so many disadvantages. Still, all this Moment does is draw attention to it. The fact that Tommy Prince died in 1977 and it’s still true… Well. Depressing. Three out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake.
Today was, I’m pretty sure, the first day since my return to school when I have missed class due to feeling ill (instead of just oversleeping or just wanting to skip class). I could feel it coming on at work last night, but on the walk to class today I could tell I wasn’t going to be up to it, so I turned back around. Unfortunately it happened on the day of the week when I have three classes, instead of the day I have just one. Oh well. It’s like that old saying: “sometimes you miss school because you are sick.” What a classic old saying that is. So true.
Splaz kembordar fut.
Wezlengy, jurtra? Dersal.
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it on the site before or not, but my plan was to take summer classes. I’m not doing that now. Not this year anyway. Instead I think I’m going to take the summer as a relaxation time, and when I go back to school in September, take fewer courses at once. I feel like I will get more out of it that way.