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The Rise of Skywalker, Second Viewing

Disney chose to release the digital version a few days early, and I took my time rewatching it last night.  This is a fast, dense film, and it can’t all be taken in at once.  It really does benefit from subsequent viewings, and it’s a great ending for the saga.

We live in an unfortunate time.  Everyone confuses being edgy with being sophisticated.  Given the cultural enormity of the franchise, everyone feels compelled to weigh in and glue their biases to it.  The discourse around the new trilogy has run the gamut from selfish to surreal to downright ugly.  Alt-right trolls complain about the inclusion of strong female characters, self-declared fanboys gripe that these aren’t the movies they would have made, and people with no real interest in the movies themselves have to graft political allegories to them.

It’s all really tiresome, and it all misses the mark.  Star Wars isn’t meant to be high art. 

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The Last Jedi isn’t the Star Wars film we wanted, but it’s the one we need.

The Last Jedi has more than its share of plot twists. There’s almost no way to discuss the movie without spoiling them. If you haven’t seen it yet, please do so before reading on.

Remember the last scene of The Force Awakens? Rey has tracked Luke Skywalker across the galaxy. She seeks training, and the Resistance needs his help. She shows up on his doorstep and presents him with a lightsaber. The movie ends with that shot. Rey’s face is filled with expectation. Luke’s expression is hard to gauge.

It’s not just any lightsaber. It was Luke’s first, the one that belonged to his father, Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One who was prophesied to bring balance to the Force, trained by Jedi Master Kenobi…oh, for $%^&# sake.

It was with no small amount of relief that I laughed aloud when Luke’s first act in the new film is to take the saber, examine it, and throw it over his shoulder.

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Y’all $#*%ers Need Talos

So, the Skyrim Special Edition is out.  PC players have long had access to graphical upgrades and community mods, but the SE brings those to console players.

Some of the graphics updates are subtle, while others are still quite noticeable.  While the frame rate is still locked at 30fps, load times are drastically reduced.  That said, this is still Skyrim, so some of the character models are janky, and many of the glitches are still there.  Expect to see the occasional mammoth falling out of the sky and such.

The mods are an inexhaustible supply of novelty, though.  The unofficial patch fixes a great number of nagging issues.  Others offer everything from small tweaks (realistic weather effects, better companion dialogue) to entirely new quests and cities.

If you never played this game when it came out, this is a good chance to rectify that mistake. For those of us who did, the upgrades and mods certainly make it worth revisiting.

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Star Wars: JJ Abrams Gets It

I just watched The Force Awakens, and I’m going to get my thoughts out while it’s fresh on my mind.

First off, it’s good.  Not “good,” as in, “well, maybe it wasn’t a total trainwreck.”  No, it’s “good” as in, “tons of kids are going to emulate the new characters like my generation did with Luke and Han” good.

The visuals are impeccable.  Abrams doesn’t feel the need to clutter every inch of screen real estate, so the creature and building designs really stand out.  The dogfight sequences are kinetic and exhilarating.  Poe Dameron is absolutely the man.

Which brings us to the dialogue.  The earliest comedic beat in the movie comes from his back-and-forth with Finn (actually, “FN-2187”).  It the kind of dialogue at which Joss Whedon excels, and a minute worth of witty banter sets up their characters perfectly.

The humor?  There are no fart jokes or awkward mascot characters.  

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Bloom County Is Back

Bloom County was a comic strip that ran in newspapers through most of the 1980’s.  If you don’t know what those things are, I pity you.

It was both a product of the times and a commentary on them.  Our culture was refracted through the lens of a vomiting Garfield parody, an incompetent scoundrel of a lawyer, a boy whose anxieties literally lived in his closet (the purple snorkelwacker!), and a neurotic penguin (actually, puffin) named Opus.

It touched on politics, but it wasn’t an overt political cartoon.  What’s more, it had a huge heart and endearing characters.  It was a tremendous part of my childhood.

(I still have the promotional Billy and the Boingers record somewhere.)

Berkeley Breathed discontinued the strip in 1989.  There would be two spinoffs, Opus and Outland.  Both ran limited runs.  In 2008, he retired from the business.

Word comes this week that he’s bringing the strip back.  

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New Star Wars Trailer

So, we have an actual trailer for the Force Awakens.  It looks like JJ Abrams has the feel of the original trilogy figured out.

I’m not even going to warn you that there are spoilers ahead.  Well, I guess I just did.  With my obligation thus fulfilled, let’s get to it.

destroyer_desert

That’s a Star Destroyer crashed in the desert, with a dead X-Wing in the foreground.  Notice the rounded turbines:  that’s an old-school model, not one of the new ones.  The battle must have taken place during the original trilogy.

kylo_ren

Kylo Ren, the new bad guy.  The mask reminds me of Darth Revan, from the one good Star Wars video game.  His lightsaber looks downright dangerous.

lightsaber_handoff

I think that’s Leia receiving the lightsaber.  Notice the resemblance to Luke Skywalker’s first lightsaber, which he lost in the Empire Strikes Back.  The person handing it over appears to be an alien.

Who ends up with it?  

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On Double Standards

Harvey Weinstein and Meryl Streep have announced their intentions to make a feature film bashing the NRA. Weinstein is the founder of Miramax, a company known for producing wholesome family films that teach nonviolent solutions to life’s problems. Pulp Fiction, Death Proof, Sin City, Django Unchained, and Inglourious Basterds are just a few of the heartwarming movies he’s bankrolled and produced.

There’s no small irony in the fact that he’s a big fan of gun control. I can’t fathom what philosophical justification he has for condemning the instrument while celebrating the act of violence to the extent he does. Whatever helps him sleep at night, I suppose.

Weinstein claims the new movie will be something along the lines of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. He added, “we’re going to take this issue head on, and they’re going to wish they weren’t alive after I’m done with them.”

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Angry Birds: Birdemic 2

Birdemic wasn’t the worst movie ever made. The technical execution was slightly better than Manos: the Hands of Fate, but not by much. It wasn’t as misanthropic as Coleman Francis’ work, nor was it as utterly incomprehensible as Monster a Go-Go. It was simply a bad movie that didn’t take itself too seriously.

To recap: two hopelessly inept and wooden actors enter into an awkward romance. Halfway through the movie, badly-animated birds start attacking. The birds divebomb gas stations and explode. Some urinate acid on people. We’re treated to long, expository dialogue about global warming. People die. The birds fly off. End of movie.

The movie became a cult classic. Director James Nguyen seems to be a good guy who just doesn’t mind the criticism, and he felt his movie needed a sequel. Was he right? I’ll let you decide.

Weird Science: Planetary #27

Almost three years since the last issue, Warren Ellis has delivered the final book of Planetary.  It’s an odd and problematic epilogue, but a welcome one nonetheless.

The premise seemed simple enough on the surface.  All that stuff in the superhero comics?  It really happened.  Four scientists did venture into space and return with supernatural powers.  A dying planet did send its last son to earth.  Sherlock Holmes was real, and there’s an island off the coast of Japan where giant monsters live.

Of course, none of it happened the way we’ve been led to believe.  Spoilers ahead.

Flower

Flower

I can see why some folks wouldn’t care for this game. You can’t dual-wield weapons, the team deathmatch mode is sorely lacking, and the final boss is a pushover.

If that last sentence meant nothing to you, then you’ll likely enjoy it.

The Road: One must always pretend something among the dying.

I’m probably reading far too much into this book, but it seems to invite such scrutiny. Its emotional impact is blunt, yet strangely reassuring. At its heart, this is a story of a man’s love for his son, but McCarthy has chosen the most adversarial setting possible.

Mixed in through the text are odd words and turns of phrase, some of which seem random or invented. The one that stands out most, however, is “salitter.”

I knew I’d heard it before, but I couldn’t place it. Turns out, it was used by Jakob Böhme in his 1612 book Aurora to describe the “substance of God.”

Don’t mess wit da Stillers

So, it’s 27-23. Bookies are losing millions on that tiny spread tonight.

Of course, this was a game of slim margins and surprise upsets. The Cardinals started well by scoring early, but like the Steelers, their defense was sorely lacking.

Did-that-just-happen moments included Harrison’s 100-yard interception (the longest in NFL history, if I’m not mistaken) and Santonio Holmes’ just-by-inches touchdown, which yanked Arizona’s lead in the last three minutes.

The Shield: Life goes on

It’s been seven years, and well, the finale wasn’t what I expected.

Of course, I’d be disappointed if it was.

That said, it was phenomenal.  Loose ends were tied up, while many threads were left open, presumably to imply that, after all that has happened tonight, life in Farmington will still be going on tomorrow.

I suppose the most jarring aspect of this episode was the amount of space and silence employed.  It’s rare for this show to breathe, but there were several moments of that here.  In fact, there are several minutes of it.

For a show like this, a minute is an eternity.

No wonder I no longer watch SNL

Wow, it’s really tanked since the 1990s. Apparently Saturday Night Live was struggling for viewership, so they jumped at the chance to bring former cast member Tina Fey back into the fold, in which she did cameo appearances impersonating Sarah Palin.

Her performance was marvelous, bordering on the uncanny.  I found it absolutely hilarious.  Apparently, it helped the folks at SNL, who saw a 50% increase in audience share.  Fey did another skit lampooning the Vice Presidential debate, and tonight, the real Sarah Palin was invited to appear.

DC vs Heller: Ripples in the Local Pond

Georgia Lt. Governor Cagle has appointed Senator Mitch Seabaugh of Sharpsburg to chair the Senate committee proposed in Resolution 819.  The committee will survey and elucidate the state’s complex and often contradictory firearms laws.  SR 19 reads, in part:

WHEREAS, current Georgia laws applicable to the carrying of firearms are extensive, complex, ambiguous, scattered in various provisions of the Official Code of Georgia Annotated, and frequently produce unintended results and confusion among Georgians who carry firearms, law enforcement officers, and the courts (…) in light of the above, it is now time to closely scrutinize and improve Georgia’s firearms laws

BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that the committee shall undertake a study of Georgia’s firearms laws generally and the application of these laws to Georgia’s peaceable and law-abiding citizens to ensure that constitutional rights, the right of self-defense, and public safety are properly protected and that persons involved in the firearms licensing process are treated fairly and equitably.

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Easter=MST3K

Not Godzilla's shining hour.

Today’s cinematic triumph is Godzilla vs. Megalon. It’s a cautionary tale about mankind’s disregard for the environment, coupled with a lesson on the folly of scientific arrogance. It also raises moral questions about creating and controlling artificial intelligence.

Well, sorta. It’s a sequel to 1972’s dreadful Godzilla vs. Gigan, which was hardly a high-water mark for the franchise itself.

Death Note licensed by Viz

Desu Nōto has been hugely popular in Japan in the last few months, and it’s even spawned two live-action movies in Japan. Justly so, since it’s a taut and riveting series, and I’ve been following it on a weekly basis.

Until this week, that is. Last week, Viz announced that they’ve received the stateside licensing for the series, which stops legitemate fansubs cold. Viz doesn’t have the best track record of localization, so this was hardly considered positive news.

Ravens and Writing Desks

The Last Unicorn is something of a lost classic. I saw it on its original release in 1982, and it had a huge effect on me as a child. It led to a years-long love of fantasy novels, particularly Tolkein and Terry Brooks.

Several years ago, a friend brought it up in conversation, and we decided to try and find it on video. It turned out it had been out of print for quite some time. It’s since been re-released, and it’s seen several versions on DVD, none of which you should consider buying.

Ergo Proxy: Life after God

…and so it winds to a close. Though this series has ended up in a completely different place from where it began, the ending is quite satisfying. Looking back over it, this was far more ambitious than the initial episodes seemed to suggest.

Massive spoilers to follow.

Forgotten classics: Red Dawn

My local high-school football team is called the Wolverines. The high-school football team and guerilla patriot squad from Red Dawn is also called the Wolverines. Yet, whenever I see someone in a letter jacket and scream, “Wolverines!” with a rifle in my hand, people just don’t seem to get it.

Why? Because one of the great classics of Reagan-era American cinema languishes in near-obscurity. This is truly unfortunate, especially since we just haven’t had enough flag-waving jingoistic fervor in this country lately. Every red-blooded American should go out and watch this movie immediately.

If you don’t, then the terrorists have already won.

Noein lands Stateside.

One of the nice things about Bittorrent and the DVD format in general is that obscure television series and movies are available all over the world, as opposed to just the countries in which they were broadcast.

Snow White, and the end of the world.

I finally finished the Melancholy of Suzumiyu Haruhi, and what a ride it was. It still remains to be seen if this show will ever see a stateside release, but judging from reactions and sales in Japan, it would seem very likely.

Here’s hoping Manga doesn’t screw up the localization.

The scene pictured above is a dream sequence, which, depending on who you ask, either saved the world or completely re-wrote it into one strongly resembling the one preceeding. Besides, it’s more of a red-herring, since the whole show was aired in an arbitrary order, and this is actually the fourth episode.

And since it was a “dream,” it doesn’t affect the characters’ relationship significantly (as much as it might have affected reality as a whole).

At least that’s my take. Opinions vary.

Confused yet? Good. That’s part of the fun with this. If you follow the order that Kyon gives in the end credits, you’ll get something close to the “chronological” order (which makes sense, since Kyon is the “logical” center of the plot), but in its own way, the series takes on a different life if you watch it in broadcast order.

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Suzumiya Haruhi no YÅ«utsu

Somebody tell me what’s going on. Please?

I usually hate this sort of series, but two minutes into the first episode, my jaw was hanging open in awe. It’s not every day someone throws such a disparate hodgepodge of ideas together and has it actually work. What’s more, it’s incredibly dense and entertaining, with a wonderful sense of humor.

Think Monty Python doing classic space opera, with musings on quantum physics, artificial intelligence, time travel and the nature of God. Set it up with wonderful animation, and you’ve got the Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi.

I have no idea where the “melancholy” part comes from, as this series has one of the sharpest senses of humor I’ve seen in a long time.

People kept recommending this to me, and at first glance, it looked like typical Japanese High-School anime to me. No thanks. I passed on it, and my friends got more insistent, swearing that it wasn’t what it appeared to be.

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“Ultrasuede is a miracle…this is just good timing.”

Season 8 of the Simpsons is out on DVD. This was really the liminal season; the cracks had begun to show as far back as Season 4, and after this, the show took a real downturn, from which it hasn’t recovered.

The series started out as a great family drama/sitcom, and its strength was in the interplay between the characters. After a few years, it started dredging its comedy from abstract situations and gimmicks, and the characters became cardboard cutouts going through the motions over and over again.

One of the most annoying devices was the use of unessential guest stars. John Glenn was utterly wasted, as have been several sports figures and celebrities, many of whom just happened to have been available and shoehorned in when a given episode was being scripted.

Early cameos like Dustin Hoffman (as Lisa’s substitute teacher) and Danny DeVito (as Homer’s lost brother Herb) brought real charisma to their episodes, but bringing in R.E.M.

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Healing America by Beating People Up

I love Warren Ellis. If he was a beautiful woman, or if I were gay, I’d kiss him. Even though he’s English.

Of course, given that neither of the above conditions apply, we’ll just have to say, “it’s the thought that counts.”

Ellis has brought some real merit to the world of comics. Transmetropolitan more than lives up to all the hype you’ve heard. This is the guy who turned Image’s dreadful superhero comic Stormwatch into the loud, obnoxious, borderline-fascist and utterly exhilirating Authority that we all came to know and love. He’s also responsible for Planetary, which may be one of the greatest and most emotionally affecting things written for the genre since Alan Moore’s Watchmen.

Ellis is a strong writer, with an ear for both a great story and snappy dialogue. He’s got a wicked sense of humor, though it’s usually quite subtle.

Well, not here. Nextwave is just as loud and brash, and just as much stuff explodes as in any issue of The Authority, but the difference here is that it’s all immediate and up-front.

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X3: The Last Stand

I grew up on Chris Claremont’s X-Men. The book struck a chord with me, and soap-opery as it was, it was much better than the silly fare most companies were churning out. Claremont took some of the strangest people imaginable, breathed life into them, and made the reader care.

Somehow that all lost focus in the late 80s when Jim Lee hijacked the book. Throughout the 90s, it was a total mess, with a revolving door of mediocre writers and artists who really had no feel for the characters. Every now and then, I’d pick up a copy out of nostalgia, but the books were filled with ridiculously muscled (or ridiculously endowed, in the case of the female characters) ubermensch who seemed to be distinguished from each other by their names only.

Sales dropped, and Marvel started a “let’s throw a bunch of stuff against the wall and see what sticks” approach.

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The Joy of Torgo

Torgo

Ah, it’s been awhile. If you don’t know who this happy little gent is, well…you’ve never seen Manos: the Hands of Fate. When I was in college, a friend brought a copy of this movie over one Friday night for us to watch. It had been given to him by his film professor as “a catalog of heinous mistakes.” We tried to sit through it. We really did.

In the years since, I’d largely buried the resulting psychological trauma under a thin veneer of denial and forgetfulness. Although I’d followed it casually, I’d been unaware that the good folks at Mystery Science Theater 3000 had given Manos the full treatment. A friend mentioned it, and it turns out that this is one of the MST3K episodes Rhino’s released on DVD, so I picked up a copy.

This is an entirely different movie when Joel and the Bots do it. On its own, Manos is utterly unwatchable.

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“You win again, gravity!”

Futurama never stood a chance on network television. Sure, it was created by Simpsons creator Matt Groening (and billed as such), but it never got much of an initial push by Fox, and after a few episodes, it got relegated to the usual Fox treatment: it was regularly pre-empted, its schedule was shuffled on a regular basis (making it impossibe for even diehard fans to catch), and its promotion dwindled to zero.

This is what I despise about Fox. They’ll throw a ton of money at anything (sometimes good), but if they don’t see the dividends immediately, they doom it to a slow death by obscurity (sometimes bad). This same treatment sank other worthy shows, like Firefly and the Family Guy.

It’s interesting to note that the latter two shows found an unexpected and vibrant second life on DVD. Firefly became a cult hit after its demise, and fan reaction was such that Joss Whedon was greenlighted to make a feature film, Serenity.

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After the prequels, or “where are they now?”

The following contains spoilers for the new Star Wars movie. If you haven’t seen it yet and don’t want it utterly wrecked for you, skip this post. And go see it. It’s much better than the first two episodes.

So, at the end of Episode III, all the nails are pretty much in the coffin. Everyone you don’t see in the original trilogy dies over the course of the movie.

Plo Koon, Aayla Secura, Kit Fisto, Agen Kolar and the rest of the Jedi Council: cut down by their own troops in the field after Order 66 is activated.

Mace Windu: partially dismembered by Anakin, then killed by Palpatine by being shocked and thrown out a high window.

Bail Organa: to be killed on Alderaan when the Death Star destroys it.

Qui Gon Jinn: killed in Episode I, finds a way to become immortal through the Force after death, passes this secret on to Yoda, who passes it on to Obi-Wan at the end of Episode III

Nute Gunray, Rune Haako, Wat Tambor and the rest of the Trade Federation cronies: killed by Anakin Skywalker on Mustafar.

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Star Wars: Episode III, Part 2

Okay, there are spoilers ahead. If you haven’t seen the movie yet, skip the rest of this review. All I’ll give away is the obvious: everyone you don’t see in the original trilogy dies here. Horribly. This isn’t a fun movie, but yes, it’s worth seeing if you have any interest in Star Wars.

You’ve been warned.

Of course, it opens with a huge space-battle. Like so many other things in the prequels, it looks great, but in context, it doesn’t serve any real purpose, and there’s no sense of urgency or risk. Seriously, cut out the whole battle/rescue sequence, and the plot doesn’t falter a bit. It’s just there as a huge, loud and confusing overture. Count Dooku shows up, and promptly gets cut down by Anakin. Again, no emotional investment whatsoever. No,”you cut off my hand, now it’s payback,” no witty banter from the Count, just a flashy lightsaber battle and off with his head.

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Star Wars: Episode III, Part 1

Well, it’s all wrapped up, and at least it went out with a bang instead of a wheeze this time.

After Attack of the Clones, it occured to me that I’d gone to see it out of reflex more than anything else. After Fun Time with Jar Jar and Pals (also known as Phantom Menace, if memory serves), I had really lost faith in George Lucas. His “enhancements” to the original trilogy didn’t help matters, either. It felt like all my childhood memories had somehow been tainted, I wasn’t looking forward to the second installment. After the fever-pitch of hype and dissapointment that surrounded Episode I, most of the folks attending AOTC seemed just a bit wary. There were more than a few folks holding out hope, but even that had a certain guarded quality to it.

Episode II wasn’t nearly as horrendous as the first one, but it certainly wasn’t very good, either.

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The Episode III Trailer

The third and final Star Wars prequel comes out next may, but Lucasfilm has released the trailer. I managed to snag a copy, and it looks interesting so far. What’s odd is that the first half is comprised of footage from earlier movies, including a voiceover of Obi-Wan’s original description of Vader’s origin to Luke in A New Hope. I suppose it’s to bring audiences up to speed, and to make the connection.

If the horrible travesty of Phantom Menace hadn’t rattled my faith in Lucas, I might be looking forward to this movie with a bit more anticipation, but now I’m only mildly interested. I wasn’t too impressed with Attack of the Clones, either, but I went to watch it because, well, it was Star Wars, dammit, and I was supposed to at least give it a chance.

If nothing else, the first two prequels were visually astonishing, and this looks no different.

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Why Joss Whedon is a genius, and I am but a humble mortal


(Click to see entire page. Copyright Marvel, 2004)

Those words are “Fastball Special.” The following two pages are a single-panel spread of Peter launching Logan into the upper atmosphere in the time-honored Claremont fashion. It suddenly doesn’t really matter how exactly Peter’s back from the dead, or what Chuck Austen and the rest have done to the series since the early ’90s. In just a couple of pages and a few well-placed lines of dialogue. Whedon’s erased all concerns, and suddenly, you’re back in the halcyon days of 1986 like nothing’s changed at all.

Given what readers have endured in the hands of writers since Claremeont, it feels like coming home, and I got a lump in my throat reading this issue. It’s been a long time since the X-Men books have had an emotional stake for me, but Whedon’s found the heart of the title, and this is only halfway through Astonishing #6.

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In case you hadn’t heard, it’s Colossus.

Just felt like I’d get that out of the way for the last three people on earth who haven’t been reading Joss Whedon’s run on Astonishing X-men. Not like I’m spoiling anything, since Marvel chose to run with a variant cover that splashes it right out there for everyone to see.

I grew up on the X-men, specifically Claremont’s run in the mid-to-late ’80s. The book was unlike anything out there, with a strong, well-developed cast of believable characters who just happened to live in the most unlikely of circumstances. They fit somewhere between the bland superhero comics that DC were churning out and the more grim “adult” segment market. The X-men were outlaws in the eyes of the public, but by their own standards, they were protectors of a world that despised them even as it depended on their help. They were freaks who bonded together not just out of a need for survival, but as a family of sorts.

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