Maine Republican Paul LePage Violates Federal Financial Disclosure Law (Nicole Belcastro/The Washington Sun)
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Kraken eager to douse Flames again in home opener https://www.rawchili.com/nhl/678497/ #Hockey #Kraken #NHL #Seattle #SeattleKraken #SeattleKraken
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Padres notes: Nick Pivetta eager to do his part, trust in Fernando Tatis Jr. and a tipping point https://www.rawchili.com/mlb/822632/ #Baseball #LatestHeadlines #MLB #Padres #SanDiego #SanDiegoPadres #SanDiego #SanDiegoPadres #Sports
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Rookie QB Jalon Daniels eager to build on first NFL start with struggling Buccaneers – Orlando Sentinel https://www.rawchili.com/nfl/1018844/ #Buccaneers #Football #NFL #SocialSports #Sports #TampaBay #TampaBayBuccaneers #TampaBay #TampaBayBuccaneers
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Tekisi mieli ottaa valta näiltä pelokkailta ja epäempaattisilta ihmisiltä.
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After rough 2nd half, May eager for 'blank slate' in NLDS Game 3 start https://www.mlb.com/news/dustin-may-on-starting-first-postseason-game-for-brewers SAN DIEGO — Every Major League pitcher endures a stretch of struggles at some point. Not every pitcher goes through that with a totally new cast of supporting characters around him.
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The Surveyor | #Indie #Horror #ShortFilm | Produced by Ryan Robert Minford
An eager young surveyor takes her first solo job: a quiet, empty field. Routine. Nothing to it.
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https://www.fogolf.com/us/11743/ Preview: Torrey Pines golfer eager to join list of San Diego greats #California #CaliforniaGolf #DelMarTimes #DelMarTimesSports #HighSchoolSports #LatestHeadlines #RanchoSantaFeReview #RanchoSantaFeReviewSports #Sports
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Murdered Celebrity Traitors star says he’s “grieving” after early exit
The Celebrity Traitors returned on Thursday (1 October) with its eage…
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10 Films To Watch At BFI London Film Festival
Between Cynthia Erivo commanding a courtroom, and Cameron Winter’s piano date with PTA, Wonderland assemble the most eagerly…
#London #Britain #UnitedKingdom #UK #GB #England #Headlines #News #Europe #EU #ThingstoDo #Londonfestival #Londonfestivalnews #LondonFilmFestival
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Mar Pujol ►Mitja Vida
Step away from the frantic noise of modern life and enter a breathtaking sanctuary of acoustic stillness and poetic contradiction! The mesmerizing Catalan singer-songwriter Mar Pujol has officially returned to cast her spell, announcing her eagerly awaited second full-length album, D’aquesta aigua no en beuré, arriving this October via Hidden Track Records, alongside the release of its stunning opening track and sole advance single, “Mitja Vida” and its accompanying official music […]https://musicwayatx.com/2026/10/06/mar-pujol-%e2%96%bamitja-vida/
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In Aberdeen, the slow twilight of North Sea oil and gas.
The British capital of black gold stands at the centre of the United Kingdom's heated debates over how quickly to move away from fossil fuels.
The Scottish city is eagerly awaiting a potential green light from the government to begin developing two new fields, one oil and the other gas.
#Oil #Gas #Aberdeen #Energy #UK #Scotland #NorthSea #Rosebank #Jackdaw #FossilFuels #Politics
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CW: NSFW, cumshot, cumtribute
Had to do another cum tribute to @Mitchlong sorry 😋🍆💦
Very horny, lots of precum (by my standards), rock hard, eager to cum.
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Good mining, everyone! ☀️ Happy Wednesday! Have a great day! 🍀🍄
I had a lovely morning on my morning walk—I saw these beautiful pale mushrooms in the sunlight.
Does anyone know what they’re called?
I know the names of flowers but lack the names of mushrooms—so if you know what these are called, please share! I’m eager to know.
Hope you all have a lovely morning and a great day!
Lots of love ❤️💛💚💙💜
#goodmorning #NaturePhotography #MorningVibes #HappyWednesday #WildlifeWednesday #ForestMagic #Fungi #NatureLovers #Mushroom #SunlitForest #BotanicalBeauty
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Fortinet researchers identified a campaign exploiting known issues to install ClingSTUN on routers, cameras and other internet-connected devices.
The activity first targeted Hytec routers, then expanded to products from EnGenius, D-Link, TP-Link, AVTECH, Realtek and Linear.
Fortinet says the malware can persist after a reboot and allow remote use of an infected device.
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You stood there, stunned, while your court-appointed guardian grabbed his ward by the hair, just hard enough to make him whimper, and guided him onto his rock-hard cock. The boy sucked eagerly, harder and harder, while he slightly spread his buttocks with his hands so that you could see his limp dick swing over the bald spot. Mr Ben groaned, long and loud. "I give you permission to swallow, good boy," he gasped. With one last deep thrust, he shoved his cock deep into 403’s throat before twitching and sinking back into the pillows. Number 403 bent forward, sweating, reaching down to Mr Ben's crotch, gulping his sperm and licking the man's penis clean.
For a second, they both were completely silent. Mr Ben laid on his back, legs stretched out, and Number 403 on his front between his thighs.
"You can go now, both," Mr Ben said.
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Turning points | Dissecting Iowa football’s first loss of the season
It’s no secret that Iowa football dominates Saturdays in the fall in Iowa City. However, leading up to the Hawkeyes’ matchup against No. 5 Ohio State, the buzz of fandom flooding the surrounding streets of Kinnick Stadium felt different. Fans lined up eager and prepare…
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Netherwilds – Peasant Rising Review By Andy-War-HallWhen 2026 started, I had no history with indie rock group Tokyo Police Club’s frontman David Monk or his viral TikTok peasant-sona Worm Chewer. But when the lead single of Monk’s avant-garde “peasant metal” side project Netherwilds dropped—”Return the Goat”—Peasant Rising immediately shot to my most anticipated release of the year. That snapshot of blackened hardcore folk was wild in a way I couldn’t have anticipated. The promise of a concept album following Worm Chewer’s peasant revolution involving mud mages, witch hunters, and Druidic battlemechs only sweetened the deal.1 But I’m also seeing high expectations for an untested band’s debut in Peasant Rising, something that could easily smite Netherwilds’ fairytale ending. Is Peasant Rising a kingmaker, or are Netherwilds’ ambitions…feudal?
To my knowledge, nothing else sounds like Peasant Rising. Netherwilds pushes thrash, industrial, hard rock, black metal, and doom through a sieve of eclectic Refusedesque hardcore and romanticized medieval folk. Between EDM drums meeting crossover thrash on “Helm Yeah,” “Dungeon Song” trading hypnotic folk with blackened blasts, and theater choir setting the stage for double-f’d-up tuff groove on “The Fall,” there’s always something novel happening with Peasant Rising. Like a ye olde Systemme of a Downe, every disparate genre thrives symbiotically in Netherwilds’ sound, stacking strength upon strength into a distinct, singular identity. Two ubiquitous factors tie Peasant Rising together sonically: folk aesthetics and insanely catchy hooks. Led by Monk’s bouzouki, folk instrumentation offers continuity whenever Netherwilds jumps from hardcore riffing (“Farmer’s Armoury”) to Slayer-informed thrash (“Return the Goat”) to acoustic industrial groove (“Blight!”) and back. With this creativity come well-earned earworms. Hear the radio-ready “The Ballad of Sir Gregory” or the atmospheric “Cry in the Hay,” or any one of the bombastic choirs across Peasant Rising and you’ll be humming them before you know it. It’s one thing to sound one-of-a-kind; it’s another to also sound as sharp, vital, and catchy as Peasant Rising.
What makes Netherwilds’ genre witchcraft so compelling is how it forwards the narrative told on Peasant Rising. Aided by many short narrative interludes,2 Peasant Rising tells a story of desperation, oppression, and revolution. Each beat is met with an appropriate musical identity. Worm Chewer’s belligerently drunk early ideations of rebellion are captured in the raucous ragers of “Peasant Pit” and “Helm Yeah,” while his tighter, more focused calls to revolution in “The Fall” and “Return the Goat” come later. SepticFlesh-like symphonic death riffs and choirs on “Heretic” characterize the seething sanctimoniousness of the king’s Inquisition, while the grimy Sabbathian doom riffs on “Wickermech” sell the monstrosity of its titular war machine. Guitar solos are few on Peasant Rising, but when Worm Chewer feels badass on “The Ballad of Sir Gregory” or unspeakably livid on “Return the Goat,” you’d best believe they come out ripping. Netherwilds play with an ear for hooks and a mind for narrative, portraying Peasant Rising’s tale in convincing earnestness.
That earnestness is what most surprised me about Peasant Rising; I never expected to be as moved by Netherwilds as I was amused by them. Eager to hype up Worm Chewer’s “Siege Proof Hovel” or “show these nobles who’s King of the Crops” (“Peasant Pit”), Netherwilds are just as equipped to bear the cruelty of the ruling class and show Worm Chewer at his lowest: “cry in the hay and call it a prayer” (“Cry in the Hay”). Encapsulating Peasant Rising’s narrative identity is one brilliant metaphor: the goat. The object of jilted remorse on “Peasant Rising,” the goat transforms as Worm Chewer radicalizes (“Siege Proof Hovel”), suffers oppression and degradation (“Dungeon Song”), and galvanizes the Humble Horde (“Farmer’s Armoury”). By the time we reach “Return the Goat” in Peasant Rising’s climax, the goat isn’t just a metaphor for the peasants’ labor being exploited by the parasitic nobility but also Worm Chewer’s self-respect and dignity. “Take me for no fool,” he implores. Despite the farce of Peasant Rising, I must oblige.
Merging grand storytelling, dark humor, a keen social consciousness, and some of the wildest compositions out there, Netherwilds swing Peasant Rising like a battering ram against the gates of Metaldom. Rarely has a record been so affecting as it is fun as Peasant Rising. Inventive and approachable, high-minded and down-to-earth, Netherwilds lived up to the hype and then some. The boon of hard labor and relentless creativity, Peasant Rising is a debut Netherwilds can hang their helmet on. Don’t be the village idiot; take up your pitchfork and get with Peasant Rising.
Rating: Excellent
#2026 #45 #AvantGardeMetal #BlackSabbath #CanadianMetal #FolkMetal #Hardcore #KingVolumeRecords #Netherwilds #Oct26 #PeasantRising #Refused #Review #Reviews #SepticFlesh #Slayer #SystemOfADown #TokyoPoliceClub
DR: 83 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps MP3
Label: King Volume Records
Websites: netherwilds.bandcamp.com | facebook.com
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CW: Sunday's Journal Toot 😊 Nothing too bad, just me feeling crappy... But a bit of a longer Toot, so this should save some folks from scrolling too much 😇
#Journal of an exhausted Dutch AuDHD Pixy :pixy_party: (Sunday, 04/10/2026).
Well, I managed to sleep for several hours. But they were a tad restless, due to the events from the previous day. And my muscles were sore, probably due to the same reason… When I woke up a little before 1am, I quickly got up. I let Koa out, and he quickly did his things while I was preparing his meal. This wasn’t too usual for him, but with all the disturbances of our routine, and with all the stuff from Saturday, I guess Koa was also affected by it. While he was eating, I cleaned up the garden. I took my meds and when Koa was ready, we headed to the couch.
I got my laptop out and started writing my reply email to my sweet friend. I was a bit thrown off, as we’d gotten up a bit later than usual, and I felt like I was “running late”. I wasn't able to finish the email before Koa let me know that he was eager to head out for some walkies. So, I did what any good servant would do: I got dressed and took the dude for a walk. I felt so exhausted, so drained... Even though I had managed to get some hours of sleep in, they weren't the best and I didn't feel rested enough when it had been time to get up again. I struggled a bit with the walk, and I hoped there would not be any hares for Koa to try to chase.
We got back home again. I finished my email and then I fixed and ate my brekkie. I had already made a Silent Sunday blog post, so I could try to focus on my journal Toot. I started it... But I struggled with it. I had written about what happened on Saturday in a Toot on Saturday late afternoon. And I had written about it to my dear friend. I still felt triggered by it, which made me hesitant to write about it again now. So... I tried to distract myself with some other things. I re-watched more of the Mentalist. I played a bit with the eraser AI tool of my Samsung phone, to try and edit out some clutter from my Roxette vinyl records. I used Gemini to help me write descriptions for several pictures. And... I finally managed to catch up with most of my notifications on Mastodon. I still have loads to read from my friend's walls. I really miss checking up on some of them, as I do enjoy their toots... The stories about their pets, about their gaming, about their lives... Like how I share my journal Toots and such, I also enjoy the bits some/most of my Friendos share.
I've barely been able to keep up with my own writings, due to the hand surgery, and all the other (health) challenges of the last few weeks/months. But now that I'm able to type a bit faster, and experience less pain and discomfort while doing so, I have some more time and energy to finally start keeping up with my notifications. And then, hopefully, with my Friendos' Toots! It was nice to read their replies to my Toots, and being able to write them some proper replies as well.
My brain kept going on with thoughts 💭 like "I should use the treadmill" and "maybe I should practice with Koa and his crate, and head upstairs to ride the bike a bit". But... I already struggled to go out for walks with the dude, so while I had the poativive attitude in my mind, I just lacked the energy to get motivated enough to actually do any of these things. Which made me feel a tad bläh, as I really miss being able to work out some. 😔
Suddenly I remembered that Skoosh had given me "low 🪫 battery" warnings for her key-fob. I had never replaced one myself, but yay for the internet. I quickly found a decent little video. When I wanted to start replacing the battery, Koa came to me, pressuring me to take him for walkies first. So, we went out and he did his things. When we got back, I went upstairs to get a new battery. I followed the video and was able to finish the job. As I've not used/needed Skoosh yet, I don't know if I've been successful. But, I followed the instructions, so hopefully Skoosh will do her thing again now without the key battery warnings.
I fixed Koa's meal, and shortly after that, I made myself some food too. I still had all these ideas of things I could be doing, but I felt so drained and weak. I hate feeling like that, but there's not much to do about it. I relaxed for a while, and then Koa and I went for a walk. We walked a bit further, and if I'd been able, I'm sure Koa would have wanted to go on longer than that... 😊 So, when we got back, I took Koa into the garden for a bit of playtime. First I took the old paper and card board to the shed. Koa took something in his mouth that I, fortunately, was able to get out again. He found a smaller piece of the glasses lens that had broken on Saturday. I put it away and then Koa and I played with his balls ⚽ for a while. When I was getting dizzy from going round through the garden, I sat down a bit. I had been bothered by my windows for a while now, they needed a bit of cleaning...
But, I'm definitely not good when it comes to cleaning, especially the windows. Still, I tried to do a "quick rinse" of three outside windows. There were stripes and I hadn't been able to reach them all the way due to not wanting to climb on anything. But... They seemed a tad cleaner, so I was OK enough with my efforts for this morning. I got to the couch and managed a bit of relaxing. I was really bummed that I couldn't find the energy to get some exercise in. I know it can help me feel better, but I do need that bit of positive energy to get me going. And I was really lacking energy of all sorts today... 😔
Koa and I went on another walk and we relaxed some more. Then we went into the garden again for a little while. I gathered his Lickin' puzzle, kibble and meat, and I filled the compartments for Koa to enjoy. While he was eating, I was preparing some things for bedtime already. I was tired and sore... I needed to relax on my bed for a while with my tablet. Koa enjoyed a nice snack while I watched an episode of the Mentalist. We went outside again, and after a while, we did get ready for bed. Koa was snoozing while I hoped to fall asleep while reading.
I dozed off for a bit, woke up again for the loo, cared for Koa, and then managed a few hours of sleep again. When I woke up, it was about an hour before our usual time. But I was awake and all, so we got up and started our "day".
Thanks to all for your kindness and support during my "journey through daily life" :bear_love: I really appreciate it :bear_hugs: as it helps me to keep going on bad/harder days! :bear_nuzzle:
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EP 356: The Black Monk; The Dance of the Dead: The Dead Bride (Hubert)
The Black Monk
The fortress of Werfenstein rises up from the stream of the Danube close to the eddy, supported by blocks of granite. There used to be an eerie tower on top of the rocks emerging from the waters next to the castle. The Black Monk resided within these walls, and legends claim that he could not find peace as punishment for the godless deeds he committed while still alive. His appearance was seen as an ill omen.
Once, Emperor Henry II rode past the Werfenstein with several noble lords, Bishop Bruno of Würzburg among them. Then heavy black clouds arose, and lightning writhed above the waters.
“By God, Lord Emperor”, the bishop shouted, “do you see the gigantic, black, threatening figure over there on the battlements of the tower?”
“I only see moss and stone.”
“And don’t you hear the rustling of the folded robe?”
“The storm wind howls, the thunder cracks.”
“Now the Terrible One climbs down, but in his eye glitters deadly revenge!”
“The weather seems to have agitated you, your Excellency!”
Finally, they arrived at Persenbeug.
“This was a marvelous journey — nature is also beautiful when she grumbles” the Emperor said smilingly.
The bishop shook like a leaf, and was unable to find a reply.
Countess Richlita von Ebersberg did whatever she could to provide a festive reception to her highborn guests.
“There he is again, the horrible one,” the ecclesial lord groaned, “he reaches for me—”
“You seem to be succumbing to a severe fever”, said Henry, shaking his head.
“Begone! Begone!” cried Bruno, rose up from his chair, rushed towards the bay window, and flung himself from the window down into the Danube.
But then, a black, shadowed, gigantic figure floated past the window and emitted horrifying laughter.
This time, the Emperor thought that he had seen more than clouds, and heard more than the roaring of the wind.
Once, during the times of the crusades, a ship crewed by Thuringians once drove down the river. Then the ghostly monk showed himself, and distorted his chalk-white face into a malicious grin. Soon, the vehicle drifted towards the rock and capsized. Of all the soldiers and sailors, only one was able to save himself with the aid of a plank.
At a later time, the ghost seemed to strike the empty air with a rod. It didn’t take long until a horrible hailstorm shattered forests, seeds, and huts.
At another time, after the monk appeared, a flood occurred of a severity as it has never occurred before, and hopefully will never occur again.
The horrible one also summoned fiery conflagrations which destroyed thriving communities and cities.
The last time the Black Monk was allegedly seen, he appeared on the doom-laden battlements of this tower when the Turks threatened Vienna.
He flailed around with a sword as if his intent was to fight a grim enemy.
After that, the tower was torn down, and its stones were used as fortifications against the barbarians.
But even if the fiend has been rendered invisible to observers, he lives on in legend, and superstitious people still make the sign of the cross whenever they perceive this uncanny location.
Source: Bowitsch – Vom Donaustrande, p. 57ff
The End
The Dance of The Dead
A young man once climbed up to the alpine pasture during the winter. He knew that he would encounter no one up here during this time of the year. He spent the night in his hut, but woke up and went outside in order to relieve himself.
He noticed that there were lights in the hut next door, and shadows were moving past the windows as if people were dancing there. He thus went to the hut, peered through the keyhole, and now saw several couples spinning in dance. He had not seen any of these people before. As he was freezing, he fetched his overcoat.
When he returned and peered through the keyhole again, he noticed that the dancers were covered all over with icicles. Now he startled, for he had recognized his lover, who had died recently. She, too, was wearing icicles in her hair, on her sleeves, on her jacket, and on her skirt. He shuddered, and hurried back into his hut, crawled into his bed, and pulled his blanket over his head.
Then there was a knock at his door. He didn’t dare bid the knocker to enter, but then the door opened on its own, and his lover Emma stepped towards his bed and pulled the blanket away from his head. What she told him next has remained his secret for all his life.(From Wiler)
The End
Source: Jegerlehner – Walliser Sagen, p. 115f
The Dead Bride
Lauf Castle, which is usually called Neu-Windeck, is said to have been uninhabited for a long time before its destruction, as its hauntings could be heard day and night.
During that period, a young knight who was foreign to this region sought hospitality in this castle. He had difficulties with finding the entrance during the darkness of the night. The courtyard was covered by tall grass, and his shouts echoed eerily between the lonely walls.
Finally, he saw a light in one chamber of the castle, and climbed the stairs towards it. In the old great hall, a young woman was sitting at a table and seemed to be so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn’t notice him as he entered. She was beautiful, like an angel, but the redness of her cheeks seemed to have paled as if from sorrow.
When the knight greeted her, she looked up and nodded with her head. When he conveyed his request for hospitality, she rose up, fetched wine and venison as well as all sorts of poultry, and indicated to the stranger that he should enjoy the meal. Bread and salt were missing, but he did not have the courage to ask for these, for the whole situation seemed entirely uncanny — especially since the maiden had not uttered a single syllable so far.
But soon, the wine lifted the spirits of the knight, and he started a conversation:“You must be the daughter of this house?”
She nodded with her head.
“And your parents?”
She indicated a few portraits on the wall, and spoke with a quiet voice: “I am the last of my line.”
The beautiful maiden appealed to the young knight considerably, and, since he indulged with his tankard eagerly, his heart opened more and more. He was poor, and thought to himself that he might make his fortune here.
After a few speeches, he took her hand and asked her if she was still unbound.
She affirmed this with another nod of the head, and the knight proposed marriage to her. Her face lightened up. She rose up, took two rings and a rosemary wreath from a drawer, and stuck the latter into her black curls of hair. Then, she waved to the knight to follow her. He obeyed, not without dread, and would have liked to go back on this word. But at this moment, two venerable, festively dressed old men entered who took him and the maiden into their midst and led them to the castle chapel.
There, several tombs were located, and on one of them there was a cast iron bishop in full priestly regalia. The maiden touched the iron figure, which quickly rose up and stepped in front of the altar, where the candles lit up on their own. The iron countenance of the bishop seemed to come alive, his eyes shone like a star peeking through light fog, and he spoke with a deep, hollow voice:“Kurd of Stein, speak whether you want to marry the maiden Bertha von Windeck, and make her your wife?”
The knight quavered like the leaves of an aspen in the wind, the word died on his tongue, and his senses started to fail him. Then, the crowing of the rooster on a nearby farming estate became audible, the whole congregation vanished, and a terrible whirlwind tore through the chapel which seemed to pull the castle into the depths. The knight fell unconscious, and when he revived, he was lying in the tall grass of the courtyard, and his loyal horse was next to him.
The End
Source: Sunken Castles, Evil Poodles By Jurgen Hubert
Picture credit: Ruins of Werfenstein Castle by Jürgen Hubert
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A Look Back at X-Men 2099 #19 (1995)
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Welcome back, superhero enthusiasts, 1990s culture enthusiasts, X-Men fans and comic book collectors! Today we revisit the Marvel Comics shared universe through one of the many tales of the X-Men 2099 monthly series.
Issue #18 had some political flavor as it tried to shake the foundation of the X-Men 2099 series. It also had symbolism that reminded me about the criminal past of Las Vegas, the twisted Black Panthers (the evil Marxist-Leninist and black power political organization of America) and the social unrest that happened in America during the era of Richard Nixon as US President. At this point in the series, the futuristic X-Men are a shell of themselves as the members have been separated and are involved in different developments far away from each other.
With those details laid down, here is a look back at X-Men 2099 #19, published by Marvel Comics in 1995 with a story written by John Francis Moore and drawn by Ron Lim.
The cover.Early story
The story begins inside an old facility in New Mexico. Shakti, who is only wearing a t-shirt and a panty – has been unconscious for several minutes. After waking up, she learns that a thermionic detonator (left by their former leader Xi’an) has been set to explode and time is quickly running out. She also realizes that the bodies of the Chosen have been taken.
In desperation, she wakes up Skullfire and Luna, and they ran out of the facility to save themselves. The facility blows up and Skullfire asks Shakti for an explanation. She reveals to him that Xi’an – whom she momentarily encountered several minutes prior – is responsible for the destruction and he clearly made an attempt to kill them all. As such, Xi’an is now an enemy of the X-Men.
Meanwhile in Las Vegas, a heavily mutated and oversized Lytton Synge grabs his sister Desdemona by the neck. While explaining details to him, Desdemona uses a failsafe device to cause him to stop moving and free her. She puts on additional gear that enables her to control Lytton’s body and she made it clear to him that he will be used against Halloween Jack…
Quality
Desdemona, Halloween Jack and Meanstreak are together again. Desdemona here had a desperate attempt to reclaim the casino and their company from Halloween Jack.There is a good amount of intrigue in this comic book covering the three plot threads. The thread of Shakti, Skullfire and Luna was very short but it added to the tension about having their former leader Xi’an as a deadly enemy.
On the other hand, the events set in Las Vegas saw the return of Lytton Synge in a bloated, Hulk-like figure as Desdemona used him to attack Halloween Jack who has gained control of the Synge business empire (at least in the building they are in) as he continues with his obsession of changing Las Vegas and moving forward with his plan that could mean doom for the city. In this particular plot thread, Halloween Jack has prepared highly advanced technology to redefine Las Vegas in the most phenomenal way. What I find disturbing is Meanstreak’s lack of morality as he keeps on assisting Halloween Jack (his old friend Jordan) with his sinister plan. This makes Meanstreak appear cold-hearted, sinister and unbecoming as an X-Men member.
Over at California, Krystalin pursues a mission to find Billy the Kid as she has absolutely no choice as the life of her brother is at stake. The Free Radicals literally have her cornered and she cannot do anything except doing what they want her to do. In this particular plot thread, the creators did a good job presenting Krystalin as desperate as she is in the middle of a conflict between the Panthers of Wakanda (where her brother belongs to) and the Free Radicals.
Conclusion
Shakti in a very dangerous situation with not much time left.X-Men 2099 #19 (1995) unsurprisingly moved plot developments forward. Apart from developing the X-Men members more, this comic book also expanded the lore of 2099 America nicely. At this stage, I am eager to find out what would happen next to the X-Men members in their respective plot threads. That said, I am still engaged enough to continue with the remaining X-Men 2099 issues that I have yet to read.
Overall, X-Men 2099 #19 (1995) is recommended.
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