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'"Princess Mononoke" is the adventures of Ashitaka, a young warrior in ancient Japan, who is on a quest to remove a curse put on him by a monster he fought. This will put him into a strange relationship with San, the Princess Mononoke (the Spirit Princess), who was raised in the forest by a giant wolf. Substitute the yeti for wolf, trace the development through Volume 1 (Oct. 17, 1988 - ISBN4-06-102123-0) of the story - Transmigration - Sanjiyan - Labyrinth of Kaiyanwan - - Fujii Yakumo -through to Volume 2 (May 17, 1989 - ISBN4-06-102152-4) - Fujii Yakumo - Sacrifice of the Devil Wing - Sacrifice of the Devil Wing - Lost - through Volume 3 (Oct. 17, 1989 - ISBN4-06-102167-2) - Daughter of the Archdevil (SeimaNoMatsue) - Summoning of the Devil Beast- through Volume 4 (Feb. 17, 1990 - ISBN4-06-102191-5) - A Journey Begins - Key to the Seichi (Sacred Land) - Earthly City of the Gods - through Volume 5 (Jun. 17, 1990 - ISBN4-06-102207-5)- Earthly City of the Gods - Return of the Seima - - through Volume 6 (Nov. 6, 1990 - ISBN4-06-102228-8)- Advent of the City of Demons - A Rest for the Seima -through Volume 7 (Mar. 6, 1991 - ISBN4-06-102256-3)- Eyes of the Undead -- Legend of the True Seima - through Volume 8 (Jun. 6, 1991 - ISBN4-06-102271-7) - The Merchant of Secret Arts - Red Rain in Malaysia - through Volume 9 (Sep. 6, 1991 - ISBN4-06-102286-5)- Red Rain in Malaysia - The Seima and the Spirit - The Gatekeeper of the Desert - through Volume 10 (Jan. 9, 1992 - ISBN4-06-323306-5) - The Illusion of the Seima - The Illusion of the Seima through Volume 11 (Apr. 6, 1992 - ISBN4-06-323326-X)- Symbol 108 - - Symbol 108 - Elegy of Ambition throughVolume 12 (Aug. 6, 1992 - ISBN4-06-323343-X)- Natsuko- Don-chan - Vanishing - The Two - A Delicate Situation- Emergency - Rampage - Trouble- A Hint - Water Sprite- Showdown- It wasn't a dream- Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you- Please Come Back Pai! through Volume 13 (Jan. 8, 1993 - ISBN4-06-323368-5) - Trouble in Wales - The Girl from Ten Years Back - Man in the Mist- Intruder - The Five Targets - Attack - Maria - Avanku- Stronger - Connelly - The Information Trader Pekinpaa - Yakumo Knock Out- Gong - Battle Story - Opportunity for Victory throughVolume 14 (May 8, 1993 - ISBN4-06-323398-7) - True Nature- Take on in Battle - The Wizard Madolai- Prepare (for a challenge)- Practice Trial- Letter from Haan- Devaraaja- Chance Meeting - Vishnu - Holy Casket - Opening - Resurrection- Karuki- Saruraama - Battle Preparations- Response throughVolume 15 (Sep. 6, 1993 - ISBN4-06-323421-5) - Concentration- Resurrection- Bullet - Decision- Possession - Memories of this and that- Tomb of the Water Lord- Bride of the Guardian of the Tomb - Meeting - Foreign Bride - Search- Rage - Wedding Night - - Wounds of the Heart - Pitiable Child throughVolume 16 (Jan. 8, 1994 - ISBN4-06-323442-8) - Rubbed the Wrong Way - Run!- Release- We Will Die Together - Pulverize- Fire Trick- Please Don't Say Only Sad Things - Harmony - Trouble on Earth - Dive- Weakening - To the Treasure Room - We Meet Again - Recollection - Garuga Again Extra - An Ordinary Day with Yakumo through Volume 17 (Jun. 6, 1994 - ISBN4-06-323468-1)- Fierce Battle- Spell Illusion - Nest of the Devil's Mouth - - Two Left Behind- Nest of the Devil's Mouth- Nest of the Devil's Mouth - Marionette Performance - Demon Battle- A Pretentious Master of Magic Invocation - Death of Madolai - Upset- War with the Dragon Lord- Hand-to-Hand - Flight- Haan's Decision throughVolume 18 (Oct. 6, 1994 - ISBN4-06-323488-6) - Confusion - Effect- Outnumbered- Yakumo's Victory!?- At the End of Victory - Lost - Shadow Master - The Whereabouts of the Seima Core- Fear of Doubt - Follower's of the Dragon Lord (Benares)- The Dragon Shogun (Benares) - Now You've Made Me Mad- The Whole Body With a Single Blow - Regeneration- Groping - The Power of Friendship through Volume 19 (Mar. 6, 1995 - ISBN4-06-323521-1)- The Third World- Opening to Voidspace- Urgency of the Seima - Clash of Magics- Revelation- Miscalculation - Berserk- Out of Gas - Total Failure - Kuu Yon- Destruction- Escape from the Moon- Eldorad's Mopi- Yakumo's Decision through Volume 20 (Aug. 7, 1995 - ISBN4-06-3235521-1) - Legend of Maidens - Haan's Declaration - Black Clouds- Strategy- Signs of Defeat - Defensive Action - Haan and Iko - Flames over Shinjuku (Tokyo)- Spirit Projection through Volume 21 (Jan. 8, 1996 - ISBN4-06-323575-0) - Battle Plan in Action- Failure- A Trick - Between a Rock and a Hard Place - Half awake- A Warm Reception - Nervous Date -Version Up - A Journey Begins - Wandering - Contact - Drift Ashore- Spirit Planet "Amara"- Sneak In - Trap through Volume 22 (May 8, 1996 - ISBN4-06-323594-7) - The Studio - Chief Engineer Negurooni - Surrounded- Melancholy Goddess- Signs of Disaster- Indignation- Departure- Revolt of the D - Dragon-Skeleton Warrior "Mother"- Anguish- Bloodless Victory - Daoxi - Servant of Amara - Annihilation - Speedy Attack- To Andaka

Sunrise Goddess- Thoughts of the Goddess - Plots within Plots [lit. Behind the Back] - Over Tokyo- Left Behind - No Paradise- Long Sleep- Merger - Chaos - Collision Again- Noise- Reunion- Various Departures- Search through Volume 27 (Jan. 7, 1998 - ISBN4-06-336711-8)- Goddess in a Predicament - Exposure - Before Your Eyes - A Trick- Please. To the Seichi (Holy Land)- Pai's Wishes - Many Meetings - Secession- Dive into Enemy Territory - Lava Castle Island- Chance of Victory- Release of Forbidden Spell- Urgency - Strong Wind through Volume 28 (Jun. 5, 1998 - ISBN4-06-336739-8) - Isolation - Evacuation- And then Searching - Meeting - Goddess Mother's Smile - Eulogy to the Destroyer God- Undoing the Spell - Charm of the Destroyer God- Execution - Rescue- Discretion of the Goddess - Error- Humanization Magic through Volume 29 (Aug. 6, 1998 - ISBN4-06-336750-9)- Yakumo Falls - Divine Demon's Loss of Spirit - Sorcery Completion- Resurrection - Decision- Favorable Odds- Crumbling - Bewilderment - Substitution- Vanished Devil - A New Calamity - Silenced Fighting- Pursuit - Greeting through Volume 30 (Dec. 4, 1998 - ISBN4-06-336768-1)- Twenty thousand yen - Fiend's Scheme - Confinement of the Imps - Confinement of the Imps - Into the Body - Natsuko's Heart - Shape of a Heart - Confusion- The Ideal Yakumo - Disintegration I- Ugly Darkness- Wicked Egg through Volume 31 (May 7, 1999 - ISBN4-06-336798-3) - God Beast - Guardian God - Guardian God's Power - Prelude - Blunder- Starting - Disorder - "It Hurts" - Invitation to the Seichi - Charms - "You're Late!" - God's Will through Volume 32 (Oct. 22, 1999 - ISBN4-06-336830-0) - Workshop of Divine Demons - Resurrected From Hell- Counterfeit - Rebirth Haan - Battle of the West Tower - Invisible Enemy- Counterattack- Amara In Flames - "One More"- New Divine Demon through Volume 33 (Jan. 7, 2000 - ISBN4-06-336847-5) - Confrontation- Crack- To Tokyo- Tokyo Boisterous Girl - Shadowy Invasion- Height of Folly - Together Again- 1 vs. 1 + 1 - "No Time For That"- Liberation - Destroyer God's Descendants- Destroyer God's Sentiment - Beast Consignment - Quick Wit - Last Hope through Volume 34 (Jun. 6, 2000 - ISBN4-06-336873-4)- "Finishing Blow" - Separation - "Want To See"- Lost Power - Invasion- Nightmare- Long's Strategy - Honorable Death- Underdog's Counterattack - "Well, Let's Run Away" - through all these Yuzo Takada / Kodansha works of utter genius, and then the answer, the answer reveals itself,' gasped Lamont, covered in a carpet of his own white barf foam. He was completely knackered by this massive download.'Fucking wow!' admired Rancid.'I was thinking about the "Ghost in the Shell" manga series by Masamune Shirow published by Kodansha, the one about cyborg agents in a cyberpunk world of the near future. It has been released as an animated movie by Kodansha, Bandai Visual, and Manga Entertainment, Inc. and a graphics novel release of this series in English, with the official translation of most of the words in the original manga book (the exception is the two color pages that got censored),published by Dark Horse Comics..' 'But you were talking about the Attack! Anime,' Rancid reminded him.'Yes, but Madame Atomos is leaking all sorts of crap into us that might give us clues as to how we'll defeat her once and for all,' replied Lamont. Both of them were feeling stunned by the downloads. 'We need to get out of here. This place isn't good for our heads,' suggested Rancid, trying to keep control of the situation.'You are so right,' agreed Lamont.

'Madame Atomos is using the mind as a way into other minds. She infiltrates one mind, plants suggestions and such like which then she evolves out of the mind into here... where we are... not the mind. The body place. Here. Us. You know. Fuck..' replied Rancid.'That makes total sense,' Rancid was being sly.'Like a kind of post-hypnotic suggestion. There are techniques. Mass hysteria. Groups falling in behind an idea that something is experienced even when it isn't. Madame Atomos has gone further and seems to be able to make the things appear out of that hysteria. Yeti stories are in our heads. We both carry the story in our heads and then somehow Madame Atomos makes the story carry over into reality.''Its the fucking whisky doing your head in,' sniggered Rancid. But there was something in the tone of what he'd said and in the logic which held her humour in check. Other details too. The meeting with Atomos. That was a weird error. A slip she couldn't understand. Where did that idea come from? He'd never met Madame Atomos in a bar. She was wracking her brain. Where was that coming from? She finished the can of lager, went for another one. The room had no heating. It was cold, blue-grey like some cabbage skinned dead anorexic ice-stiff. She looked round - it was snowing indoors it was that crap. 'So you believe in Yetis?' muttered Lamont, licking at the whisky again.'I saw one,' pointed out Rancid.'How do you know that's what a Yeti is?' quizzed Lamont reasonably. Although fast converging with the drowsy autopsy feel of lazy drunkardness he was still sharp enough to think things through.'What?''You know its a fucking Yeti because you saw the comic book pictures and that's what a Yeti looked like there. It was the same fucking creature. It was modelled on the bloody thing. It was the spitting fucking clone image you daft bitch. That's why you're so convinced that you saw a Yeti. It was confirmed by the comic book. And if I'm right, that's exactly what would be expected. Because its that very image of the Yeti that caused that actual Yeti to come to life,' explained Lamont. 'Bollocks' sniffed Rancid. ' Look, what have you got? You've got fuck all. So in the light of that, why not just go with me on this one for a few moments? Just until its obvious I'm wrong,' proposed Lamont.'The brain storm,' said Rancid.'What?''The brain storm. What was that? Its like we caved in or something,''Some sort of overload. If I'm right, this mind game road stuff is not foolproof. If that load came from Mrs Atomos then its probable that it was a glitch. Maybe there's a virus working, messing up the delivery systems or something? I don't know. But its a sign that not everything's watertight. And somehow the `yeti didn't get us. After the brainstorm we were able to get away. Whatever happened, the Yeti was distracted and didn't find us.' 'And you have a plan?' asked Rancid straight out.'A trap,' grinned Lamont.'This I must hear,' responded Rancid, gulping down the lager and setting off once more to the fridge for more.'We use the road power against her. Like in the old story of Puss In Boots.''Lamont, what are you on? Fairy stories?''The cat uses cunning against brute force. The cat asks the giant to show off. "I bet you can't change into a dragon" says the cat. "Fuck off, that's piss easy" says the giant and Bang! The giant turns himself into a great bastard dragon. The cat shits himself but nevertheless keeps going. "Ah well, its easy to do the great big bollock psycho thing, but I bet you can't do something small, like a mouse." 'Fuck you, that's piss easy too" gloats the giant and he turns into a mouse. At which point the cat pounces and kills the mouse before it changes back into the Giant.''You're kidding,' gasped Rancid.'Why do you say that? Its a good plan. We trap her into turning herself into something wee and useless. Then we smash her. If she can do Yeti, then she must be able to do other, less problematic stuff.' Rancid hadn't got anything better on the table. So they decided that they'd try and trap Madame Atomos by having her turn into a dog or something. Lamont had a gun, he'd shoot whatever it was she came as. That's why dog seemed a good animal for her to be - not too small to pot, not too big to cause them bad grief. Lamont found a load of canine interest web pages on the dinosaur Mac that glowed like a nuked spook in a frozen corner of the room. This they avidly read. Then they started thinking taunting thoughts - that Madame Atomos was a pussy because she couldn't do dogs, that doing dogs was beyond her powers, that she was just nothing because of this limitation. Then they waited. With a sneer. Lamont, being the old fart that he was, played a series of scratched loud 45s on his doomed turntable - 'The Fantels's "Hooligan", Roogalator's "I feel Good", Poli Styrene Jass Band's 'Drano In Your Veins", Dillinger's "Flat Foot Hustlings", Patti Smith's "Piss Factory", Little Bob Story's

[Mrs. Atomos Prolongs Life] 'Its so cold,' complained Rancid hauling herself round the shit hole that was Lamont's flat for some source of heat. But there seemed to be no radiators, heaters, fires, no sources of heat at all in the hole.'What the hell do you do to stay warm?' she asked.'I wrap up warm and stay in bed. Or else I go out and walk about. Stop complaining,' growled Lamont. He clambered into bed and wrapped the filthy shit encrusted sheets round his fully clothed body. In fact, he still had his coat on.'Budge over, I'm joining you,' ordered Rancid and she leapt into the bed with him. Together they sat fully clothed bolt upright in the bed hugging the sheets up to their frozen noses as the snow fell outside the room and everything froze up. Down on the street, dragging herself through the snow leaving a great red fanny smear of gorged out blood Atomos wasn't dead, just in less than one piece. Her legs had been seriously blown away in the meeting with Lamont. She was dragging herself along on just stumps . Lumps of flesh snagged on the cold pavement as she made her way along and were left behind in evil looking humps of meat in the snow. '...Slow return home BLUSHES 31 NEW SPANKING GALLERY SPANKING IN WINE LABELS Good-bye ...' The thoughts drifted in and out of her. Oh yeah, she knew what they were, more sites from the Web that had leaked in from somewhere, some poor damned lone obsessional. She spat blood and phlegm. Her left eye socket was empty. The eye had been sucked out by the impact of whatever Lamont had blasted her with. A dog trotted along. It tried to lick her stump where the bone poked through. She brought a fist down onto its sniffing head and crushed it into the snow. Blood and brain flew out everywhere like a snot spew. She continued without seeming to register the canine death. 'Spanking in wine labels?' she muttered to herself. 'What the hell could that possibly be?' she asked herself with a growl. A dog trotted along. It tried to lick her stump where the meaty salty bloody bone poked through. She brought a fist down onto its sniffing head and crushed it into the snow. Blood flew out everywhere like a snot spew. She continued without seeming to register the canine death. 'If we knew what made us conscious then none of this would freak me out,' she thought to herself. 'Sure its something to do with the brain, but we really don't know how the brain does it. No amount of technobabble's going to cover over that fact,' she went on, noticing how deep the snow was becoming even as she trekked on. 'Spanking in wine labels?' she muttered to herself. 'What the hell could that possibly be?' she asked herself with a growl. A dog trotted along. It tried to lick her stump where the meaty salty bloody bone poked through. She brought a fist down onto its sniffing head and crushed it into the snow. Blood flew out everywhere like a snot spew. She continued without seeming to register the canine death. At a bus shelter stood a woman called Caroff. This Caroff woman was small, powerful, sexy. Wearing a long black leather coat. She was carrying something in her gloved hand. In a bus shelter she unfolded the crumpled paper and started to read. A comic strip. The smashed body of Madame Atomos, the genius woman looking for revenge against the forces of Western Imperialism and racism, blown apart by crude agents of Western Ideological State police. Episode 11. She licked her blue glossed lips. 'Blow Up.' 3 things she liked. i. The way everything stacked up against the heroine. The forces against which she raged were incredibly powerful, devious, unrestrained by ethical considerations and technologically superior in everything they did. ii. The drawings and colours - strong lines, sharp, forceful primes, a shine that danced off the page. As good as top computer graphics.iii. Something equivocal about the character. She might be a super ass-kicking martial arts voodoo stepping bitch ace or else something less attractive, a carnage craving over-geeked twisty sister dom dom just getting off on a death-kick. It was this ambiguity at the heart of the character that kept the Caroff reader reading. The bus was late again. She looked down the street. Puddles, snow falling, figures shuffling along without glancing back at anyone in the face. The lack of aura - no one reacted to anyone through the glance anymore, she noted to herself, eyes blind to other eyes. Everyone wrapped up in their own private psycho-dramas. Fucking shame, she thought. Sitting on the back of the bus when it finally arrived, stacked up with a big load of shoppers all going downtown, misti

She ripped the page almost in two as she turned it over without reading the script. She kept her wide terror filled eyes to the page. She wanted to know what happened. What happened next. To the boy and the woman on the bus. What were they doing there in the comic? What had this to do with the fate of her heroine? But everything was confused. The pictures on the page registered only a manic jumble which made no sense at first. She wasn't reading the images for narrative, was hardly reading them at all. All she wanted was what happened next. But she was hysterical. Everything shaking and sweating like that. And all the pictures on the next page. It was as if they had lifted themselves off the paper in a scumble of semantic disaster and been shot into her brain through her wide open eyes . 'What the ...?' she gasped as she tried to piece the images together. A picture of disaster. The bus was in flames and there was snow. A police crew were looking aghast. A young black guy was crying, there were tears streaming down his wracked face. Words were splattered all over like globs of gore. 'Oh God no..' she felt herself screaming. The twisted wreck of the burning bus, with snow falling and in the snow the dead passengers mutilated all over the road to the open sky was what she saw. All of them dead except for the little boy who seemed to be still reading his comic some way off from the scene, untouched,, unfazed by the event, you could just see the back of him, the back of his head. Come to think of it, that's all you ever saw... 'No, stop, we're going to crash..' she was screaming, flinging the comic away and lurching into the aisle of the bus. Astonished, passengers let her push pass them as she dived for the exit. 'Stop the bus, for God's sake stop the bus, its going to crash and we're all going to die,' she screamed. You could see it in their eyes. The other passengers just thought she was a loony. The driver began to slow down but then was hit by a sudden and devastating heart failure that killed him instantly. It would be a twisted irony if the Caroff woman's commotion had brought on the fatal cardiac event. The bus suddenly surged forward as his dead foot lumbered onto the accelerator and the bus careened across lanes and ploughed into a lorry carrying oil. Both lorry and bus exploded into a total blood and metal smoke and flesh twisted carnage moment of extreme death. The scene was soon filled with emergency service personnel. Flashing blue and red lights, howling sirens, tape zipping off the site and crowds of ghoul voyeurs wanting to see what was happening. the fire and the smoke spat over the roads of the city and traffic was grid locked for hours. Darkness fell but there was still a total shut down of the area and the body count clocked up thirty dead including the Caroff woman. Fluttering over the ploughed up snow was a torn rag of comic. 'What the fuck is happening out there?' grumbled Lamont as the blare of traffic horns, ambulances, police, fire and general other angry stuff blasted up even to where he was lying. High up in his miserable building, in his miserable flat, even there in the grunge and scum of his fadge blattered bed, the noise of the city had raised itself up to interrupt his brooding. Rancid had fallen asleep.'What's up old man?' she grumbled, opening her eyes slowly and painfully.'There's some fucking commotion outside. A hell of a racket. Smell of smoke too,' he sniffed. Rancid took his word for it.'So?' she asked.'Bloody annoying, that's all.' He rolled over and pushed his face into hers.'Pigs have thirty minute orgasms,' he grunted.'I haven't got that sort of time,' she laughed and rolled sharply out of bed. 'So what have you got planned?' he asked her, going down under the whiffy blankets.'Dunno.''I want a drink,' he groused. The floor was covered in newspaper, socks, discarded junk food cartons with left over chicken nugget fragments and dead french fries stuck to the cheap cardboard cartons and empty cans of pop and empty bottles of booze all over. 'I've been thinking about all that mind body shite you were talking about before. I don't think you're quite bang on lady,' the fat detective announced. Then he rolled out of the bed and stood in the room, stretched, yawned and rubbed his stubble with his chubby hand. 'So what did I get wrong?' she answered light-heartedly. She was looking for some alcohol to rub over her gums.'I've been thinking that I need a drink,' replied Lamont who suddenly is on his hands and knees scrabbling around throwing bottles of gin, rum and whisky out from under the papers and the cartons, the junk, until rising with a triumphant 'Hah' and a half empty bottle of seaweed whisky in his fist. 'You ever been to the McGinn building?' he asked. Rancid pulled a face.'Never even heard of it,' she said.

'Well, the McGinn building's a tiny comic book shop in West London on the Northfields Road. It’s never open and has two giant pictures of Spiderman and Batman high up on its brick wall. Despite its tiny run down appearance its a very top secret, deep place.''You're making this up,' grinned Rancid.'This McGinn, the one who owns the building, he's ben working for years on the deep inside of several big business corporate multi-national wet-dream scams. He seems to have a laboratory called Toxic waste processing, power grids, biological warfare manufacture, all sorts of stuff.''Ok,''McGinn is something of a new mysterian.' 'A what?''A new mysterian. Its a name given to philosophers by Owen Flannigan to any philosopher who thinks that there are deep mysteries about the mind that humans cannot in principle solve. Mysteries that are too deep, because the structures of our brains are such that they cannot think about the mysteries and solve them. This McGinn, he's famous for saying that our minds cannot work out what consciousness is like in the same way that an eagle cannot think about relativity. Perfect adaptability in one sphere of evolutionary development squashes abilities in other areas . McGinn thinks we cannot answer the question of what consciousness is in principle. But he has a speculation and has spent years investing in working from its hypothesis,' explained Lamont. He could tell that Rancid was being drawn in. She was clearly impressed by his ability to sound fairly coherent on this. He swigged more of the whisky from his bottle and handed her some. ' Its to do with the properties of consciousness and the mind. He makes a lot out of the fact that it seems to be out of space. Unlike brains, atoms and genes, the mind, consciousness itself, doesn't seem to be in the same kind of space as everything else. So he suggested that if like the scientists suggest the space and time of brains, genes, tables and so on came about at the Big Bang, then the clue to minds and stuff lies in whatever existed before the Big Bang. He speculates about the time and space before the Big Bang. The cause of the Big Bang. In the terms we have, there is nothing. No space, no time. No space and time that we can understand that is. A blank. A nothing. But what he's saying is that whatever the nature of this nothing is, this blank, it must have caused the Big Bang. And he suggests that our minds, consciousness, they are like fossil traces of the pre-Big Bang blankness. Our brains, brains in general, seem to be able to exist in both pre and post Big Bang space. The fossil traces of the pre big bang blank is what the brain in the post big bang universe uses to get conscious. Its that which causes consciousness. Minds. Thoughts and so on. Subjectivity.' 'Good call,' mused Rancid, nodding as she processed the thinking.'Yeah,' nodded Lamont, appreciating himself and cocking the whisky towards his lips again.'Of course, its no more than what I claimed. All I said was that material things cause material things. Even in your scenario, the brain does the work. Consciousness is caused by the brain. But what it is is not fully material. That's weird. So this McGinn - where is he? And how come you know this stuff?' asked Rancid.'Yea, but what this McGinn guy says is that the crucial mysterious stuff is really mysterious. It fucks up the easy life of the materialists. Its a black box in which anything could be happening but we can't get to it.''And you know all this stuff about McGinn because of what?' asked Rancid again, intrigued by the drunk detective. 'The "Attack! Anime",' slurred Lamont. 'The "Attack! Anime"?' Rancid more or less fell over in excitement. Lamont licked his lips as the top totty flashed her knickers and her mighty thighs in the tumble. He would love to fuck that. Which is not the same as saying that he could have done so. Even if Rancid had been willing. 'The whole weird element of the "Attack! Anime" was that it seemed to have a mind . The rumour was that somehow this McGinn guy had tapped into the pre-Big bang mystery stuff and brought about a kind of manga mind. Pure sex and violence and a mad take on London. An insane psycho-geography warping everything,' explained Lamont, sucking on his bottle. 'Wow. So was it true?' asked Rancid eagerly.'Fuck knows. The whole thing's wrapped up in the usual rumour and legend that truth's got covered in smoke. No one knows what it was exactly. Except of course that it was banned and withdrawn almost as soon as it was put out. And there was the dead guy, Georgie, that was true. There was a death,' replied Lamont.'What happened with Georgie?''The game killed him. That was the idea. Somehow the game killed him. That's what sparked the withdrawal.''Fuck.''Yeah, heavy shit,' agreed Lamont.

Les Monstres de Mme. Atomos [The Monsters Of Mrs. Atomos] 'What happened out there?' The voice floated through her head. She semi-recognised it but then it was brushed out. The woman Caroff woke with a sudden start from a heavy doze. The crowded bus approached her stop. She stared at the backs of all those people's heads. She pushed her way through the heavy bodies. She alighted onto the snow smothered kerb. What was her dream? She couldn't have said. It had been brushed out. The call centre was just a single room. The usual shitty operating place. Forty of them, all women, at tiny desks with their phones. The woman Caroff began the tiring deadening work. There was a huge black handed clock on the far wall. She glanced at it. She seemed to have a sense of something coming out of the clock. It wasn't coming out yet but it would do. It would come out of the clock. She felt awkward. No one else was behaving strangely at all. Everything was as it always was. Everything was normal. A huge black demon beetle crawled through the wall, smashing it down. The huge chunks of plaster and brick exploded out into the room, splattering the desks and the women sitting at their desks below. The huge creature, bigger than an elephant, dripped green bile poison from its gigantic gnashing mutated devil spawned mandibles, it crawled over the utterly splattered and dead corpses of Caroff's fellow workers. 'Its out of control!' someone screamed hysterically. The beetle was utterly out of control. It whipped out a massive leg and sliced the screamer in half. blood and utterly revolting liquids splattered everywhere. Caroff dived backwards for the door as the ugly monster moved towards her. The door was blocked. 'Get the hell out of my way..' she began but glancing at the figure standing there, she stopped and let her jaw go slack. Pny Jack was truly an impressive looking dude. The black super hero who Lamont and Rancid had thought dead was standing there and looking to kick ass. 'Out of my way lady. I have business with that ugly bastard,' he growled. Caroff felt faint as the manly mega-hunk slowly moved passed her to block the charge of the creature. A red blast of blistering light shot out of his eyes. The beetle exploded into a billion gut gutted bits of gore gross out. Smoke fire and the stink of shite filled the air. 'Come on Caroff, we've got to get pout of here before..' began the black hero, taking her hand and pulling her away from the scene of utter devastation and disgust. But it was too late. Fully a hundred feet tall and built like a brick shit-house another of the hell spawn creatures confronted them. This one was green and covered in filthy spunk and shit and blood splattered grey wire hairs, was like a wolf but standing on two legs and had rocket launchers where its nipples might have been expected.'Oh well, looks like there's more work to be done,' sighed the laconic hero. Caroff was impressed by this cool and sighed. Pny Jack launched himself into the air. He could fly.'Wow, a real super hero like in Marvel and DC of old,' stammered Caroff, trying to make sense of the scene as the giant wolf beast and Pny Jack smashed into each other with ferocious glee. Pny Jack stunned the monster with a fearsome uppercut to the jaw which sent the monster staggering backwards, stars flashing in its eyes. But it recovered to launch a couple of missiles that pounded into Pny Jack and exploded in a mighty ball of fire, sending Pny Jack hurtling through the air for miles. It was a temporary set-back. The enormous power of the black guy was soon made clear for Caroff to see as he launched himself back into the foul ugly demon and began to land more pulverising blows. The last thing Caroff saw was the creature and Pny Jack wrestling each other to the ground, a mighty crash landing bringing down blocks of houses all around them. She scarpered down a back street and kept running. But as she ran images of the destruction and the violence of the scene she was running from came blistering into her mind. She couldn't forget the hapless crushed fellow workers back in the call-centre that the beetle had utterly flattened and the callous disregard for life shown by the monsters. Lucky for her that the big boy had come and saved her. Not so lucky those who had been killed. Big Boy? Leaning against a wall in a dingy alley she tried to get her breath back. She had run for a mile at least, none stop. She wasn't someone who jogged, did the gym routine, kept herself in trim. She was feeling the tight clamp of her chest, was finding breathing difficult, as if she couldn't quite get the hang of it at this speed. Big Boy? The phrase gave her something like a spooky feeling. It was feeling that crawled around on her skin like a bug. Big Boy? What was Pny Jack wearing? That costume. Like all super heroes, a costumed freak. Like in the comic books... She looked down the street.

She ran away down the street, away from the little boy. Further away from Pny Jack and his battle. She ran and ran. She had a mad feeling that there was something so wrong. She came to a bar, a wine bar that tried to be posh but didn't quite make it. Inside she ordered herself a whisky. It tasted of seaweed. She asked for a second and the barman looked at her and wondered what the emergency was. Because he could tell that there was something agitating her. There was paper on the bar. She drank a third whisky and she read the first paper. 'Pellagra Urbia.Virus Killer { }McGinn’s professional 3D modelling rendering and animation package.Version 2.98 for 5670098 Complex Units North or Mid. Plus sample textures.Complex demos.100000 Mb of software and wetware. Complex format.CD Edition/Gold FG 34 [Date included...] Update. No signals leftNo update Cancel messageCancel messageCancel messageCancel messageCancel messageCancel messageCancel messageCancel messageCancel message Terminus McGinn. End.' She read the second paper. Drank another whisky. 'The Georgie Plague. Virus. Killer. McGinn’s professional 3D modelling rendering and animation package.Version 2.98 for 5670098 Complex Units North or Mid. Plus sample textures.Complex demos.100000 Mb of software and wetware. Complex format.CD Edition FG 34 [Date included...] AccelerationSurround TVSurf JobbyNon - upgradeable Mhz units. US Robotics Vactor Warrior Casement Fittings. Free Demo mag.Free Target Zones. Plantation drinks. Painless Extractors. Brutal McGinn Overture. The Interview. [page 4444]' She read a third paper. 'Gosschen Faces.Virus Killer {anti Atomos} McGinn’s professional 3D modelling rendering and animation package.Version 2.98 for 5670098 Complex Units North or Mid. Plus sample textures.Complex demos.100000 Mb of software and wetware. Complex format.CD Edition/Gold FG 34 [Date included...] Update. Holographic, Cybernautical Analysis. One dated External Drive./ McGinn 399 PDC McGinn Control Ltd. Complex Zone 345 ‘A solid achievement in terms of build and performance. At present the most attractive equipment. On test it is clearly the fastest and moreover the cheapest production model.’ McGinn Mask 2PC. ‘Self Servere, Self Server.’ ISDN Routed Point To Point .Warrenty - 5 Years. ‘McGinn Control Ltd is running a scheme from the Complex Deep program which will revolutionise the way the world thinks about us. The anti Warhol project takes a step closer to reality here and now’ httpr./wwhhh.anrcy.resisttllw/' She took another whisky and read the next. 'Geography. Virus Killer {anti Atomos}McGinn’s professional 3D modelling rendering and animation package.Version 2.98 for 5670098 Complex Units North or Mid. Plus sample textures.Complex demos.100000 Mb of software and wetware. Complex format.CD Edition/Gold FG 34 [Date included...] Update. Withdrawn.Notice of withdrawal. All units. Abuse of drugsNeuroticismLability of moodSuicidal gesturesRecidivismSexual perversion The hysterical overlay of organic/inorganic behaviour. Highly erratic virus invasions. Subacute delirium. Cancel McGinn. Notice of Intent. Repeat.Cancel McGinn. ‘McGinn Control Ltd is running a scheme from the Complex Deep program which will revolutionise the way the world thinks about us. The anti Warhol project takes a step closer to autosomal trisomic conditions and defects. Geesist. Here and now’ wrhl./gggeee.srf.acinnwow/' Rancid slugged back the whisky, felt the seaweed sludge her like a hammer. Read the next text. 'Diabelerie Fairy Stories.Virus Killer {Geeez}McGinn’s professional 3D modelling rendering and animation package.Version 2.98 for 5670098 Complex Units North or Mid. Plus sample textures.Complex demos.100000 Mb of software and wetware. Complex format.CD Edition/Gold FG 34 [Date included...] Update. Autonomous Graphic tablets.Deep South McGinnn Automatom. Avatar Server.Complex Abandonment. Sub. Video cards.Affective featuresInsidious onsetAsthenic bodily habitusFlattening of affectsubnormal intelligence Extend Legality! resist forces of DIY Famsters/fly into deep place/ ISP without the mirrors/ stop driving yourself into repetition/ McGinn maintains\\/ McGinn remains. ‘McGinn Control Ltd is running a scheme from the Complex Deep program which will revolutionise the way the world thinks about u. The anti Warhol project takes a step closer to resist sydromes of gross impairment of recent memory with tendency to confabulate. Slogan. Korsakov government is Warhol Government ie end of politics.’ sccty/rssisst. procsss.2/' 'Another fucking whisky' Rancid slurred. Then she read the next text. 'Hebephrenic Suburbia. Virus Killer {wow}McGinn’s professional 3D modelling rendering and animation package.Version 2.98 for 5670098 Complex Units North or Mid. Plus sample textures.Complex demos.100000 Mb of software and wet

' I am George Cruikshank(1792-1878), I am The Brave Boys , I am Snowgliding I am Gustave Doré (1832-1883) I am the Histoire de la Sainte Russe (1854) I am Duccio (active 1278, died 1319) I am Jesus healing the Blind I am James Gillray(1756-1815) I am The Bull's Progress I am Giovanni di Paolo (active 1420, died 1482)I am Gothic I am Joseph Franz Freiher von Goez (1745-1815) the inventor of the graphic novel I am his 'Lenardo und Blandine' after a poem by Berger I am Francisco Goya(1746-1826) I am his Fray Pedro & Maragato - The Monk Pedro and the Robber I am William Hogarth(1697-1764) I am "A Harlot's Progress" (1732) I am Heinrich Hoffman (1809-1894) I am Struwwelpeter I am R.F. Outcault (1863-1928) I am the Yellow Kid & I know What they Did to theDoc-Catcher 20 Sept. 1896 I am the Kid Who Started the Comics 15 Nov. 1896I am Thomas Rowlandson(1756-1827) I am Adolph Schroedter(1805-1875) I am Rodolphe Töpffer (1799-1846) I am his first US comicbook I am I am I fucking am...' he roared. 'Charming,' laughed Madame Atomos who held the super hero in one hand. Pny Jack came out of his delirium to find that he was too weak to resist the mighty woman. Her manga zombies kept on processing information, conscious of nothing. 'What happened?' he managed to ask as he dangled in her mega-powerful fist that began to slowly crush out his life. He could feel his rib-cage begin to crack as she put the squeeze on him. 'Pny Jack you sweet boy,' sneered Madame Atomos who was looking more and more like she was erasing herself. Outline and facial details seemed too far off to be picked out. Her manga zombies on the other hand seemed more and more finished - huge eyes, huge feet, cute little faces and a bad attitude behavior that spelled nothing but trouble. 'I created you. You have been sucked into my brilliant technological shut-in. I am a manga monster otaku who not only obsesses about comics and Godzilla but have taken them to my heart and mind. I am the avatar of everything that is about to happen. And this is the anime to end everything. Like manga, I make more sense than anything you westerners can produce. I am the backlash that will catapult you into the 3rd millennium as dead mindless slaves. I am the hammer blow of the Attack! anime' she shrieked.'You're not making any sense,' groaned Pny Jack, feeling that he was about to lose consciousness.'You fool. They tried to shut me down. They sent in some viral strain to destroy me, some miserable totty called Georgie Gee. I was too clever. I twisted the program and she ended up a suicide. I have total control. You are just an aspect of the defeated viral strain, a messed up echo of the original idea. I am used to these feeble attacks . You are my bastard child. I shall now eat you,' she announced. Her head stropped in on Pny Jack's head and crunched through the skull, sucking out the palpy grey matter of the brain like it was a steam pudding, guzzling it all down. She spat out the bone shell and kept on eating until all that was left was the crunched up bone remnants. 15. La Ténébreuse Mme. Atomos [The Dark Mrs. Atomos] 'So what the hell was McGinn doing? What the hell was that video?' asked Rancid. She and Lamont were tramping through the snow-strewn streets, hunched and shaken by the desolation of what they'd seen.'I want to show you something,' said Lamont. His stubble covered, fleshy grey face registered intense determination that rose above gloom. They were on West Ealing high street. There was a WH Smiths. He dived in. Rancid followed. He pulled out a film book and flicked through the pages until he found whatever it was. A picture. Black and white.'Look at that,' he said.'Oh wow!' gasped Rancid. She stared at the picture.'I don't understand,' she said. They were back on the street, moving speedily down the Northfields Road South towards Brentford. 'The McGinn building's here,' Lamont grunted.'Listen, you have got to tell me what the hell's going on. What was that picture? How come you were in that picture?' she asked.'Me? That wasn't me. Here we are,' he replied. Sure enough, there was a locked up shop with a steel shut-down. The brick buildings were small and unpretentious. A wooden 'For Sale' board had been stuck high up on the wall. Two painted figures also posed high up above the street, superhero characters from the stable of the great Stan Lee - Marvel's Spiderman - and DC's own dark knight Batman. But looking at them through the falling drifts of snow they were like ghosts, dead memories shimmering on the edge of disappearing forever. What's the soundtrack? 'Stan' Obvious.

Like mind control. Hypno-suggestion. Its a development of the 1967 film out on Amicus/Columbia directed by the great Freddie Francis and written by Robert Bloch of Psycho fame. In that film there are four separate plots - Burgess Meredith tells the stories of all four - a man kills so that he can feed their heads to his car. Why does he do this? The car suggests it to him. A woman finds out that a movie star is a robot and then is made into one herself. A woman falls in love with a pianist but his piano kills her. Why? The piano was jealous. A collector of Edgar Allen Poe memorabilia kills another such collector but Edgar Allen Poe himself comes back from the dead to get him. Filmgoers were given 'fright seeds' so that they could grow their own torture gardens,' he continued.'So?''Same principle at work here. These comics take on a life of their own in their readers. I closed the place down and have been guarding it ever since,' he explained.'Same principle? You mean that these comics have powers?''Yea. Its real. McGinn tapped into that pre-Big Bang space and time reality and realised that computer technology wasn't the way to get to grips with the truth about the real world. These stories were better.''What kind of shit are you saying?' gasped Rancid, suddenly feeling scared. The boxes and their dark contents seemed to take on a heavy evil significance. 'Its like the joke about 2001 A Space Odyssey.. What Clarke's book brought about was the film and what happened in the year 2001 was endless repeat showing of the film. It predicted itself. Forget about black monoliths on the moon or whatever,' he grinned.'So whatever is in these comics, it'll come about in reality?' said Rancid.'But as a comic. As itself. Reality will become the comic.''Wow. That's evil,' said Rancid. Then came her double take.'No it isn't. Its fucking insane. Impossible. You're on something you lunatic,' she shrieked.'You want to know what the picture was back there, the one you took to be of me?' asked Lamont quietly. 'Yeah. What was that all about? How come you were in a film once?' asked Rancid, spinning round off her high horse to follow up this new thrill.'What I showed you was a still from Universal Studios 1951 Albert Zugsmith produced Orson Wells and Harry Keller directed mega masterpiece 'Touch Of Evil' written and starring Orson Wells with Janet Leigh, a nutmegged up Charlton Heston, Mercedes McCambridge, Akim Tamiroff, Marlene Dietrich, Ray Collins, Dennis Weaver, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Keenan Wynn and Joseph Cotten shot in Venice, California. That wasn't me in that picture. The guy in the picture, that was Orson Wells playing Hank Quinlan, a gross, cigar-chomping American detective who frames a man for a crime he did commit,' explained Lamont carefully. Rancid glared at him.'It was you. The spitting image of you now,' responded Rancid.'Yea, well that's because of what I'm talking about here,' replied Lamont.'What does that mean?' asked Rancid. 'I was created by that fucking film. McGinn used it as an experiment in developing his Pre Big Bang linkup. Film is just speeded up comic frames when you think about it. So he used the two technologies just to see what was easier. He found out that comics were better than films. Easier to focus. But in the meantime, there I was. And the whole world of 'Touch Of Evil'. You know why I have this gun? I had to kill the others. All of them, So now there's just me. But I'm like Quinlan, I have everything he has. I may seem warped, but I can smell out good and bad even if I have to cross over the line between them in order to get justice.''So it was you in the picture?''No, that was Orson Wells playing me,' grinned Lamont.'So do I call you Lamont or Quinlan?''Call me Hank,' said Lamont.