So, just to be clear on this: The man who became the Joker was a criminal known as the Red Hood who wore a two-way mirror fishbowl hat and a cape to hide his identity, no-one in his gang knew who he was, after the accident there's no fingerprints or DNA evidence to tie him to his previous identity, no-one seems to recognize him and even his own pre-accident memories are screwed up.
That's pretty weird.
Unless the chemicals actively raised his IQ enough for him to become a criminal mastermind overnight... Which seems less likely, but comics.
It is a terrifying conundrum to admit to one's self: what does one do when one's only passion and closest thing to a sense of purpose has become one of their biggest sources of self-loathing?
Of course when I'm feeling really down I usually dig out a Rifftrax I like, or something else that I know will make me laugh.
Originally Posted by Illidania
Apparently, though, I'm the only one who actually liked the Nostalgia Critic who's actually happy to see the show end. I liked the NC a lot, but I've long held the feeling that I like these actors best when they are playing their characters and not just parroting scenes from other movies and the angry reviewer bit has gotten stale. I'm really looking forward to what the Walkers do next, and I respect their decision to end NC on a high note, rather than drag it on.
"Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!"
Yeah, that conundrum is almost the essence of adulthood, or possibly even humanity.
The only things we care enough about to cause self-loathing, dread and embarrassment are the things that are absolutely the most important to us.
Sucks being grown up, don't it?
Jack of No Trades, Master of Less
Abyssal Exalted are heavily weighted towards making you a brooding rebel who dresses like a Goth, kills everything he touches and then angsts about it... There's really not all that much room for other interpretations within the rules as written.
So I tried to work out, as an intellectual exercise, what circumstances I'd be willing to play as one under. This is what I came up with:
Abyssals are picked the instant after they die, given the choice of reanimating as a champion of oblivion and the dead... Usually however, it is not right after being decapitated by your second when committing ritual suicide to retain your honor.
So, whilst some retain grotesque injuries from their death, most don't carry their head under their arm and sheathe their sword through their chest.
The Neverborn generally don't like their Deathknights to retain strong ties to their previous lives either, but the Dullahan of the Ebon Lotus in Gold Trimmed Black Armour won't impinge upon his honor for such trivial reasons as fear of invoking the wrath of undead gods older than time itself.
...Actually, changing the entire setup of Abyssal from "Angsty Vampires from Hell" to "Samurai of the Underworld" would go a long way to making them more interesting.
Less "My Dark Masters wish to cast the world into Oblivion but I strive for redemption.", more "I speak for the dead. You have dishonored your ancestors. Soon I shall speak for you."
Though now that I think about it, hiring an undead demigod samurai to take out your descendants for failing to live up to your expectations is kinda a dick move for a ghost to make.