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TABLE OF CONTENTSRKYV # 9 {February 2008}RKYV ONLINE LOGO - David Marshall { current }

- Roy G. James { original }

- R.J. Pare { original online adaptation}

Virtual Cover # 9 - art by Josh Bowe

- layouts by David Marshall

Editorial Column - Pass The Stuffing - R.J. Pare

Health Columns -

So how are we feeling today? - Leanne Bechard-Stiers

Interior Art -

pieces by Josh Bowe, Lee-Ann Marie Macdonald, Roger

Formidable, Belinda Da Fonseca, Andy Richardson, Kelly

Merrell, Tariq Rafiq, Yolande Gaspard.

Poetry - Polaris & Ceramic Dolls - by Larissa Gula

Mother Artist Monday - by Linda E. Cabel

Fan Fiction - The Shadow of Shazam - by R.J. Pare

Non-Fiction - Futurism in the Funnies - by Roy G. James

Family Life - Cook Book for Working Families &

My Journal - by Amanda Fortin

Pop Culture -

Raised on Saturday Morning Cartoons - by Pauline Harren Pare

Untitled - by Kelly Merrell Untitled - by Mohammed Abdullah


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Unfinished Symphonies - by Roger Formidable


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Pass the StuffingLetter from the Editor

{Feb. 28} Welcome, everyone, to # 9... the tenth issue {when

we include the Tribute Issue} of RKYV. The ride has been, for

me at least, a challenging and satisfyingly creative one. Each month

our contributors have shared with us some of the most interesting

and engaging pieces of art available anywhere. Likewise, they have

shared compelling and thought provoking articles, poetry and prose.We started the new year off with a format change. This is something

that the Associate Editor David and I will continue to look at and

occasionally experiment with in order to provide you, the readers

and contributors, with a stimulating and exciting presentation of

content.

"Come writers and critics // Who prophesize with your pen // Andkeep your eyes wide // The chance won't come again // And don't

speak too soon // For the wheel's still in spin // And there's no tellin'

who // That it's namin'. // For the loser now // Will be later to win //

For the times they are a-changin'." -- Bob Dylan, 1964

These immortal words seem very appropriate at this time.

Beginnings and endings... life is full of them. Let me begin by

bidding the fondest of farewells to one of our regular contributors.While none of us get paid for this work, I have always considered

our columnists as "staff". They have provided the necessary

foundation of regular contribution essential to a fledging publication

seeking to establish its identity. Leanne Bechard-Stiers is a dear, old

friend from my school days. She agreed to write an RKYV health

column way back and as a Registered Nurse provide our readers

with some sound advice. Sadly, Leannes own health is not doing Grain Elevator - by Lee-Ann Marie Macdonald


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very well and she cannot continue this feature anymore. I wish

her better health in the future and hope that she continues to

enjoy and take pride in this publication that she played a valuedpart in building.

This does not mean that we will be bereft of health advice... in

the coming months new staff member, long time reader and a

close personal friend of mine... Christina Marchetti, also a

Registered Nurse, will begin a NEW RKYV Health Column.

Christina has asked that any questions or suggestions for specific

topics be relayed to her or posted on the group Wall and she will

incorporate them into her column.

Next month will see the launching of another NEW feature.

RKYV is pleased to announce the addition of Tariq Rafiq as Art

Critic to our staff. He will be helming a "Featured Artist" of the

month column. These artists will be showcased on the cover

along with a segment that features several of their pieces withaccompanying notes, a short Bio and interview. I hope everyone

looks forward to this feature as much as I do. Any artists

interested in being "featured" please contact Tariq or myself and

we will go over the details with you. As always, please remember

to forward any 'cover art' early to us in order to provide the lead

time necessary to do layouts.

With that I bid you farewell... for now... and present the

contributions of our talented members. Which is what you come

here for any way right?

Mystic Pig - by Andy Richardson


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HealthSo how are we feeling today? - by Leanne Stiers

The last time I wrote, I was ill. Really ill. Not much has changed, the kids and husband have turned it in to the virus from hell. We just

pass it back and forth, and hope someday it'll find another family to love, much like the stray cat I feed daily.

I truly didn't know what to write about this month. I've covered many topics affecting most of us, diabetes, mental illness, and the

basics of what we all should know. Last month we talked about the viral/bacterial stuff...not much fun. I was thinking about doing anarticle about sex, I can say with all honesty, I started to blush thinking about it.

My husband Greg went to the doctor recently for his annual check up. Yes, I made him go, according to him, grounds for divorce. He

got everything checked, even the dreaded turn your head and cough check, with a prostate exam. Once again, came home spewing

about divorce. He got the speech from his doctor, "Mr. Stiers, you need to lose weight and quit smoking." Nothing he hasn't heard

from me for the last 5 years. The funny thing about that is, Greg, my wonderful husband, is a nurse too. He told many people during

the 20 years of his career the same thing. I guess its hard to hear it. Kinda like working for Revenue Canada, telling someone they owe

hundreds in back taxes, and then finding out, so do they.

So in the words of all of us good nurses, both actively working and the retired like Greg and most recently myself, take care of

yourself, see your doctor, and wash your hands, a lot.

With this article, I must say farewell. I have truly enjoyed writing to all of our loyal readers, and I pray I helped just one person with

the things I have written.

In Great Health and Respect,

Leanne Stiers, Retired Nurse

Hellooo Nurse

RKYV Online


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Gallery Art

Fawn - by Lee- Ann Marie Macdonald

Altered States II - Tariq Rafiq

Untitled - by Tariq Rafiq


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Fluid Mechanics - by Josh Bowe

Untitled - by Belinda Da Fonseca

The Blue Bucket - by Lee-Ann Marie Macdonald


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Country Picnic - by Andy Richardson

D day of DNA - by Yolande Gaspard

Untitled - Belinda Da Fonseca


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Shooting Range - by Josh Bowe


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PoetryPolaris - by Larissa Gula

I went out one night to empty my overworked mind.

I took the long forest trail home that night

And while erasing my list of misplaced thoughts

I was lured into taking the time to look up.

I dont know why I looked, after ten ignorant years

Of blissful walking with nights hand.

But that night, I tilted my head back

To see the celestial beings above.

I tried to pick out my favourite characters

Yelping Sirius and the cantering Monocerous

Had long been driven out of their position by

Dracos flame, Leos roar, and Lupus windy howl.

Amidst their seasonal bickering for rule of the night

My eyes found peaceful Polaris, and I hummed

An old song tune that had been long

Abandoned to the pits of my skull:

Left foot, peg foot travelling on

Follow the drinking gourd.

The gourd was up there, too;

Supposed tour guide who was told

To have led the indentured and enslaved

To the lands of promise and desire.

And now he is nothing more

Than the witness to the two chaotic worlds

Below and around him.

I angled my head away from my old friends

As the wind carried clouds

Over their faces and voicesAnd I stood under the shadows of branches

In silence.

Untitled - by Josh Bowe


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Ceramic Dolls - by Larissa Gula

The staring contest among the super powers

Continues behind a door sealed from its inside.

Inside, lamps flicker, dim, bright, dim - flash.

The light waves behind to blind and charge

Harder than the Earths sun ever could.

And the intensity of the moment disintegrates

Any thought process once in possession

Until the pairs of seated eyes forget to stare,

Forget to be the winner in their political struggle.

They stumble,

Trip over their hooded red jackets,

Feel suits rip and slacken. It slowly seems that

The garments lost their colouring and identities,

As the world lost its face over time, and debate.

The beams from the lamps come still

Melting bones, and the crumbling shapesCry out their confusion to deaf ears around them

And the shouts tumble over bodies

Into walls -

Its insignificant where the noise lands.

And the lamps begin to dim, in inches of light.

Old splintered men stand

Where young ceramic dolls once marchedProclaiming their kingship to the world;

And the old men see only folly; just

Much too late to save their reflections

Still staring through the glass of the dimming

Disappearing lamp light.

Corporeal Descent - by Tariq Rafiq


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Mother Artist Monday - by Linda E. Cabel

Kirsberry wine and CNN

Science project

Sorting socks

Baked spaghettiPiers Anthony

E. B. White

Packed lunches and paper wars

Jeopardy

Lottery

SanityExiting in shades of blue

On perfumed brushes;

Two square feet of space

Between the ten o`clock news

And heaven.

Brave But Can You Swim - by Belinda Da Fonseca


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Fan FictionThe Shadow of Shazam - by R.J. Pare, based on the DC Comics characters

{all rights reserved}

Many years ago...Many years ago...Many years ago...Many years ago...

Yes, says the boys godfather, bats can be very scary in fact Id say they

possess the ability tostrike fear into the hearts of men.

Now lets get you home and safe, okay?

Okay, uncle C.C. the boy smiles and lays his head on Marvels chest. He

shakes his head, more amused than anything really. He realizes hes gonna

have to start working a lot harder on the whole secret identity thing. Captain

Marvel looks up as he flies away from the darkness.

I am getting too old for this

.....

Some months laterSome months laterSome months laterSome months later

A-ha en- guard! The giggling boy thrusts with his imaginary swordtowards his father.

Oh, you fiend, you have thwarted my plans Dr. Thomas Wayne says, with

mock indignation, to his son Bruce. Who are you, behind that mask?

All you need know villain, Bruce answers with a flourish, trying to carve an

invisible Z into his fathers jacket is that I am Zorro!


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Ha ha... ha, The two Wayne men chortled at the site of Martha trying to run after them in her dress and heels. Mom, Bruce

teases you look pretty silly oomf! Bruce is startled by his Dad giving him a playful cuff on the back of his head.

I think your mother, Thomas begins, taking just a second to whisper to Bruce never make fun of a lady who has taken an hour to

get dressed nice. He steps in front of Bruce walking towards his wife. I think she is just the prettiest woman in all of Gotham.

Oomf! the father sounding much like the son manages as his wifes elbow gets him in the ribs. Dont bother trying to butter me up

you. Martha puts on herstern voice it is time we got back on the street, besides its filthy in here and Bruce is wearing his nice

suit.

Mo-o-om Bruce rolls his eyes were not getting dirty, sheesh.

No shes right tiger, Tom reaches out and musses his boys hair. Lets cut through the alley over onto sixth and then its only a

block to the subway station.

Honey I am in heels besides its dark are you sure? Martha asks her husband not liking the look of the shadows filling the

alley.

I am not a tiger! Bruce interrupts I am Zorro! A-ha aha! He continues into the alley with the innocent exuberance only seven

year old boys can muster.

Alright kiddo, Thomas Wayne follows his son your Mom is right we gotta get home and were supposed to stick together!

Looking around, Thomas has an uneasy flashing moment. Martha has a point it is pretty foolish for us to be fooling around in the

dark back here.

Come on Bruce he says catching up to his boy lets head back out on fifth and walk your pretty Mom out of this messy old alley.

Martha looks at her husband and smiles. Yep, I should write a self help book on how to get a perfect family just let your kid fall in

an old cave and get closer through worrying yourselves sick probably sell like hot-cakes. She almost breaks out laughing. Thomas

looks at her funny. She waves him off, nothing sweetie lets just go


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Well now that does soundlike a goodly plan there missuz, a voice says from the darkness. Sad to say I am gonna have to charge ya

a toll see this here alley is sorta my property and yer like trespassing.

The man in the shadows steps forward. He looks mean and hungry, like a predator. Which Martha supposes is exactly what he is.

Tonight the prey just happened to be the Waynes. Okay, okay no problem, Thomas steps forward here take my wallet. My family

and I are just going to leave and walk away. We dont want any tr---ugh! Dr. Waynes head slaps back from the thug pistol whipping

him across the temple. Dimly he is aware that he has probably suffered a concussion and of course a laceration since blood is pouring

into his eye. He put a hand to his head and feels the sticky evidence he will have to get stitched up thats for sure but what about

Martha and Bruce?

Thomas wonders if the thief is strung out on drugs. He offered him his wallet for crying out loud. That should have been enough, but ifthis fella is irrational they might be in more trouble than a simple robbery.

Dont tell me what to do!! The disheveled thief holding the gun yells. Im sick of you bastards telling me what to do!!

Thomas looks in the mans eyes or at least tries to. His vision is a little blurry and he has to wipe the blood away but yes the

mans eyes do look dilated and anxious. Of course that could just be from committing a robbery. Tom looks at the mans hands they

are shaking. He looks at the thiefs skin it is sweaty. Yep, most likely this guy needs whatever his poison of choice is and needs itpretty bad.

Im sorry I just meant that I want to cooperate okay? he asks in as calm a voice as he can muster.

Just shut it now! The thief hollers I am taking everything you got and one more word well you get the picture? Dr. Wayne

just nods.

Mom, Dad I wanna go home the young Bruce starts to sob.

Quiet ya little brat before I he raises the gun as though he might smash Bruce a good one like he did his dad.

No! Leave him alone hes just a boy! Martha yells and moves to place herself between the gunman and her son.


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Didnt I already warn you lady he snarls as he grabs Martha by the wrist and throws her against the wall. He advances on her

noticing the strand of pearls at her throat. Ah now that is nice and pretty heh heh. The villain chuckles and reaches out his hand

towards her throat and chest.

What!... No please! Martha eyes light up in fear. Could this man mean to violate her in front of her family? Oh dear god no, she

prays silently.

Thomas hears the dread in his wifes voice and sees the thug clutching at his wifes bosom. Like hell, he mutters and stumbles

after him. Take your filthy hands off my wife! he roars.

It all happened so fast. Bruce remembers it in splintered images. The mugger, the man who made him an orphan, tore the pearlsfrom around his mothers throat. The strand snaps and the pearls go sailing, glinting in the moonlight, bouncing on the ground in the

dirty alleyway.

The hand holding the gun turns Bruce is sure if he was bigger, stronger, faster he could somehow stop that hand from finding

its targets. If only he could move even in his dreams he is rooted in place, the terror of an eight year old paralyzing him.

BANG!

Thomas!! his mother cries.

BANG!!

Then there was silence.

Bruce doesnt remember much after that. He supposes the murderer must have fled. He guesses that police and emergency servicesmust have taken him to the hospital. He thinks that questions must have been asked. He can remember nothing until his name was

called by one man.

Bruce? A voice in the darkness calls. Oh my dear boy


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The young mans vision clears and he sees the kind weathered face of his Uncle C.C.

He knows that he will be taken care of. He knows that his Uncle will take him in. He doesnt think everything will be okay. At the

tender age of eight he has learned a painful lesson. With bad people in the world, pain and cruelty, he might never be okay. At least,with Uncle C.C. he will be looked after and that will have to do for now.

The only dilemma the young Bruce wrestles with at this point is how to feel about his new guardian. He has always loved and

admired C.C. Batson. He is not sure if it is because he was kind and had a fun sense of humour when he played with him. Or more,

that he was in awe of his Uncles alter ego Captain Marvel. Bruce has to swallow hard when he thinks of the Captain. His Uncle is

kind and wonderful. Marvel is powerful like a god. The young boy wonders why why with all the lives the hero saves why he

could not have saved his parents. The bitterness in such thoughts can fester and grow like a weed in good soil, choking the blossoms

of better thoughts if they arent plucked out periodically.

The young man has to live, long enough to make his world make sense, to fix the things that can be fixed. So a decision is made.

Dark thoughts and bitter feelings are bottled up. They are placed in a corner of his psyche that he chooses to leave alone until he is

old enough, strong enough, wise enough to know how to deal with them.

Time marches on on Bruces 21Time marches on on Bruces 21Time marches on on Bruces 21Time marches on on Bruces 21st birthdaybirthdaybirthdaybirthday

Yes, Alfred Bruce says into the telephone please have everything in order. I will be returning to the estate tomorrow and will be

taking up residence there, for the time being.

Of course, Master Bruce, replies the aging butler all will be as you request.

Until then, Alfred Bruce finishes that is all.

Bruce hangs up the phone, reflecting for a moment on the decision he has made. True C.C. has done his part to provide for him,

but it is time he reclaimed his heritage. They could have been living in Gotham all along, to be honest, if C.C. werent so damned

stubborn about not touching a nickel of the Wayne money. He would always say It is being kept in trust for you Bruce I dont need

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Ya, well my good Uncle, Bruce thinks to himself I need it. I deserve it it is my families legacy. If I am to make something of

my life I need to start by honouring the lives of my parents.

Bruce broods over his plans for his familys holdings chiefly Wayne Enterprises and how these investments can help him deal

with his past. Perhaps investing in better police equipment? There is so much, the young man realizes, that he still needs to learn.

But Ill never learn it stuck here in the leaky old Fawcett Bruce chuckles a little to himself

Aw, now Bruce its not so bad around here is it? C.C. says walking into the room.

I I didnt mean any disrespect Uncle, Bruce stammers, embarrassed that he may have hurt the old mans feelings. I just want tomove forward get involved in things its just so frustrating being on the sidelines and waiting.

Well, my boy, you are 21 now so no more waiting. You can go to Gotham go into business join the elite crowd of

socialites C.C. lists Bruces options.

You know I dont care about the snobs! Bruce interrupts.

I know son and they all arent snobs, you know that. C.C. says with a grin. Your parents were rich and let me tell you two of

the sweetest people youd ever meet!

C.C. looks at his ward.

The thing is Bruce; I know how much you want to make a difference I know their death pushed you through school faster than

anyone else

Uncle, I couldnt let them down Bruce tries to explain.

And you havent truthfully you could never let them down son, they adored you. C.C. looks at the young man and makes his

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Bruce, I know of another way you could make a difference, if you think youre up to a challenge that is? C.C. watches Bruces

reactions. There is someone I would like you to meet. Or, should I say my counterpart wants you to meet?

Who does the Captain want me to? Bruce begins but is halted by:

SHAZAM!

Somewhere in the mountains of TibetSomewhere in the mountains of TibetSomewhere in the mountains of TibetSomewhere in the mountains of Tibet

The Lazarus Pit, its vapors rising like steam in this cold, dark cave, lies before the booted feet of The Demons Head. The surfacebubbles from gases and toxins escaping the spring fed pool of exotic minerals. This pit and others like it are perhaps the most valuable

and closely guarded secrets in the world. The rejuvenative powers of these pools can offer a form of immortality to those who have

knowledge of them and the proper conditions in which to use them. The injured, diseased, dying or even the dead can be restored to

youth, health and vitality through immersion in these naturally forming cauldrons of preternatural fluids. It is not a fountain of youth

however, its waters are not for the aged to bathe in and rediscover their youth. For anyone, of healthy mind and body, to enter a

Lazarus Pit is to suffer a painful death from the unique chemicals violently reacting with their own bodys chemistry. The head of the

demon, Ras al Ghul, knows these pits well; they have kept him alive for centuries.

Ras al Ghul takes a step forward and raises his thickly mittened hands to pull back the hood of his parka. Starkly arched brows jut

from a high prominent forehead, his mane of hair jet-black except for the streaks of white at his temples Ras al Ghul surveyed

his discovery. It will serve him well, when the time comes provided of course that

The purity? he asks of his technicians. They scurry back and forth with their samples and compare results. Now! he commands

with a hint of impatience.

One of his servants rushes before him, head bowed, eager to report.

Yes, yes he waves his hands at the show of servitude he doesnt need them to prostrate themselves to prove their obedience if

they werent obedient, they would quite simply, be dead. Get on with it!


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Master, the worm intones the waters are potent ninety six point three percent purity we have never before discovered a Lazarus

Pit of such perfection! Perhaps, the minerals in this region differ somehow from those in other regions where Pits have formed. It

would be wise...

Yes! he turns his gaze on his thrall choose your next words wise-ly. What advice were you about to give me!

Apologies master, this humble servant misspoke in his profound desire to serve. The technician is ashen with justified fear. I

merely wondered if you want us to pursue further tests of the soil and the origins of the spring that feeds this pit perhaps the same

anomaly that accounts for the richness of purity may have an effect on the results. He is whining now. We cannot predict what might

happen when the pit is used we do not know if it will have any unwanted side-effects master, perhaps with more study we can

understand this phenomenon perhaps it can be beneficial perhaps it is a result of the altitude perhaps

Perhaps, you prattling sycophant, Ghul interrupts with authority, it is the nearness to Nanda Parbat!

Nanda Par..? the servant attempts to inquire.

Never mind, al Ghul emphatically ends the question it is of no importance to my mission. Secure this pit; set up remote monitoring

equipment and prepare to seal the cave. We leave within the hour!

Going so soon? a figure says, appearing floating in the vapors above the Lazarus Pit. You have not even had the time to offer me a

cup of coffee hah ha.

The figure, with bright red closely cropped hair, regarded his surroundings with unveiled amusement. He wore some sort of jack-

booted military uniform reminiscent of the Nazi SS except for the absurd capital D.

Attack! Defend your master, Talia screams at the guards.

Rifles snap up, braced on shoulders and aimed at this daring intruder. In the span of a heartbeat it will all be over. The first bullets

will fly and this interloper will perish for the audacity of invading the presence of Ras al Ghul. That is precisely the way that he has

trained his men; precisely how he has trained his daughter. His heart beats. No bullets fly through the air perforating the flesh of this

impudent fool. In the span of a heartbeat he seems to have vanished. Ras begins to scan the room with his eyes in the hopes of

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Really I would advise against shooting me, chuckles the man who dares confront Ras al Ghul, unless, of course, you wish to

ventilate your delightful daughter hah ha. He is standing directly behind Talia and his gun is pressed firmly to her temple.

Ras considers the situation before him. He would willingly sacrifice any of his followers, including his own daughter, if it were a

means to achieving his goals. This is not case; this would simply be a waste of a valuable resource. The world is already full of that

sort of nonsense, precisely why it must be forced to accept his leadership!

Ras thoughts are full of this sort of delusional megalomania but what powerful, influential leaders in history have not suffered from

such delusions?

What, precisely, do you want? Per Degaton! Ras rubs the bridge of his nose between thumb and index finger, dealing with theso-called super-villain community was always a mixed blessing. Many of these individuals possessed abilities that made them quite

formidable. Useful attributes in agents if they are able to follow instruction sadly most of them also possessed serious character

flaws that almost guaranteed they would self destruct under pressure. Precisely the Ras avoided employing or working with them

most of the time. This Degaton is truly intriguing though. The ability to travel through time could be a very powerful edge of course

the mans idiocy has prevented him from making the most of it this will require guile, Ras decides.

Its not what I want Demons Head, Per acknowledges with a mocking bow of his head. You want to rule this world

Benevolently, Ras interjects.

Whatever, the point is that you have an organization that could actually pull this off if things were otherwise. Degaton states,

matter-of-factly.

Otherwise? Ras raises an eye brow inquisitively.

Yes, Per continues the heroes, they always get in the way regardless of your intentions. Banded together they are almost god-like in

power. Despite your resources even you cannot best the combined might of the Justice

The Justice Society has disbanded, you time traveling, befuddled imbecile. Do you not take note of what year you are in when you

decide to interfere? Ras says disgustedly. Perhaps he has misjudged this fool after all. Of course the Justice Society would have


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proved problematic. However, his organization has waited this long to ensure that they will not be a factor. Alone, the heroes can be

picked off one by one. Did this buffoon truly think that the Demons Head did not take this into account?

Ahem, Per interrupts Ras angered musing. If you are through making assumptions, he says with a sneer I was not referring to

the Society!

Per Degaton watches the reaction on Ras face.

There will be a new brotherhood of heroes joining forces. This Justice League will be an even more powerful obstacle than itspredecessor as it may be led by the partnership of a New Captain Marvel and an alien a Kryptonian named Superman! Per Degaton

finishes his revelation, smiling, with emphatic gusto.

Ras mulls this information over. If this is to be, than what is it that you think I can do for you? My network is vast but we do

not employ such god-like powerhouses. Have you come to gloat? I seem to recall several instances when you have been hoisted on

your own petard!

My dear Mr. al Ghul, Degaton diplomatically spreads his hands. I come bearing the greatest gift the knowledge that this future

NEED NOT BE SO! He allows this fact to sink in. If we work together, we could stop this version of events from unfolding we

could, literally re-shape the landscape of the future. Perhaps the League never forms or at least NOT the version led by these uber-

men!

Ras silently thanks the gods that blessed him with patience. This time traveler may be a buffoon but he has the advantage of fore-

sight. A powerful advantage that Ras decides is worth the risk of confronting such dangers as the superhuman {or alien} community

possess. What, specifically, do you have in mind? al Ghul asks.

I am so glad you asked, Per says, smiling smugly. The proverbial Achilles heel is this new Marvel-to-be. He has a dark side,

one that Cub Scout of mentor does not, or will not, even see. Anger and bitterness fester inside him. Power such as Marvels could

easily corrupt this young man. It could make it tempting for him to make decisions based on his might and not utilize the wisdom his

powers grant him!


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The Demons Head nods in understanding. The power of the gods in the hands of an angry young man such a man could be a

surgically sharp blade in the hands of the right master. Ras al Ghul is just such a master. Ras smiles genuinely pleased. Very well

my dear Per Degaton, perhaps there are indeed many ways such a young man might be turned to our purposes Ras stares intently athis beautiful daughter as he speaks. Yes, he thinks Talia could very well be a valuable resource in such a pursuit.

Per Degaton steps away from Talia while holstering his weapon. Talia glares at him but does not retaliate. If her father has taught

her anything it is to choose the moment to strike at your enemies with care and not have it chosen for you. Per came here on his own,

one day, Talia silently vows, one day there will be no more escapes no more time travels no more tomorrows for you Per

Degaton! For now, she calmly walks to her fathers side and waits.

Where do you plan to begin? How do we locate this new Marvel? Ras defers to Degaton with a show of respect. Let this mans ego

be stroked, Ras decides, and eventually he will reveal all his secrets and then perhaps it will be time to re-evaluate his status among

the living!

Let me ask you, Per says Have you ever been to Gotham City?

Meanwhile, at the Rock of EternityMeanwhile, at the Rock of EternityMeanwhile, at the Rock of EternityMeanwhile, at the Rock of Eternity

Captain Marvel leads Bruce Wayne into the cave at the top of the mountain. The journey here was swift, but Bruce cannot

remember how they actually got here. He remembers a flash of light and then this this high peak set in the clouds.

Where, he raises his voice against the wind where is this place?

Patience Bruce, Captain Marvel intones, his normally rich voice subdued. This way this way lays mysteries and answers.

The Captain walks deeper into the cave, a passageway actually, now that Bruces eyes are adjusting to the light. As they move

deeper into the passage he can see shapes, statues that line the walls.


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Ugly misshapen things, there are seven of them and they are easily

twenty feet tall apiece. Each of these grotesqueries has a sign engraved

at their base. Bruce wishes there was more light so he could make outwhat they said.

These things, the signs, do you know? he asks.

Yes, the Captain sighs they are evil things. The Seven Deadly

Enemies of Man. These are to be guarded against: Pride, Envy, Greed,

Anger, Sloth, Lust and Gluttony.

They have been with him from the beginning and they will be

with him until the end of times. A booming voice calls from beyond

the passage.

The end of the passage glows and the Captain and Bruce move

towards the light and the voice speaking to them. They enter into a

large room with a pair of lit braziers providing the glowing light and

warmth. Between these, a massive stone throne sits and wavering on it

the translucent image of an old man.

You have brought him here, CC. Have you told him? the ghost

asks.

Told me what? Bruce does not understand. He looks at his uncle.

What is going on?

SHAZAM! the Captain transforms back into CC Batson. There,

maybe this will make it easier for to understand son I hope you

dont mind my calling you that.By David Marshall


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Of course not Bruce says, although if he were being honest with himself he doesnt particularly like it. You were saying

though?

I am not a young man anymore Bruce, and I cannot remain Captain Marvel forever. So I want to give you something. You want to

give your life meaning you want to be a part of things well youre right. Leaky old Fawcett isnt the place to do that but I want

you to think bigger than just Gotham or Metropolis. I want you to consider helping the world! CC looks at Bruce with hope.

Do you mean, Bruce cannot believe it that you want me to to take your place? To become Captain Marvel?

There is precedent. The ghost interrupts.

Who are you? Bruce asks are you alive? Are you a ghost? Bruce questions.

I am both and I am neither. I am SHAZAM! the apparition bellows.

What kind of answer is that? Uncle CC what is this person? Bruce is growing impatient.

Bruce, you have to understand, this wizard

Wizard? Bruce is incredulous and yet the apparition is there for him to see.

Yes Bruce Wayne I am a wizard and all you need to understand to decide is whether or not you want to follow in the

footsteps of your Uncle and the champions who came before him. Will you accept this gift this responsibility?

Bruce thinks this over. Can he live up to such expectations? Would this make his parents proud? The chance to do so much for

the world and the power to right wrongs really only one answer is possible. Yes.

Then speak my name, the wizard commands.

Bruce looks to his Uncle and takes a deep breath.

SHAZAM!


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Time passesTime passesTime passesTime passes

The exploits of the New Captain Marvel make headlines for awhile. The lives he saves, the villains he thwarts all capture the

publics imagination for a short time. This is the dawn of a new heroic age though and it seems as though new and exciting heroes

are appearing daily and these heroes are operating on the world stage while Captain Marvel seems to return time and again to

Gotham City.

You have left the appropriate packages my dear daughter? Ras asks already knowing the answer.

Yes father, of course she smiles. It has been some very busy months. The Gotham Underworld has experienced an influx of weapons

and money. Their benefactors discreetly shielded through many dummy corporations. Talia hopes her father approves.

A series of violent robberies and internecine gang warfare have turned Gotham City into a very dangerous place to live. So dangerous

that Captain Marvel it seems has taken to patrolling its skies on a nightly basis.

Now, I think would be a good time to get to know him more personally, Ras raises and eye towards his beautiful daughter.

Perhaps Bruce Wayne needs a friend he chuckles softly.

Talia takes a deep breath. She knows what is expected of her. She thinks that this mission could very lead to far more than

seduction. With a man as powerful as Bruce Wayne she will need to be very careful. She has seen his picture though at least he is

easy on the eyes, which makes a part of the plan if not easier, than at least more pleasurable.

Yes, father I do believe the gentleman could use a friend. Talia grins in expectation.

The office of the Gotham Preservation SocietyThe office of the Gotham Preservation SocietyThe office of the Gotham Preservation SocietyThe office of the Gotham Preservation Society

Across from Bruce Wayne sits the new director, Miss TaliaDaemon behind her desk and looking up at her handsome visitor.

As I was saying, she takes her glasses off it was our pleasure to restore your parents gravestones after the unfortunate incident with

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But Miss Daemon, really Bruce Wayne tries to explain.

Talia, please she interrupts I insist.

Very well, Talia, you must understand my family left me very well off. There is simply no reason that I cannot replace the

damaged markers myself. Bruce was hurt and angered that anyone would violate their resting place. Then he was oddly thankful and

touched that someone had the memorial tombstones replaced with meticulous and exacting detail. He wanted to pay for it though

what is the point of having lots of money if someone still feels compelled to offer you charity?

Nonsense, Talia answers there is a perfectly good reason. The Old Gotham Cemetery is a landmark. Your parents were among the

last to be interred there and the Society exists to preserve those sites which we deem of historical value. She has a way of smilingwith her eyes that seems to capture Bruces attention.

Perhaps I could make a donation then? Bruce will not allow himself to feel indebted. He has the means to help others they

should not be spending their limited resources on him.

Ill do you one better, Talia leans forward in her chair The Gotham Preservation Society is having a fund-raiser in a couple

nights perhaps with your connections to the Gotham elite you could help us make it a smashing success!

Now Bruce grins of course their gesture wasnt charity it was designed to garner his good-will. Still, it is a good cause and he

decides to go along with it. There is one small problem Talia wherever, will I locate someone to accompany me on such short

notice. He grins down at the beautiful director.

There really are far worse ways to spend an evening he decides.

Weeks laterWeeks laterWeeks laterWeeks later

The Gotham tabloids have been a buzz with gossip over the returning sonBruce Wayne taking his place among the movers and

shakers after years in absence. The ever-present gal-pal on his arm as Talia becomes the must-have guest at every serious ladies

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At the same time the news beat has been scathing in its growing criticism of vigilanteism and the methods of costumed heroes

like Captain Marvel who increasingly is being accused of using excessive force.

On the national scene, the White House has taken steps to approve of the formation of a force of heroes that will follow agreed upon

standards of legal behavior in apprehending criminals The rumours abound that the very same government that once caused the

Justice Society to disband may very well lead to its re-birth.

A news conference is scheduled for later today as the President meets with prominent heroes in order to bring about this historic

agreement.

What do you mean? asks an incredulous Captain Marvel. My predecessor was a founding member of the Justice Society!

Yes but understand, Diana of Themiscrya, the woman the media describe as a Wonder, tries to put things diplomatically I

know the pressures of following in the steps of a legacy. My mother was the first Wonder Woman and served with your predecessor.

They would not approve of the heavy handed methods you are currently employing. You know this. Perhaps, if you soften your

approach in time we can bring you in.

The media simply would roast us alive if we brought in someone they viewed as a strong armed thug. The president states the case

plainly and Bruce is shocked. Captain Marvel looks around at the assemblage. Green Lantern, Black Canary, Aquaman, the Flash,

Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman and of course Superman [an alien often cited as being more powerful than he is Bruce

wonders]. These people would form an alliance to rival that of the original Justice Society although they are calling themselves a

League.

This is about the MEDIA! For crying out loud! If they had their way the entire country would be reading bed-time stories to felons!

Captain Marvel is getting really angry.

Perhaps you should cool off. Superman steps forward and we can discuss this again when you arent so angry. He places his hand

in a friendly but firm manner upon the Captains shoulder. The room goes quiet if violence were to erupt between these two

there is no limit to the amount of devastation that could be wreaked. Captain Marvel steps away from Superman, the Wisdom of

Solomon still clear enough in his heart to know that he does not want to see the number of innocents perish that a battle between them

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Fine, have your League Captain Marvel growls but stay out of my

way. He says as he takes flight and stay out of my city!

His city? the Flash questions.

Gotham, Aquaman intones his kingdom, for lack of a better word.

Diana, Superman looks to her for advice did we do the right thing?

He backed down from you Kal. So I would say so yes we did.

Wonder Woman walks over to stand with Superman.

He didnt back down from me, Superman says he just decided he

didnt want anyone else being caught in the cross-fire. I dont think that

man would back down from anyone.

Come everyone, the president brings the meeting back to order lets go

meet the press.

Standing before the world media with cameras flashing the president

walked up to the podium. In his address he praised the memory of the

Justice Society and apologized that any administration would ever have

driven such brave men and women from service. The president, finishing

up a second term and therefore not needing to stump for votes, kept his

introduction short. This reporter agrees with that decision at least. The

next words from the President of the United States of America will beremembered for years to come.

Ladies and gentleman I give you The Justice League of America!

By David Marshall


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Non-Fiction

Futurism in the Funnies - by Roy G. James

Figure 2 Howard the Duck # 3, Marvel Comics, 1976. The Four Feathers of Death


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Relevance

The sterling character of comic book superheroes went without question

until recently. Superheroes such as Green Lantern and Green Arrow

{figure 3} never showed any emotion, nor questioned their own motives

nor spoke out about the state of things. What, and appear human? Shades

of identity crises. Superheroes never admitted to having any frailties or

shortcomings, that is, until the turn of the 70s with a rather revolutionary

series of comics scripted by Denny ONeil and illustrated by Neal Adams.

Pollution, social injustice, racism and the plight of the underprivileged are

issues faced by the comic book superheroes. However, Walt Kelly downplays this by saying:

But the superheroes solve problems of trash pollution with their muscles;

vandals and other miscreants are pursued, captured and thwarted with the

same old violence.

Yet on a more positive note he remarks on relevance in comics with:

There is no reason to disguise the great nuggets of delightful comic

material drawn from public leadership in church, state, education or pool

hall. It is through such comic depiction that we recognize the foibles and

frailties of our lives. As Pogo once said, We have met the enemy and he is

us.

-- Walt Kelly, The Funnies are Relevant. The 1972 ComptonYearbook, (Chicago: F.E. Compton Co., 1972), p. 56 & 53 respectively.

The trend to relevance (and relevance is essential to futurism) subsided for

a few years regarding social issues until 1976 when marvel Comics gave

birth to an unusual character, Howard the Duck, a modern champion of

social justice. (figure 2)Figure 3 Green Lantern # 76, National Periodical

Publications, 1970 No Evil Shall Escape My Sight


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Untitled - by Belinda Da Fonseca

World that Lost its Perception - by Tariq Rafiq


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Family Life~Cook Book For Working Families~ - by Amanda Fortin

Ingredients:

~ Ground Beef

~ Fresh or frozen Vegetables

~ Ketchup or BBQ Sauce

~ Salt

~ Pepper~ Rice

~ Diced Tomatoes

Directions:

* Start by browning your ground beef in a frying pan

(Feel free to cook as much as you like, left overs can be used for lunch at work the next day)

* Boil your fresh or frozen vegetables (chop your fresh veggies)

* Add ketchup/BBQ Sauce to beef to taste, mix together, make sure everything is coated

* Cook rice

* Add salt and pepper to taste

* Serve

Ways to serve:

1. Combine vegetables and beef, put on plate and top off with rice2. Place beef on plate, top off with rice and put vegetables on the side

3. Mix ingredients all together for a tasty slop

Time to make:

Approx. 15 - 20 minutes and you're ready to eat


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My Journal - by Amanda Fortin

Is holding a grudge really worth it? Life is too short to go on living life the way themajority of the population does. When you're given lemons, you're supposed to

make lemonade yet it seems that not enough people are adding sugar to their cups of

sour goodness. Bitterness builds and people continue to bicker, fight and battle out

their differences without considering the consequences of their actions, words and

the feelings of others being hurt.

As most of you know, I've recently returned home after spending 3 years inSudbury, which I still say is not a welcoming city in the least.

Since returning to Orillia I've built a bond with some very dear friends, fixed broken

bridges between family and am happy to say I've made some new friends.

Some time ago a friend of the family had said some very hurtful things to me and all

because he was having a shitty day to begin with but he proved to have a heart and

he whole heartedly apologized to myself and my husband for his actions and words

and I am grateful that he had apologized to me for what he had said. We need more

people in this world to be able to have the strength to turn to someone they've hurt

and say, "I'm sorry!"

Making an enemy is not going to solve your every day problems and life is short as

it is, why make your short life miserable when you can have the choice to keep the

people in your life that are true friends and live a happy life? I have a great deal of

respect for people that can have the strength and courage to be good inside and out

and share that love and goodness with the people they know.

Recently I made a new friend as well. I've never found it easy bonding and clicking

with other women because of jealousy, selfishness and disrespect but this girl is

someone I enjoy spending time with. She is fun, friendly and shares simular qualities, likes and dislikes as myself. She had asked me

to help her out at a job where we were responsible for several LARGE motor homes to prepare for a motorhome show in Toronto and

the 2 days I worked with her was the most fun 2 days I've ever worked in my life.

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What I am trying to get at people is, if you have a friend

and you have an issue with this friend, talk to them, keep

your friendship, don't risk losing it because a friend is

someone that needs you as much as you need them. They're

a confidant, a source of moral support, a person you trust

your secrets with.

So I am taking this issue to say thank you to the ones that I

hold very dear to me, friends that are true and people I

respect. I think everyone should take the time to thank the

ones they care about. It makes a difference.

Gabe - My supper awesome, sexy, fabulous husband.

Thank you for being my best friend, my love of my life, the

father to our children and the best thing that ever walked

into my life. You are hard working, supportive and you are

very dear to me. I cherish every year, every month, every

day, every second we are together. I welcome the future

with you and want to be at your side supporting you the

way you support me in life. I love you.

Louise and Steve - My children are truly blessed to have

you as their Aunt and Uncle. You have so much love to

share and you are always welcoming and kind. I'm very

lucky to be a part of your lives and I'm proud to call you

family. You are role models and friends to so many people,

adults and children. Thank you for being you.

Lindsay and Shane - Lindsay, you rock girl. I am so happy

to have made a friend like you. You are people that I trust

and care for very much and if you ever need someone to

talk to, you know where to find me. Thank you for

everything you've done for us and we appreciate your

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kindness. It's a shame you two had to move away, it

was awesome having you as neighbours but I will

cherish our friendship for life.

Brad - Thank you for your apology. It was greatly

appreciated and we hope that bad times never hit us

again. Friends are needed for more than just to chill

with, they are people you need when you're having

hard times. When you have problems, a friend is

someone that you can count on to turn to during your

time of need. Hold onto your friends and keep themsmiling because as long as you hold your friends

close, you'll have friends holding you just as close. It

took a great deal of courage to stand up and say what

you did. :) Thank you!

Randy and Pauline - You are the kind of friends that

everyone should have in their lives. You're honest,

respectable and very entertaining. You have opened

your door to us and have always been there when we

needed someone's shoulders to cry on. With friends

like you, the world seems to be a better place. You

aren't afraid to show your love for each other and that is a positive environment to be around. If only every couple loved each other as

much as the two of you do. Your knowledge of life, love and adventure is something everyone should welcome and appreciate because

it makes for a great time but even better friends.

Thank you for being so damn awesome and we are so glad to be closer to you now that we have returned home!

Chris and Karen - You are missed dearly. We've had many great times together and you've put up with my mood swings on more than

one occasion. *laughing* Thank you for not giving up on us. Your love of life and family is just amazing and positive. Your smiles

are contagious, your laughter is addictive and your friendship is something I will forever and always hold dear to me. Thank you.

James and Sara - My brother is my best friend, he's always been there for me and the stories we share are memories I never want to

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forget. The time James was stuck in the mud and told Dad to save himself, it's a cherished memory. Seeing the happiness in my

brothers eyes when he is around you Sara is enough for me to say you are family and I love you so very much. James deserves to be

happy and he's lucky to have met someone so loving as you. Hold him close, love him dearly and never let hard times get you down or

cause your relationship harm......love is stronger than anything and you love each other very much, that is obvious. I can't wait till the

day you two tie the knot, which I will bug you about till the day it is done. Sara, you may not be Mrs. Campbell yet but I tell you now,

you ARE my sister in law. Welcome to the family Hon. :)

Sarah - My sister, my friend, the pain in my ass I am happy to say is family. You and I have created some pretty hilarious memories

together and I will never forget them, such as the drunk walking.....falling down the street, the terrible thunderstorm in Midland and

every day we spent together. I will always and forever be here for you and I'm glad you are a part of my life. You brought 2 wonderful

boys into this world, raising them on your own and doing one hell of an awesome job doing it. You are strong, determined and Ibelieve in you. When Baby Sarah gets here, she's going to be very lucky to have a mother like you. Keep up the great work sis.

To everyone I did not mention, I am sorry I didn't mention you, it's not easy to write an article when you have so many people in your

life to say you appreciate and love/luv. I want everyone to know that I am here for you all and always will be. You can always count

on me to be your friend for life.

Now, if only everyone would take the time to do what I just

did. Share the love, share the appreciation, share your feelings

with those you care about. Reply to this post with thank you's

to those you love, I welcome the happiness, joy and

togetherness of family and friends. It's time to show others

they are important because you never know, you just might

make someone smile.

Thank you everyone. God Bless.

Buzz with Beetle - by Andy Richardson


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Pop CultureRaised on Saturday Morning Cartoons - by Pauline Harren Pare

Based on a slightly intriguing trailer, I decided to try the first episode of

"Quarterlife". I suppose that the most intriguing thing about the trailer was

that it was made by the creators of "Thirtysomething" and "My So Called

Life": two high quality dramas that are no longer aired (except in

syndication). The episode was paced well and did an excellent job

introducing some interesting characters. It follows the lives of several twenty-something friends, firmly entrenched in the digital age, trying to make a life

after college. I will certainly be tuning in next week and I suggest that you

check out this new drama.

I have also been following the progress of a new fantasy television show

that I appear destined to watch. Firstly, the main character in "New

Amsterdam" is Dutch...as I am. Also, it is premiering on March 4... which justhappens to be my birthday. Is it destiny or coincidence? That remains to be

seen. The main character has been blessed/cursed with immortality until true

love comes to New York. Eternal life on earth or true love...what would you

choose.

There are still very few offerings on television but with the end of the

writer's strike...hopefully our favourite shows will return and some new andinteresting fare will surface.

Untitled - by Matt Hatt

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