Sunday, April 30, 2006

100th Posting On The Swamp Thing's Blog!


First let me say it's my pleasure to announce this is the 100th post here on my weblog. I must profess how much of a wonderful challenge this new creation of mine has been. This is proving a worthwhile venture, even if I do tend to fall somewhat behind from time to time. My thanks to everyone who supports or praises all of my online efforts. I spent a refreshingly private weekend with Barefoot Abby. We talked a lot about the way of things, reaching an understanding about my current needs and commitments. It's so good to be able to communicate openly with my darling beautiful barefoot wife again. Barefoot Suzy stopped by a little while ago with my laptop and took this picture of us. She said Barefoot Tefé is back with Barefoot Zaina now. Barefoot Suzy got lonely and depressed, so she wanted to come out to see us. I thanked Barefoot Suzy for all the help she's ever provided for us. After nightfall, Barefoot Abby mentioned a bonfire ceremony she remembered from her childhood, that allowed a person to relieve one's pain by symbolically throwing their torments into the fires. I started a small fire, then I created a few wooden replicas and placed them on the marshy ground at her always bare feet. I handed the first, one of Anton Arcane as he looked as an old man, over to Barefoot Abby. I told her to look at it for a moment, then toss it into the fire. She did so. Then we did the same with all the other people and things that have haunted Barefoot Abby in the past. Next we performed the same ritual with Barefoot Suzy. Last I took my own turn. It's easier for us to talk without any emotional problems. Barefoot Abby and Barefoot Suzy couldn't help but interrupt one another in their renewed enthusiasm, even as the tonight's rainfall began to shower down heavily upon them, leaving their wet lovely nude bodies chilled and drenched, but also very excited and happy. The barefoot women just laughed and bathed, stroking their sleek nude skin and their fine flattened slicked-back wet hair behind their lean wet bare shoulders, as they kept on talking. Then I walked them through the pounding downpour into our lake for the most pleasurable fun of rainy night nude swimming and diving. If these are the last days we're destined to spend together, then let these be the precious memories of time well spent we'll carry on with. I don't know what's going to happen to any of us, but we've done our best together as we could possibly hope for. There's nothing more important or stronger than bonds of family and friends. What better way to spend my 100th installment than this? I feel most accomplished on this National Honesty Day. Thank you for reading Swamp Thing's Blog, my friends. There will be many more of my thoughts and experiences to come!


Next:
Small Talk With The Atom.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/small-talk-with-atom.html

Friday, April 28, 2006

Returning Home To Barefoot Abby.


So much can happen in only a few minutes. After the Batman delivered us back to the swamp this evening, Barefoot Suzy and I rushed over to Barefoot Abby's house. When we arrived we found the porch lights on early, a sure sign that Barefoot Tefé was staying over at the house to look after her barefoot mother. We looked in the living room window to see Barefoot Abby sitting nude on the couch, watching television. She was upset and crying. Barefoot Tefé was pacing her own nude body around the room. She yelled at Barefoot Abby in frustration, saying she was overreacting, that Barefoot Suzy and I were not killed in the fighting or anything. Most aggitated, Barefoot Suzy repeatedly rang the doorbell, as I tried to calm her. Barefoot Tefé answered the door, but instead of greeting us, she screamed to Barefoot Abby that we'd made it back. My barefoot wife rushed out to us, Barefoot Abby threw herself upon me, shouting that she'd never been so scared in all her life. Barefoot Suzy was about to step off the porch and leave us, but Barefoot Tefé said, "Come here, you!" So my barefoot daughter gave Barefoot Suzy's nude purple body a most grateful and heart-felt embrace. I told Barefoot Abby that Woodrue was on the loose and I'd gone looking for him. Then, I went to retrieve Barefoot Suzy so that she would not make the grievous mistake of joining in the superheroes conflict of the supervillains deadly assault on Metropolis too hastily. Barefoot Abby expressed her concerns for the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer, whom she had directed to join the heroes in Metropolis. Barefoot Tefé told Barefoot Abby to stop worrying so much, as my barefoot daughter reviewed her own past conflicts and victories over Matango, Arcane, Woodrue, the Word, and Kudzu. Barefoot Tefé said she knew I was returning home to formulate and execute a plan to stop Doomsday, once and for all. While I thanked Barefoot Tefé for her faith in me, my major concerns are strictly about Woodrue and the danger he threatens upon all of us. I told Barefoot Abby as soon as Woodrue and Barefoot Poison Ivy leave Gotham and resurface in Metropolis, Barefoot Suzy and I would go to deal with them. Barefoot Abby says she doesn't want to think about it anymore. She wants me to take her out to our gazebo in the swamp and take a day or two off, and just concentrate on us.
She even wants me to leave the laptop here at the house. I shall report again after most of the weekend has passed, hopefully this sacred time will be shared peacefully. Barefoot Abby and I need this precious time to be well-spent together, so very desperately...


Next:
100th Posting On The Swamp Thing's Blog!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/100th-posting-on-swamp-things-blog.html

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Mortal Combat In Metropolis!

Doomsday. The Monster To End All Monsters... And Heroes..

I arrived with the full military escort at the Gates of Metropolis today, to find the heroes standing side-by-side, preparing to face the inevitable threat of a Villains United Society with growing numbers. But no one could have foreseen the dangers that lie ahead, or the all-out warfare that was about to commence. I sought out the Barefoot Black Orchid and took her aside. I told her Woodrue is not yet to be found, nor is Barefoot Poison Ivy going to be in the first wave of the attack. I insisted Barefoot Suzy come with me. She refused, and tried to turn back to her place in the line, only to find it had already been filled by another arriving hero. Then came the inevitable. Dr. Psycho led the supervillains obscured beneath the shadow of the Metropolis bridge. The little madman introduced his new "best friend"-- the monstrous alien killing machine of a creature named Doomsday!
I could almost hear Alex Luthor's gloating of his assured victory in my mind. I grabbed Barefoot Suzy by her bare arms, demanding that she not put herself at such terrible risk. She became most angry with me, as her bare legs flew up, slamming her always bare feet into my great mossy vine-laden chest, her lithe purple nude body struggled, wanting me to let her go. I would not. Then I heard several military high-powered rifles clicking from behind. It was to be decided then, that if I interfered further in the Barefoot Black Orchid's business here, then I would automatically be presumed a villain by the soldiers manning the second line, it would seem. Determined now, I told the struggling Barefoot Suzy to look at Doomsday as he slowly approached the brave gauntlet of heroes in front of us--in front of the entire city.
I reminded her of how the world's population was affected by Superman's apparent loss of life when he fell in defeating Doomsday by his own grievous wounds. I told Barefoot Suzy I would suffer a thousandfold for her loss. I told the Barefoot Black Orchid that I love her, and that as the last of her kind, she must not take such an enormous risk as this, and certainly not this soon. I would not be able to protect her against so many different dangers at once. There were going to be many casualties as it is, in the coming conflict that was about to begin. The battle would move across the city, there was no avoiding that. The conflict would take hours, or days perhaps!
I insisted we not get involved, until it is absolutely necessary.
When the eventual deathwave comes, there in which Woodrue and Barefoot Poison Ivy take part, that is when we shall make our stand here. No sooner. Barefoot Suzy turned her nude purple body to me, determination in her steaming eyes, and said, "I'll be ready!"
We turned away from the dreadful scene as the battle commenced. The Barefoot Black Orchid's pheromones exuded from her sexy nude body and allowed her to persuade the soldiers to step aside and not to block our path out of the city. Nearby, a crowd fell into panic upon seeing Doomsday and attempted to flee. Innocent people were in danger, so Barefoot Suzy seized control of the entire group. She calmed every one of them down. They were doubtlessly placed under the delusion that she was the Barefoot Supergirl. Now, we moved to depart Superman's city and return to our own home, only to be confronted with the Batmobile. A side door opened in the sleek vehicle and the Batman's voice issued forth from the shadows within: "Get in. Now!" Barefoot Suzy stepped into the car, as did I. When the door closed, we were wrapped in complete darkness for a moment, as gyros compensated for my weight. Then there was light, and the Batman was seated in front of us behind the wheel. As the Batmobile sped toward Gotham, I asked him what our mission was. He replied, "To check on Barefoot Poison Ivy. You have tough decisions ahead." The Dark Knight's warning did not go unheeded. We arrived in Gotham after nightfall, and I learned about the Arkham jailbreak from Barefoot Suzy. How despite the seeming success of the heroes, it was merely a facade, for after their departure, the villains broke loose once more, now unopposed. For it seems those same villains have come to recruit Barefoot Poison Ivy. First, Killer Croc stepped out of the truck shouting to Barefoot Ivy. She was hesitant to join them at first, but came running when Barefoot Harley Quinn presented herself. Croc seized Barefoot Ivy when she got close and the truck sped off with them. I asked the Batman why he did nothing to stop this. Now Barefoot Ivy will be forced to side with her fellow villains. The Batman merely said he needed the villains all together to activate his contingency plan. "At the cost of how many lives?" Barefoot Suzy asked. But there was no reply. Now we are headed back to the Batcave, and will most likely be sent back to the homefront. Barefoot Abby and Barefoot Tefé will be worried sick about us. Barefoot Suzy and I will have a great deal of explaining to do, when we return home to Houma...


Next:
Returning Home To Barefoot Abby.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/returning-home-to-abby.html

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Lex Luthor: A Man Of Deadly Vision.


The Batman and I went to the old LexCorp Tower this morning.
The Batcopter landed on the roof, and the Dark Knight activated its security features. We entered the complex via the rooftop without incident. Soon we arrived at the general station area and found the main office. Luthor, facing the windows with his back turned to us, bid us welcome. The Batman told me to handle this one for him, he had other places to be. The Dark Knight swiftly departed, and I faced Luthor alone. The bald and distinguished-looking man turned, smiled, and asked what he could do for any creature who was less than human such as myself. I told him I needed to know what his alternate reality counterpart ultimately wanted to achieve. What's Alex Luthor's purpose? Luthor activated a hologram, a globe of light appeared in his hand. As the bright rays of the sun shined on him, I produced my digital camera and took this picture of him, as the globe burst and many countless holographic supervillains exploded violently out. Dispensing with this illusion, Luthor stated that his young counterpart wants nothing more than to alter the course of modern history, if not all of reality itself. I asked why? To create the perfect Earth, Luthor suggested. A world that neither wants nor needs a Superman. A world where a Luthor can live in peace. I told Luthor that peace is not for one of such all-abiding ambition. Luthor responded that I was very perceptive for a legendary monster of science gone awry. He said his battles with Superman are because he must triumph over what he cannot overcome. That is the only way any man can grow, to achieve. Challenging heroes with evil deeds is not achievement, I countered. Luthor felt no need to defend his morals, rather his motives, citing the world's civilizations have grown weaker in Superman's presence. He said if I am to understand Alex Luthor's motives, I must look beyond my own petty concerns. The young divergent Luthor will create a menace so terrible no Superman would ever be able to stop it in time. The rest of Earth's heroes and more importantly, Luthor stressed, ordinary people, would have to work together to stop it. Or see the way of things change for the worst, with unspeakable tragedy and loss. Either way, Superman's value will soon be gone forever, and he would look forward to it, were the cost to the world not so great. Sadly, I began to understand the full meaning of Luthor's speech as if it seemed to sum up the events of the Infinite Crisis in total. Luthor insisted that I should rethink my motivational standing in this chain of events, before I too should become a force to be reckoned with, rather than part of the solution. Luthor said our talk was interesting, but others were coming that he had no common interests with. He bid me good day, as the floor beneath him lowered, a false floor covering his escape route. This was no matter, I thought. I was more curious as to who I would soon be encountering. Four military soldiers entered the office, taking positions to either side of the door. No less than senior semi-retired Army General walked into Luthor's office. General Lane saluted me and stated that an insurmountable menace was approaching. My presence was required immediately on the outskirts of Metropolis along with a battalion of other heroes. I asked if the Barefoot Black Orchid was accounted for. He said he wasn't briefed on her status, but if the Barefoot Black Orchid is not in the city yet, then she will be soon. Trusting the officer's sincerity, I allowed the soldiers to escort me from the building and to their aircraft. The General conducted his search of the office for any trace of Luthor, but I am certain the effort will not be of any use to him, if I have learned anything at all substantial about Luthor here today...


Next:
Mortal Combat In Metropolis!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/mortal-combat-in-metropolis.html

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

The Batcave.


I am presently situated in the Batcave tonight. Before coming here, the Batman dropped off the allied villains at their respective destinations. Employing a cloaking device that was modified from Brother Eye's technology, the Batplane entered Gotham unnoticed. Barefoot Poison Ivy was taken home to Robinson Park, there to await the Society's call to arms, if necessary. I cannot disclose the two secret locations to where Hush and the Joker were transported. For Barefoot Harley Quinn however, the Batman still had one remaining use. Barefoot Harley excused herself to go to the "Bat-Room." The Batman flipped a switch that allowed him to monitor. As expected, Barefoot Harley instead attempted to send a message to Alex Luthor via a sending set, hidden in her jester costume. The Batman jammed the signal, but was unable to trace where Barefoot Harley had sent the scrambled message, due to a bouncing frequency. The Batman rushed to the back of the plane and after a brief fight, he returned with Barefoot Harley safely subdued in shackles. Barefoot Harley was apparently quite pleased to be going home to kick back and watch her favorite cartoons. Her "home" as it turns out, was Arkham Asylum right below. The Batman landed his plane and turned Barefoot Harley over to the Arkham authorities. Then we were off again. We landed on a stretch of countryside that was quite well disguised with a holographic facade to cover the cloaked plane's descent into the earth. Within moments, the Batman and I were in the subterranean Batcave, which I have not seen since my time travels. This brings us to the present. The Batman's working facility is most remarkable. High-tech gadgets and equipment abound. The fabled mechanical dinosaur, the giant penny, a large Joker playing card, and many other such things were present, just as journalist Barefoot Vicki Vale had once described them long ago. The Batman offered a much-needed report that would help me in my search for Jason Woodrue. The Society is beginning to implement a series of breakouts across the nation. Belle Reve was only the start. Alcatraz, Arkham, Blackgate, Enclave M, the Slab, and several others are to be staged in a massive supervillain breakout. The Batman gave me a mission. Tomorrow, Lex Luthor is going to briefly visit his long-abandoned LexCorp tower. I am to meet with Luthor there in the Batman's place. The Batman believes an outsider such as myself might be able to turn Luthor to our side. Perhaps this strategy will bring about some results. I will report again tomorrow from Metropolis, Delaware with the latest of developments.


Next:
Lex Luthor: A Man Of Deadly Vision.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/lex-luthor-man-of-deadly-vision.html

Monday, April 24, 2006

The Batman's Rogues Gallery: Our Allies In This War?


Barefoot Poison Ivy waited at the foot of the runway I have created for aerial-traveling visitors. She shouted repeatedly into the open air, "He'll be here!" And sure enough as she stated it, the Batman's plane came in for a perfect landing, flying into the area at incredible speed. The Batplane moved faster this time than even Barefoot Lady Blackhawk's jet, I should say. Once the Dark Knight emerged from his Batplane, I was treated to the greatest shock of many seasons.
The Batman was accompanied by the Joker, Barefoot Harley Quinn, and Hush! Why would he keep such company with his most hated enemies? "Desperate times and desperate measures.", the Batman said grimly. The Joker laughed wildly and remarked that keeping his enemies closest is what the Batman does best. The Batman told him to shut up. The Dark Knight said the only way to stop the Society is to deal directly with those vile enough to reject and oppose them. "Some respect..?", Barefoot Poison Ivy suggested to the downtrodden masked hero, as she leaned her green beautiful nude body against his dark flowing cape. Barefoot Ivy was overjoyed to be reunited with Barefoot Harley Quinn, whose smile was rather unnerving, but not nearly so much as the Joker's hideously disfigured grin. It was clear that despite their differences, Barefoot Ivy and Barefoot Harley must love each other very much, as the lustrous barefoot women smiled, laughed, kissed, danced, and flirted together most eroticly.

The Joker laughed, "They're at it again! It's the same old situation!"
Hush, who'd been bested by both the Batman and the Joker recently, said: "All right, we're all in it together. Let's get this over with."
As I boarded the Batplane and became part of this dark unholy union, I began to think about Barefoot Abby. Am I not betraying my promise to her by doing this? No, I must deal with Woodrue to insure he never returns. This is the only way to do it. I tried to settle my mind as much as possible before take-off. But seated in-between such violent madmen as the Joker and Hush, peace of mind is nearly impossible. Gotham City, New Jersey-- Here I come, once more...


Next:
The Batcave.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/batcave.html

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Dr. Light, Woodrue's Escape, The Fate Of Belle Reve...

The Sinister Doctor Arthur Light.

Tonight, as I stood watch over Belle Reve Prison, a blinding light flashed overhead. Doctor Light appeared in the swamp and said the time has come for us to meet and do battle. I told him whatever his intentions, he will never break Jason Woodrue out of Belle Reve, nor be allowed to tamper with his mindwipe. "Never say never!", the sadistic supervillain replied threateningly, intent upon contemptably erasing the hard-fought good works of all heroes, myself included. Sensing he was brazenly present incarnate and not a hologram, I told him I would tear him apart first. Then, a band of shimmering light enveloped me. I dropped to my knees in excruciating pain. He said he knew all about my manifestation as an electromagnetic essence and that he could jam it. I tried altering my frequencies in the way an alien Green Lantern once showed me years ago. The effort did no good. "The bigger they are...", he laughed maniacally, as he stalked toward the prison. Within minutes, after he was out of sight, the prison emergency sirens blared loudly. Deadly lasers flashed outward from the penitentiary, and horrific screams of people monstrously slaughtered rang out. I was utterly outraged by this travesty, but still I could not move. Then the prison went completely dark. The glowing figure of Arthur Light was now accompanied by an all-too-familiar companion: Jason Woodrue! Right in front of me, Doctor Light told the Floronic Man that he'd been mindwiped twice over by his most hated enemies. That his encounters with me ultimately cost Woodrue his effectiveness and his sanity. That the Justice League permanently removed what little of Woodrue's dignity he had left. Then Doctor Light flashed an electrical charge at Woodrue, completely removing his mindwipe. I felt the Green shudder in fear. And still I could not move! Woodrue stared at me with a virulent hatred. He slashed my face with his monstrous talons on his clawed hands, tearing my features asunder. Screaming, he gashed at my chest with insane fury, the laptop went flying out, the digital camera taking the picture above of Light, who was impressed enough to prevent Woodrue for destroying my precious gift from Barefoot Abby. "No, let there be some record kept of his complete humiliation..." Light laughed as he guided Woodrue to a platform hidden in some brush nearby. The two monstrous madmen teleported away as I regained my mobility and connection to the Green. I could follow their trail now and slay them both, if need be. Light's voice seemed to appear out of nowhere and said, "A good criminal never leaves the scene of his crime intact." Without warning, underground explosions took place beneath the prison. So tremendous were the blasts that the coastline holding the facility on its marshy perch broke loose, dropping it completely into the gulf itself! Wasting no time, I abandoned my physical form and began my hasty and desperate rescue effort. All too late. Every one of the men and barefoot women working in the prison, the visitors, the inmates--all dead, save for a truck evacuating surviving key personel including prison administator Barefoot Amanda Waller and her helpless prisoner, Albert Rothstein (the former hero Atom-Smasher), who might have helped me save the doomed prison. The boundless corruptions and base stupidity of civilized authority are infuriating and relentless. Now alone, I had to restructure the bayou itself to account for this ecological disaster. Once my work was done, the trail of Woodrue and Light was cold. Never have I been so humiliated in a single defeat, not even by Arcane. This situation's more bleak and desperate than ever before.


Next:
The Batman's Rogues Gallery: Our Allies In This War?
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/batmans-rogues-gallery-our-allies-in.html

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Earth Day Celebration.

A Day For The Earth, Family, And Friends..

Today was Earth Day. Everyone took part in the festivites, even Barefoot Poison Ivy. After grooming her bright lush red hair, adorning it with pretty flower petals and leaves, Barefoot Ivy stretched her beautiful green lean nude body and said she was ready. I led Barefoot Ivy out of her solitude with new intent to officially induct her into the family. I started out the morning slowly, introducing her to Jordan Schiller first. With his typical old man's humor, Schiller stated his preference in today's meeting, for Barefoot Poison Ivy's much easier on the eyes than Frankenstein.

She is well exotic and quite beautiful--indeed!
Barefoot Ivy was already losing her patience, but she became more interested in elderly Schiller, upon learning of his connection to Alec Holland's past and my present. Then came the uneasy encounter of Barefoot Poison Ivy with the other barefoot women in my life. Barefoot Abby, Barefoot Tefé, and Barefoot Suzy arrived, regarding Barefoot Ivy with their fully expected suspicions of her intents. I negotiated a truce, for Barefoot Ivy has never harmed any of them directly. Barefoot Tefé admitted her share of mistakes and insisted upon giving Barefoot Ivy the benefit of the doubt. Barefoot Abby and the Barefoot Black Orchid gave their assent. Barefoot Poison Ivy is now considered to be one of us, a part of the family, as is Jordan Schiller. Taking the frail Schiller into my arms, I gestured for all four of the beautiful healthy nude barefoot women to follow. The pleasant barefoot hike to Lake Pontchartrain, proved most acceptable to the family entourage, as not a complaint was heard from anyone save Schiller, who was suffering from minor back pain. When we arrived at the lake, I set Schiller down and Barefoot Suzy went to work in helping him. Barefoot Tefé spotted Barefoot Lady Blackhawk's plane. Barefoot Abby raced our barefoot daughter to the aircraft, beating Barefoot Tefé to it. Barefoot Abby's practice of running well on her always bare feet, in addition to bicycling, golfing, and swimming are keeping her in excellent shape. Still, Barefoot Tefé's now the better climber due to her youth. Barefoot Tefé ascended the plane and waved into it's closed cockpit, despite Barefoot Abby's protest of Barefoot Tefé's indiscretion. This was so amusing, even Barefoot Ivy laughed accordingly. Once Barefoot Abby had Barefoot Tefé taken aside, the airplane's hatch opened and we greeting our guests. Those in attendance: Barefoot Lady Blackhawk, the Barefoot Black Canary, the Barefoot Huntress, James and Barefoot Barbara Gordon, Alan Scott, Todd Rice-Scott, Hawkman, the Barefoot Hawkgirl, Barefoot Rose Psychic, the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer, the Barefoot Lady Starfire, Barefoot Raven, Firestorm, Cyborg, Beast Boy, the Barefoot Wonder Girl, the Barefoot Supergirl, the Barefoot Stargirl, the Barefoot Power Girl, the Barefoot Lady Gypsy, the Barefoot Lady Vixen, Barefoot Zatanna, Animal Man, Adam Strange, Arsenal, Barefoot Donna Troy, Barefoot Grace Choi, the Nightmaster, the Barefoot Enchantress, the Barefoot Lady Nightshade, Blue Devil, and Detective Chimp. Barefoot Poison Ivy seemed nervous to be around so many heroes. I told her she would have to get used to it, if she truly wants a neutral existence. We then turned our attention to another exquisitely beautiful redheaded barefoot lady, our close friend Barefoot Barbara Gordon, as she prepared to momentarily abandon her wheelchair in favor of a relaxing healthy nude swim.

Barefoot Abby asked Barefoot Barbara when her wedding to Dick Grayson would be, but the resiliant handicapped barefoot woman said it was called off. Barefoot Abby asked why, but Barefoot Barbara gave no answer, merely that she was working on it. "Okay, enough sunning myself. Time to cool off and get my hair wet again!", she smiled, as she lifted her lean nude body with her therapy-strong arms, and threw herself from her seat on the edge of the dock into the deep cool water waiting below for a very beautiful underwater swim. Barefoot Abby and I both plunged into the water together and enjoyed swimming with her. Barefoot Barbara's arms-only swimming style is fascinating, but Barefoot Abby still had to give her better breath-holding techniques so she could stay underwater much longer, which she appreciated. When we returned from exploring the underwater caves, there were many grills, friers, and coolers that were put into place while food was prepared. Those not eating or conversing carried away levees out to nearby flood-zone areas and set out to work with them. Everyone had a plan on how to spend the day. Sometimes I forget how important scheduling is in the day-to-day existence of civilization. Barefoot Suzy asked Todd how his quest toward regaining his Obsidian powers was going. He replied he is already controlling his shadows, but is not yet ready to regain his shadow form nor is he prepared to wear his costume once more. Todd said it would take more time, but asked if once he's able to become Obsidian, would there be any room left for him in the Shadowpact. Todd liked the superteam's name. Barefoot Suzy told him making the Shadowpact was much more complicated than that. Their newest apprentice is undead! As Barefoot Abby conversed joyously with Adam Strange over grilled sandwiches, Barefoot Zatanna approached me and explained that all of the Secret Society of Super-Villains, except Woodrue, were now either on the loose or dead, those who lived were no longer under the influence of their second mindwipe. She told me to keep a close watch on Belle Reve as there would be no one else available to stop Woodrue. Barefoot Poison Ivy commented it was talk like this which made her want to be a villain in the first place. Barefoot Zatanna said nobody asked what she thought, and teleported away. Barefoot Ivy sighed. The Chimp told Barefoot Suzy that Blue Devil had been with several barefoot ladies since she's been gone and he's no longer going steady with Barefoot Lady Nightshade. The Chimp further suggested Barefoot Suzy might stand a chance of getting back together if she confronted Devil over his barefoot womanizing. Barefoot Suzy said she would rather see him in Hell, first. Chimp admitted for Blue Devil, that's an accurate judgment. Schiller asked Alan Scott how his magical power ring worked. Once it was explained that will power was the key, Schiller seemed more disappointed than impressed. Barefoot Tefé had a rousing talk with the Barefoot Wonder Girl and the Barefoot Stargirl during the barefoot girls' nude swim together. It was a good Earth Day celebration, but one to end all too soon. An alarm signaled from Barefoot Lady Blackhawk's plane. The Barefoot Black Canary told me it was time for everyone to leave, and she thanked me for being so considerate. Barefoot Abby hugged the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer and told her to be careful. Even the Barefoot Black Orchid boarded the plane before it shot off into the sky, leaving Schiller, Barefoot Ivy, my barefoot family and I to ponder over what this newest Crisis danger must be. Whatever it is, we know it will be dealt with.
This is Earth Day, after all.


Next:
Dr. Light, Woodrue's Escape, The Fate Of Belle Reve.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/dr-light-woodrues-escape-fate-of-belle.html

Friday, April 21, 2006

Friends With Frankenstein.


I was walking to Jordan Schiller's cabin this afternoon with a cart of food and supplies for him when I encountered a strange sight. A tall, imposing figure was standing over the grave of Gregori Arcane--the Patchwork Man. I approached the giant, and he turned. This was the legendary Frankenstein Monster! He lowered his steam gun and said, "Hello, I'm here to pay respects to a fellow Grundyman before I go to face the Sheeda." I welcomed him, and asked him what he meant by "Grundyman?" There are things about the nature of Solomon Grundy and his kind even I was not aware of. Both the Frankenstein creation and the creature Gregori Arcane would later become were fueled with the blood of the species from which Solomon Grundy was derived. Like me, there were apparently others before him. We talked for quite a while before Schiller found us. Schiller said he'd met Frankenstein earlier in the day and they'd already become good friends. Quite hungry, the old man went for the cart I'd brought him, devouring the honey-spiced bread first, like he had no tomorrows left. He shared some of it with Frankenstein, though the large undead creature had little use for such food in his present state. The three of us talked about things that hadn't crossed my mind in many years, and new discoveries were made just listening to my strange companions. It was a most memorable occasion. Frankenstein said he'd tarried long enough, and said he had to go. Schiller told him to come back some time. He was short on friends and would gladly pass the time with Frankenstein and myself. Not one for good-byes, Frankenstein walked away. "Monster, indeed!" Schiller laughed.
I cannot help but think this meeting will stay with me for a very long time to come...


Next:
Earth Day Celebration.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/earth-day-celebration.html

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Barefoot Poison Ivy's Progress..

Lovely Barefoot Pamela Isley: There May Be Hope For Her Yet...

I accompanied Barefoot Poison Ivy on her nightly nude underwater swimming last evening, and took her into Bayou Lafourche. The shrimping boats had docked for the evening, as we could see when we surfaced. Barefoot Ivy asked what we were doing here in fishing waters. She wanted to reach her tiny island keep and get some rest.
I insisted we were here for a reason. I explained to Barefoot Ivy that there was a shrimp festival, last weekend. Our goal for the night was to attract as many new crawfish into the bayou as possible to help the fishermen replenish their supply and aid in their business. Barefoot Ivy pouted, insisting it was a waste our time and talents. She was only interested in serving to preserve the strength and wildlife of the Green. She argued that offshore drilling for oil will eventually destroy all of this in a few years, anyway. I asked that she be patiently cooperative, and follow me back down under the water. Grudgingly, she decided she had nothing else to do so she might as well follow my lead. We submerged and found an embankment of outlying algae. It was old, and festered with rancid refuse. If we could revive this natural resource, it would be an excellent feeding ground for the local shrimp population. I gestured to Barefoot Ivy to concentrate. As I dropped down to the floor to treat the salt bed, Barefoot Ivy maintained her graceful swimming motions above. Soon, the effects of her developing powers began to positively alternate the microscopic plant life as we so desired. Beadings of new algae burst from the crustings of the dead old. I adjusted the salt levels, the excess sprayed about me like a miniature winter snow globe. Barefoot Ivy swam her lovely green nude body swiftly to the surface again. I followed. Above, she asked what the point of this exercise was. This would have happened eventually, she said. I told her our actions concerning humanity and the environment must be deliberate. She must learn to be responsible for her actions if she ever wants to achieve the type of immunity from conflict I have obtained with the superhero community. Barefoot Ivy said her immunity to all natural toxins was more than enough for her.
I replied that she must look further than that, or else be trapped in the perpetual ignorance of her villainous reputation. She insisted her fellow villains never made such demands of her. I told her that clique was a wrongful one, because nothing she ever did amongst them was ever worthwhile. She may never be truly heroic, perhaps, though her past villainy can always be surpassed with all due selflessness.
I insisted Barefoot Ivy watch and observe the results of our good-intentioned efforts. We remained hidden in a glade nearby this morning, as the shrimp boats took to the waters.
Barefoot Ivy watched, still bored as the shimping proved bountiful. Her eyes widened as the routine continued as greater and greater amounts of unloading of nets took place. It was astoundingly profitable harvest. Shouts of the busy fishermen from accompanying shrimping boats attested to this fact. I put my hand on her shoulder and confirmed that she had done well. She said it didn't matter, they were just people and we could not control them in this way. I said by influencing destiny, we then will move mankind upon its proper course. This is the type of responsibility lesson Barefoot Poison Ivy must learn, if she is ever to confront the Batman righteously instead of wrongfully. Should she fail to ultimately learn this lesson, she will sadly remain nothing more than merely a barefoot villainess, and totally useless to the needs of the Green. Barefoot Tefé in her time of power came to understand these matters. Now it is Barefoot Ivy's turn to acquire this knowledge, extreme and tragic, in how late in the timing of it may be. Barefoot Ivy put her hands to her face, wiping away tears and stroking her hands back back over her slick wet red hair behind her sleek wide tall green bare forehead and ears. She had to admit it was incredible that she could have forgotten something so important. I told her it is remarkable she has recovered enough of herself to remember this. It is humanity that must serve the Green, it is merely our function to overseeing this spectacle will come to pass. Peace and prosperity is the way. Anything more or less is destructive. Barefoot Ivy held my hand and she thanked me for showing her this. I told her to go and get her daily rest. She smiled, stepped off the glade, she plunged her nude green body beneath the drink once more and she swam underwater on to her island retreat. Likewise, as I headed home I felt some good measure of relief. I believe now that Barefoot Poison Ivy will in time become as one with the Green, as she so desires it. The Batman will then someday find her a worthy and respected opponent. Or perhaps, she will change enough to become a benefit to everyone. On that day, the success of this time will truly shine though the Green, and the world!


Next:
Friends With Frankenstein.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/friends-with-frankenstein.html

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Miami: A City Of Vampires?

Barefoot Risa Del Toro.
A Barefoot Vampiress Who Knows No Bounds.

Vampires. How I detest these undead creatures of the night. Their propensity to adapt and grow as if they were living beings never ceases to astound me. The Rosewood Vampires, for example, in time adapted to water, creating a formidable menace that I was forced to confront directly on two horrifying occasions I would much rather forget. Now it is clear that rumors from a decade ago that sunlight-defying vampires exist in Miami Beach, Florida in fact basis of truth. The Barefoot Black Orchid has walked nude across the fine line of subterfuge to bring us her rare look at one such vampire: intriguingly dangerous Barefoot Risa Del Toro, and the question that must be asked on this Revolutionary Patriot's Day: Are undead vampires deserving of American liberties?


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"Alec, as you know I'm in Miami seeking out to find the so-called daylight vampires and to distinguish them from their otherwise normal, and living, counterparts in the youth Goth movement. As you might suspect, the true vampires are as seemingly youthful as their impersonators. To break ground with Barefoot Risa Del Toro, the most influential real vampire in the city, I had to spend the last couple of days with the barefoot woman I was to reign-in and replace. Barefoot Carrie Stein was very agreeable and cooperative, given the proper pheromone-induced incentive. Taking her place was a cinch. Once I'd interalized my botanical evaporation, and copied enough of Barefoot Carrie's overall hue, nude body jewelry fashions, and personality traits, then I set out to meet Barefoot Risa. Her people kept me waiting until nearly dawn, when a torrential downpour started and I gave up on her coming, but there she was. Barefoot Risa arrived when this fake squad car with flashing lights drove up. She stepped right out and she danced nude seductively for me in the rain, wrapped herself in a no-crossing line. I'll have to admit, she put on a damn good show! I laughed. Maybe to stay in character, or perhaps legitimately. Who's to say, really? Anyway--the rain didn't affect her nude body at all, not any more than the sunlight at the nude beach we were at yesterday had. This vampire strain is immune to sunlight, running water, and just about everything else! Can you believe it? So I privately entertained Barefoot Risa for the rest of the morning, throwing in the occasional question where it seemed appropriate. Most of the time she wasn't listening, obviously.
By midday, there were police asking questions. Again, discretion seemed the way to go. When the cops were gone, I went as ballistic as Barefoot Carrie would have done. Barefoot Risa reacted accordingly, with all the expectedly dire vampirical threats. No fooling, Barefoot Risa is as totally scary as her reputation. I'm just relieved she didn't bite me! She would have found out who and what I really am and probably killed me, if she'd done that. But I still managed to fool her. Thrown out, I rushed back to Barefoot Carrie, still whyling the time away in the walk-in space I'd left her in. Putting her back on track, I'd updated Barefoot Carrie the very best I could. Then I told her, very sweetly to forget me. Writing myself back out of the story, so to speak, I just sat back and watched the rest play out. The transmitter I'd left in Barefoot Carrie's sweats told the story. She was definitely turning on Barefoot Risa, all right. And yes, Barefoot Risa may very well have been out last night with no alibi. The detectives could have an open and shut case. If this wasn't Barefoot Risa Del Toro. I'd go into more detail but this is all very sensitive. Better to leave this to my contacts to keep watch on this situation as it develops. Tell Barefoot Abby, Miami's off her moving options, as of now. If she'd enjoyed her stay in Los Angeles well enough with the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer, I'd suggest moving there, if not for your needs. Far be it from me to give you orders, but please consider harvesting the Prison Tree. That would give us all some peace of mind. I'm going to take the next couple of days off. I'll be joining you for Earth Day, take care. Sincerely yours, Barefoot Suzy."


No measure has went to waste here, as far I can see. Barefoot Suzy's report bears witness to the fact the vampire integration going underway in Miami will take its course regardless of any action on our part. Perhaps we may have to rethink our positions on our stances. There will be no harvest of the Prison Tree, just as there will be no purging of Miami's vampire minority. Still, I detest vampirism, much as I do King Toad. For reasons entirely and quietly of my own.


Next:
Barefoot Poison Ivy's Progress.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/poison-ivys-progress.html

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

The Latest News From Barefoot Abby.

My Barefoot Wife. Always One To Count On In Times Of Need.

Barefoot Abby has more information on the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer and brings forth the latest revelation: the Infinite Crisis may be far from over.


re: Barefoot Abigail Arcane-Cable-Holland wrote:

"Hi, Alec! I've got some good news and some bad news. First, the good: Barefoot Alix is off the hook in the assault case. Barefoot Sally Sonic is still in her coma, she may not be revived for another six months! Fortunately, we have the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer in the clear. I think her credentials as a real professional barefoot superheroine are starting to kick in. I got her to quiet down about this whole Vigilante and "wanting to quit" thing, and convinced her to accept Barefoot Lady Oracle's offer to take her to Metropolis to check out what's happening there. That's the bad news, apparently, there's a hoarde of supervillains in mass there, for some strange reason. That puts Metropolis in a lot more danger than even Superman can handle alone. I told Barefoot Alix she's got to make a choice here, either volunteer for the big leagues [or what little the superheroes have left] or else retire completely and try to find a cure for her metallic condition. Barefoot Alix seemed to respond to the need to protect innocent lives, and having fought two monsters myself last month, I should know! The nanotech-preservative encasement she's been subjected to protects her mostly, and amplifies her athletic strength. I assured her if anyone should take the risk of an organized villain attack in Metropolis anytime soon, then she's qualified. Anyway, the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer says she's ready for anything now, and thanked me for the encouragement in helping her to be the best barefoot superheroine she can be. Hey, what good of a mentor would I be if I wasn't there for Barefoot Alix when she needs me. Now I know how good you are with providing a good influence for Barefoot Suzy. It's really nice. While Barefoot Alix signed off on the necessary legal papers her current field handlers require to turn her over to this mysterious "Barefoot Lady Oracle" person that Barefoot Lady Blackhawk enlisted the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer to join as a subsidary member of the so-called barefoot superheroine-driven team called the "Barefoot Birds of Prey", Barefoot Alix pointed out her apartment had a really nice pool and got me in there first, for some refreshing healthy swimming and wonderful nude sunbathing. Yes! Blessed be!"

"It was so good to have a nice nude swim today! Swimming really tends to take my mind off my concerns. Anyway, we took these pics of me a few hours ago. Hope you like them. We're with Barefoot Lady Blackhawk now, I'll be seeing you later tonight or tomorrow morning. Then the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer will be shot off to Metropolis to await further instructions from Barefoot Lady Oracle. Barefoot Alix isn't so nervous anymore, or nearly so scared now. She's so strong now, without all the self-doubt. I really do think she's going to be all right. We should send the Barefoot Black Orchid on along for this as well. Barefoot Alix and Barefoot Suzy should team-up. The Barefoot Lady Bulleteer and the Barefoot Black Orchid would make a fine team. And hey, we both have barefoot protégées now! It's so pleasing we can have something even more in common. I love you. I'll be with you soon, Barefoot Abby."


This situation is most unsettling. While I am happy to learn the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer is finding her way, and Barefoot Abby is most gratified by Barefoot Alix's improvement, an all-out war with the Villains United Society is most disconcerting. Should we allow the Barefoot Black Orchid to get into harm's way as well? Should I wage war into the conflict myself and completely disregard Constantine's warnings? And what of Barefoot Poison Ivy? Woodrue? King Toad? There is so much to consider. Time may be running out for all of us.


Next:
Miami: A City Of Vampires?
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/miami-city-of-vampires.html

Monday, April 17, 2006

Barefoot Abby Meets The Barefoot Lady Bulleteer!


Barefoot Alix Irwin-Harrower, who is now known as the barefoot superheroine called the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer, was one of the many learning-disabled children that Barefoot Abby had worked with in a mentoring program, several years ago. Barefoot Alix went on to live a much-valid mainstream life as an adult, thanks in due part to Barefoot Abby's exceptional encouragement and support. Not surprisingly, the recently-widowed Barefoot Alix worked in a similar mentoring profession as well as being a barefoot lady supermodel and a capable barefoot lady aquatic-athlete. However, shortly after her 27th birthday, her obsessive scientist husband Lance Harrower rushed into forbidden experiments to create superheroes out of himself and his beautiful barefoot wife. As would be the tragedy, Lance died, leaving his young barefoot wife seemingly cursed with this unwanted condition as the sad result. However, Barefoot Alix has made the most of her situation. She now calls herself the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer. She has begun the life of the barefoot superheroine her husband had wanted for her. However, events led to a confrontation between the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer and her late husband's seductive barefoot female stalker, the immortal Barefoot Sally Sonic, who similarly lured the lonely Barefoot Alix into a trap. Now being held for assault following the barefoot women's battle, Barefoot Alix has called upon Barefoot Abby as a character witness to prove her self-defense measures against her gravely wounded opponent were not intentional. Fortunately, Barefoot Abby has spent the weekend in California, following Barefoot Lady Jade's funeral and will gladly once more come to support her young barefoot lady friend. Barefoot Abby's uncertain about Barefoot Alix's mental state however, given her admission to seeing the foreboding apparition of deceased western hero Greg Saunders, the Vigilante. Ghost sightings are not uncommon these days as I could tell you, but Barefoot Abby's certain the Barefoot Lady Bulleteer will be cleared of all charges in a couple of days, despite the haunting. Let us hope Barefoot Alix's problems will begin to subside enough for Barefoot Abby to return home soon.


Next:
The Latest News From Barefoot Abby.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/latest-news-from-abby.html

Sunday, April 16, 2006

The Resurrection of Barefoot Lady Jade: An Easter Miracle!

The Ghost of Barefoot Lady Jade. Is She Dead or Alive?

Now it is confirmed. The spirit of Barefoot Jennie-Lynn Hayden-Scott, the barefoot superheroine named Barefoot Lady Jade, is not at rest. She is still active in this universe. The heroic barefoot woman's apparition appeared before me tonight. I bid this ghost of the highly-esteemed barefoot lady welcome to my domain. She spoke, seeking my counsel. Neither the man called Ion, nor her other loved ones could see her now, and she confessed her loneliness. She said only I am able to behold her in her present state. She does not believe herself to be dead. She desires, very strongly and determinedly, to return to the flesh, and to truly live again. This was an awe-inspiring moment, but one not long to last. I told Barefoot Lady Jade to have faith, that in time Ion would collect her mortal remains and facilitate her resurrection. She must essentially believe in this elemental ability that will one day arise in humanity. Barefoot Lady Jade said she must rejoin Ion. She will never forget what I have said, and she will hold on strongly to her faith. When she departed for the stars once more, I felt a small measure of peace. Someday, Barefoot Lady Jade will return to us again. All the power she needs is to retain her willingness, faith and hope.


Next:
Barefoot Abby Meets The Barefoot Lady Bulleteer!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/abby-meets-bulleteer.html

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Barefoot Lady Jade's Funeral Festival.

Barefoot Lady Jade. A Beautiful Barefoot Female Soul Now Departed.

Barefoot Lady Jade's memorial was more a celebration of her life and past than a sad parting. The Justice Society and Outsiders went to great lengths to make this assembly one of great festivity. There was food, music, dancing, singing, and pleasant sporting to be seen. Barefoot Lady Jade's history and personal life was made known, bringing the spirits of the heroes and families who attended, up rather than down. Indeed, it seemed as if Barefoot Lady Jade herself willed everyone to make merry upon this occasion--and a good time was had by all. I shall never forget the positive impact Barefoot Jennie-Lynn Hayden-Scott has had on the superhero community. And on everyone in this world, in general. Whatever her present state, may she be forever blessed. So says the Earth Elemental.


Next:
The Resurrection of Barefoot Lady Jade: An Easter Miracle!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/resurrection-of-jade-easter-miracle.html

Friday, April 14, 2006

Legends Live Forever: In Memory of Barefoot Lady Jade.

Alan Scott and his son Todd Rice share their thoughts with
Barefoot Suzy on the passing of Barefoot Lady Jade.


Barefoot Suzy conducted her highly interesting interview with the men of the esteemed Golden Age Green Lantern family of superheroes today. The in-depth look into the heroic personalities of the two Scott family gentlemen and their thoughts of their seemingly lost and deceased kin, the much-beloved barefoot superheroine, Barefoot Lady Jade, brings many important topics to light.


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"It brings me great pleasure to present you with this transcript exclusive of my interview with Alan Scott and Todd Rice-Scott, the heroes known as the Sentinel Green Lantern and Obsidian. The topic of our discussion was Barefoot Lady Jade, but a lot of other things came up. I hope you enjoy this bonus addition to your weblog."

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Barefoot Suzy: "Welcome, gentlemen."

Alan: "It's a genuine pleasure to attend this interview, young barefoot lady."

Todd: "It's great to meet you, Barefoot Black Orchid. You look amazing."

Barefoot Suzy: "Thank you. May we use real first names? Mine's Barefoot Suzy."

Alan: "In this information age, secrets aren't so important as the handling of known quantities. Let there be no secrets at this late date. First and foremost, my name is Alan."

Todd: "I'm keeping nothing important from nobody. Call me Todd."

Barefoot Suzy: "Let's start at the beginning. Alan?"

Alan: "The beginning? Ah, a swell time in my life. It takes me back.."

Barefoot Suzy: " How did you gain the Starheart?"

Alan: "I was an engineer on a train. There was this extraordinarily-crafted green lantern used for traffic detail. I was admiring it. We passed over a bridge a rival contractor, Dekker failed to bid. He had the bridge sabotaged so my train would fall into Slaughter Swamp, and his company would reap the benefits of having no further competition. I was unharmed, the sole survivor of the wreck. Soon after putting out the boiler fire and pulling the smashed bodies out of the muck, I learned of my magic lamp's powers and became the Green Lantern."

Barefoot Suzy: "Any complications at this earliest phase?"

Alan: "So glad you asked. Yes, the Starheart's old lamp was fueled by willpower. There was no room for motivational weakness. I had to be strong, but which way was I to go? Justice or vengeance? I fashioned my first power ring. When the job was finished, I realized revenge was not the way to go. So I became a superhero to fight for what is right. Had I chosen otherwise, I would not have become the man I am today."

Barefoot Suzy: "The Starheart altered your personality?"

Alan: "In a sense. I had to make up my mind who and what I wanted to be. In the moment I put on the ring, I devoted myself to becoming a hero. It could very well have gone the other way."

Barefoot Suzy: "Were the early years memorable for you?"

Alan: "Oh, yes. Doiby Dickles...the Justice Society...the All-Star Squadron... it all resonates within my mind. I can't help but wax nostalgic at times."

Barefoot Suzy: "Thoughts on how the time went by over the years?"

Alan: "We had no idea what lay ahead in store for us. It's all been well documented elsewhere, so I won't bore you with the ups and downs of the Justice Society over the years. It's been a stunning journey to reach the here and now."

Barefoot Suzy: "How were the Scott twins born?"

Alan: "I'd fallen in love with and married a remarkable young barefoot woman bearing an unusual curse. She had mulitple personalities. One of them, the Barefoot Lady Thorn, was dangerous. She gave up our children anonymously to protect them. I had no inkling they'd even existed at all, until the young Barefoot Lady Jade and Obsidian crashed a Justice Society meeting along with other members of the soon to be formed Infinity Inc.."

Barefoot Suzy: "That brings me to you, Todd. How did it begin for you?"

Todd: "I came from a broken home. Becoming Obsidian, my only escape. I was tracked down by Barefoot Lady Jade, the twin barefoot sister I never knew I had. Barefoot Jennie-Lynn had these crazy ideas I just couldn't argue with. Keeping her safe was my only priority. Not an easy task, seeing as how we were about to become teenage superheroes."

Barefoot Suzy: "How was the Infinity Inc. experience for you?"

Todd: "Strange and exciting. Sometimes I didn't fit in at all. Other times I was the most balanced member of the team. I had this ability to see into other peoples souls. Predict what they would eventually do. But it proved an impractical power, so I had to shut it down."

Barefoot Suzy: "Any regrets about this decision?"

Todd: "I literally didn't know what was going to happen next. My first and only serious barefoot girlfriend, Barefoot Marcie Cooper, who stayed with me turned out to be the Barefoot Harlequin, a murderous adherent to the Manhunter cult. It broke my heart into a million pieces. I turned my power to see the darkness in people's souls back on full time, and came to depend upon it. This turned out to be a huge mistake. I could see how Brainwave, a fellow Infinitor, would turn out to be evil because of the severe brain damage inflicted on him by his dying father. Barefoot Marcie was lost to me too, and I could have redeemed her, given half a chance. Seeing the excess baggage in everyone I met, I withdrew into myself. I spent my 20's a recluse, or as Obsidian. Growing up should have set me free, but with my powers, it only trapped me further. I wasted the time, pretending to be a person that I wasn't. I didn't care what people wanted to think. It cost me."

Barefoot Suzy: "Tell me about Barefoot Lady Jade, Barefoot Jennie-Lynn Hayden-Scott."

Todd: "Barefoot Lady Jade was--is-- the most exciting person you could ever meet. Her dynamic personality was the opposite of my brooding one. We turned out to be totally different. But we both wanted the same thing. Acceptance."

Barefoot Suzy: "Your thoughts on Barefoot Lady Jade, Alan?"

Alan: "My barefoot daughter is the most exceptional person who ever lived. There will never be another one like her."

Barefoot Suzy: "I am somewhat confused here. Is Barefoot Lady Jade dead or alive?"

Alan: "Barefoot Jennie-Lynn sacrificed herself to save my friend, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner, and he has resumed his Ion persona as a result."

Todd: "I never trusted Rayner, not for a moment. Watch him snap under the pressure within a year's time. Then we'll know if Barefoot Jennie-Lynn is really dead or not. Barefoot Lady Jade will be back, mark my words. She's not dead. If she had really died, I would have felt it."

Barefoot Suzy: "Todd, how did you become evil Obsidian?"

Todd: "I hit rock bottom. Ian Karkull, another master of darkness convinced me to give in. The darkness devoured my soul, and I wasn't me anymore."

Barefoot Suzy: "I can relate. I was possessed by a demon recently and turned evil for a while myself."

Todd: "Really? Which one?"

Barefoot Suzy: "Nebiros."

Todd: "Blue Devil's demon? That's terrible."

Barefoot Suzy: "I got better. How did you save your son, Alan?"

Alan: "The way I save anyone or do anything. By sheer willpower."

Barefoot Suzy: "How did you recover from this experience, Todd?"

Todd: "By the love and support of my family. I've had to start my life over from scratch. I was turned loose when that creep, DEO Director Bones decided he had bigger fish than me to fry. Guess the whole thing with Max Lord running Checkmate got to him. And we all know how that turned out. Anyway, I'm all better now, and I'm staying with a person who really cares. Of course, you might say that's another way I've changed."

Barefoot Suzy: "How so?"

[silence]

Barefoot Suzy: "Oh. I see... How do you feel about this, Alan?"

Alan: "Admittedly, it was a little hard for a member of my generation to swallow at first, but I've always been a reasonable man. My son makes me proud. Both of my kids do. I'm sure Barefoot Jennie-Lynn would also approve. She's the reason we go on, more than anything."

Barefoot Suzy: "Thank you, gentlemen. This has been most enlightening. If Barefoot Jade is coming back someday, what about Obsidian?"

Todd: "It's happening. It might take months, even a year, but I will be Obsidian the hero again. That should make the barefoot lady president of my national fan club, Barefoot Maxine Nelson of New Jersey, aka "Barefoot Lady Obie" very happy. I'm just taking this one step at a time. Even old Bonesy could never take away my powers, and I am going to redeem myself the way I should be. As a hero. Just like Barefoot Lady Jade, there will always be an Obsidian."

Barefoot Suzy: "Splendid news! I'm planning a festival on behalf of my mentor Swamp Thing on April 22nd, during the event of Earth Day. Will you attend?"

Alan: "Of course. I'll bring along as many of Barefoot Donna Troy's space allies for shore leave as I can. I'm sure my fellows will want to spend Earth Day on Planet Earth!" [laughs]

Todd: "And I'll be showing up too."

Barefoot Suzy: "Thanks again for the interview."

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"That's everything in a nutshell. The funeral's held tomorrow in California, and as the men discussed it, this will be more like a going-away party than a solemn final farewell to the deceased. We are all invited. Maybe we will see Barefoot Lady Jade alive again someday, who is to say? I hope you enjoyed this presentation. I know I did. Love, Barefoot Suzy."


This interview was inspiring to say the least. Barefoot Abby and I will travel with Barefoot Suzy to show our respects for Barefoot Lady Jade tomorrow.


Next:
Barefoot Lady Jade's Funeral Festival.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/jades-funeral-festival.html

Thursday, April 13, 2006

The Barefoot Black Orchid: The Shadowpact's Decision.


Today, Barefoot Suzy's two-month long wait to witness the results of the Shadowpact's evaluation of her qualifications of obtaining membership in their select group came to a close. During this time, she has formed relationships and bonds. The Barefoot Black Orchid has fallen in, and out, of love with Blue Devil. She has reached an unforseen understanding with Detective Chimp. She has learned invaluable lessons in her recent life. Now, with these experiences coming to a definitive close, and Barefoot Suzy shares her personal thoughts on this.


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"Alec, I can't begin to express the strong feelings my experience with the Shadowpact today has evoked in me. The obligations, the bonding, the surprises, the humiliation, the fun, the danger, and the memories. All of it. I've changed so much, and I think I've become a better person for this. I'm so fortunate. But when it came down to it, I didn't have what it takes to join the Shadowpact. They told me I'm meant for different things. Perhaps a greater role still as yet unknown to me. I'm okay with this. Even Blue Devil finally breaking up with me wasn't as emotionally painful as I thought it would be. I'm not hurt. For now I understand why this needed to be done. I'm ready to move on with my life now. Shadowpact is going to join the Phantom Stranger, to prepare for all of the challenges that lie ahead. I don't envy my friends, but I'll miss them. Time to go my own way. Yes, I realize this now. I hope Blue Devil and Barefoot Nightshade are going to be happy together. I really do. Chimp was the last to leave, he wanted to make sure I was going to be all right. I never imagined how I could have had such a profound impact on him. When he left before closing the door, he smiled and said "Here's looking at you, barefoot kid." In his own funny hardboiled way, I've never known anyone as charming or sweet. I just hope he keeps his promise and takes much better care of himself. I wish the Shadowpact all the best as we go our separate ways. And yes, I am ready to move on. I intend to keep busy with worthwhile projects. Tomorrow is the Good Friday of the Christians. I'm going to interview the departed Barefoot Jennie-Lynn Hayden-Scott's surviving family, Alan Scott and Todd Rice-Scott, to honor of the memory of Barefoot Lady Jade. Even if she isn't truly dead as we know it. There still needs to be some sacred or uplifting ceremony to allow her family some peace of mind. I believe sharing their thoughts will bring this about. Anyway, this will give me something to do, before moving on to Belize to attend my nature spirit guardian duties. I can't thank you enough for the support you've shown through all of this. See you soon. You have my eternal thanks and blessings, love Barefoot Suzy."


How touching it is to see Barefoot Suzy make the most of her experience with the Shadowpact. Today was a time of resolutions, but it was also the beginning of something even greater for the beautiful Barefoot Black Orchid.


Next:
Legends Live Forever: In Memory of Barefoot Lady Jade.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/legends-live-forever-in-memory-of-jade.html

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

A Chimp On The Edge.

The Barefoot Black Orchid's new pet, and her latest learning experience.

Barefoot Suzy has reached an understanding with Detective Chimp, and her own newly acquired pet chimpanzee as well.


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"I've made some progress with Detective Chimp, though the situation was not without great difficulty. Last evening, when everyone was out, I enjoyed a little free time dancing with my new pet chimp, whom I've named Anne Zee. Chimp came in, he heard me refer to my pet by name, and said I was being cute. He stepped out onto the balcony after it got dark. It was odd he would come in by himself, so then I put Anne to bed in her cage, and checked up on Chimp instead.
I didn't find him outside, at first, but to my right I found him on the narrow catwalk of the building's ledge! He said he was going to jump, and not to stop him. I asked if I could join him. He didn't say anything so I crawled out onto the narrow ledge and sat there by his side. He said he'd lived far too long and there wasn't anything left for him. I told him he was wrong about that. Chimp couldn't see the point of going on. He'd outgrown the chimp ways, abused the human ways, and his interests were null and void. What use was he now? I thanked him for saving the world. He asked what I meant by that. I said without him, the Shadowpact would never have formed. The Spectre would still be without a host, and no one would have stopped Eclipso. In effect, he saved us all. I told him the world still needs him and it would dishonor everyone who has fallen, to take his own life in this way. I asked him to please reconsider. He took my hand and I led him back inside to safety. He said I was a "real barefoot doll" for "pulling him out of his rut." He also said if I could forgive him for the toothpaste incident, he would let me off the hook in my due I owed him for his investigation of Blue Devil and Barefoot Lady Nightshade's affair. It was a deal. Now that we were friends, we talked for a while about our dead-end relationships. I realized Blue Devil isn't the one for me after all. Chimp thinks Anne Zee is cute, but he wouldn't want to string her along. I told him he could have her as a gift, there would be no commitments, save taking care of her properly as a simple pet. Chimp accepted, but he said he knew Barefoot Bo Derek, a wealthy famous aging barefoot actress Chimp worked with in a "Tarzan" film remake from his acting days several years ago. Today, she's an animal rights activist and owns a private zoo that would make a perfect home for Anne. I enthusiastically agreed to this, but asked where would this leave Chimp? He said he's going cold turkey as of today. He expects to fall off the wagon a few times, but someday he'll be clean. The Shadowpact is his family now, and he needs to start looking after them. We toasted this, over drinks of nice cold bottled spring water. He drank water. Now we're getting somewhere. He said tomorrow the Shadowpact has an announcement for me. But he's going to hear it first tonight. He rushed out to the Oblivion Bar before I could ask him what it was. Doesn't matter. I believe the Shadowpact will finally accept me as their seventh regular member. I'm so excited! I really hope this will come to pass. Perhaps love isn't as important as finding your place in this world. I'm happy, and that's what counts. Sincerely yours, Barefoot Suzy."


Barefoot Suzy's reconciliation with the Chimp and finding a proper home for her pet is heartwarming. But is the Barefoot Black Orchid truly going to join the Shadowpact? I suppose we shall find out the truth of this matter soon enough.


Next:
The Barefoot Black Orchid: The Shadowpact's Decision.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/black-orchid-shadowpacts-decision.html

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Detective Chimp's Depression.

The Loneliest Chimp...

Tonight, Barefoot Suzy came to understand a great deal about what makes Detective Chimp the way he is.


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"Alec, I have learned a lot about Detective Chimp tonight. His strange behavior and unusual personality have a lot to do with his unique position in life. Tonight, I bought a pet. A young adult female chimpanzee. She's healthy, well-bred, and well-trained. I thought this would help to pay off my debt. But no. Chimp just sat there in his pajamas, looking very sad. I showed him my beautiful pet girl chimp, told him he could woo and mate with her, if he wanted. He said I was joking. I told him no. He sighed, and explained all he wants is a talking lady chimp, as smart as he is. I asked him how that is possible, without access to the Grotto of Eternal Life? He said he'd sleep on it, to take my chimp and leave him alone. He turned out the light and went to bed. So sad. Isn't there any way we can help him? There has to be some way to make this right. It would be so nice to bring some happiness into the Chimp's life. Have a good night, Barefoot Suzy."


Perhaps it might be possible to conduct another search for the lost eternal life spring for the sake of Barefoot Suzy's pet. And to help the lonely Detective Chimp himself..


Next:
A Chimp On The Edge.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/chimp-on-edge.html

Monday, April 10, 2006

Romantic Intrigue In The Shadowpact.

Blue Devil's Affair With Barefoot Lady Nightshade.
What Is The Barefoot Black Orchid To Do?

Barefoot Suzy e-mailed me today, with her increasingly growing concerns that Blue Devil may be falling in love with his fellow Shadowpact teammate, the Barefoot Lady Nightshade.


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"Now I know it to be true, Alec... Dan Cassidy and Barefoot Eve Eden are having an affair. Normally, this kind of thing wouldn't concern me, but they've been gone all weekend. Against my better judgment, I had the Chimp look into it, since the nosy primate investigator was prying into my life again anyway. He asked Barefoot June Moone, the Barefoot Enchantress to help him catch up with them, since Barefoot Eve and Barefoot June have a telepathic bond. They did so late last night. Blue Devil and Barefoot Lady Nightshade were found at the Inferno Omega Nightscape, an exclusive hotspot for the supernatural elite. I'm told Barefoot Lady Nightshade's nude goth attire was cutting edge, as even her barefoot anklets and toe-rings had spikes on them! The Chimp got a couple of photos, before the Barefoot Enchantress had to get him out of there, since animals always end up on the menu, even familiars or odd variations like the Chimp. Make no mistake, Blue Devil and Barefoot Lady Nightshade looked mad enough to turn him over to management. Sometimes I wonder why I even associate with these people. I know we agreed to distance ourselves from emotional attachments, but this affair Daniel's having with Barefoot Eve seems pretty serious to me. The Chimp says I should be with somebody else. Get Daniel to notice me. I just don't feel like it. By the way, since I didn't call in any favors, the Chimp gave me his explosively steep bill to cover his heavy tabs. *Gasp!* What a shock! Now I wish I hadn't parted with my fortune. My problems are getting all the more complicated, and I don't know where to turn. Blue Devil is still mine. Someday we'll prove that. But then, true love always requires a certain madness to see it through, doesn't it? I'm holding on tight, and I'm never giving up here. I promise you, I will get the last word in on all of this. All my best, Barefoot Suzy."


The surprises never end when it comes to Barefoot Suzy and her dealings with the Shadowpact, it would seem.


Next:
Detective Chimp's Depression.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/detective-chimps-depression.html

Sunday, April 09, 2006

A Night With Barefoot Poison Ivy.


Barefoot Poison Ivy visited me again tonight. She waited until Barefoot Abby, Barefoot Suzy, and Barefoot Cassie returned to Barefoot Abby's house before appearing. Barefoot Ivy wanted to know when her training would begin. I told her to have patience, for that is the way of the Green. She told me to forget about that. Barefoot Ivy was fearful of Woodrue and wanted to be as far away from him as possible, when he is to be broken out of prison by his fellow villains.
I confessed some concern about this myself, having witnessed the demise of Barefoot Lady Star Sapphire at the Spectre's merciless hands, last Wednesday evening--and with her--Woodrue's last tether to humanity has expired. I told Barefoot Ivy that to achieve her goals in this life by the Green, she must be brave and selfless. She pondered over this for a moment and sat down calmly and unafraid. She swore not to leave until the danger presented itself. Sensing her ease, I complimented her on the ivy foliage in her swept-back lush red hair and the attractiveness of her green-skinned nude body, as is her traditional style. She said her practical nude appearance in the wild is essential, yet she has no intention of being seen by anyone here, save myself. She does well to cover her barefoot tracks, or to merge them with Barefoot Abby's own barefoot walking paths down to the water, often swimming and hiding underwater for Barefoot Ivy to keep a low profile. Hence the meaning of her clandestine late night appearances before me. She wanted to increase her powers exponentially, to use them against humankind in more effective ways to stop man's destruction of the Green. I explained to her the heavy burden this would carry, that she must be prepared. I offered her a tuber. She greedily snatched it, smiling insanely. Barefoot Ivy said she was waiting all her life for this. As she ate, she stood and danced barefoot in a round circle, splashing about in the shallow waters with her always bare feet, her hair and her large round bare breasts bouncing, as though awaiting something grand and magnificent. What she experienced was far different. The visions were mostly terrifying, filled with betrayals and pain. She dropped onto her nude backside into the shallow water, crying. I helped her up and told her the visions would become benevolent ones, given a more righteous path. She told me she would not give up, not on this. I gave her my approval and told her she was dismissed for the night. Barefoot Ivy plunged her beautiful green nude body down into the drink with a light splash, the scattered leaves thus removed from her now-submerged long hair underwater floated up and spread out elegantly across the surface, to mark her departure tonight. She swam swiftly underwater back on to her hidden dwelling. I thought this situation over some more, submerging myself to watch her graceful athletic nude underwater swimming. Barefoot Poison Ivy now understands her first important lesson. But she still has so much more to learn...


Next:
Romantic Intrigue In The Shadowpact.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/romantic-intrigue-in-shadowpact.html

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Game On!


At last, today there came another golf game. The five barefoot contestants were myself, Barefoot Abby, Barefoot Suzy, Barefoot Cassie Sandsmark, and Detective Chimp. We invited Barefoot Tefé to join in, but golf isn't her game. Barefoot Tefé stayed around just long enough to watch the Chimp make the opening shot, while she flirted around with Barefoot Cassie for a spell. Then Barefoot Tefé left us to spend the rest of her leisurely day with Barefoot Zaina.
The rest of us got our minds into the game. The Chimp decided to call the game "best two-out-of-three" giving each of us several chances to come back into the game. Barefoot Abby's game was highly interesting. While possessing neither super-strength nor extraordinary physical skills, her innovative style of playing carried her far into the game. And in addition, the fact Barefoot Abby is such a good sport and cheering everyone on so often, [even the Chimp] kept things pleasant, fresh and exciting. The Barefoot Black Orchid was wise to the Chimp's trickery. Barefoot Suzy did her level best to avoid distraction and made the finals. The Barefoot Wonder Girl also held up pretty well. Her grief over her loved one was subsiding just enough to allow Barefoot Cassie to concentrate and perform extremely well in the semi-finals. This game was dedicated to Conner Kent, after all. When Barefoot Cassie ended her game, Barefoot Abby gave her a hug and told her she did great, to which Barefoot Suzy added further compliments. In the finals, it was all down to the Swamp Thing, the Barefoot Orchid, and the Chimp. To our total surprise, the Chimp managed to outplay Barefoot Suzy fairly, and to that she asked him why he cheated in their previous match. "It was a week night. I was in a hurry." He remarked. Barefoot Suzy certainly didn't appreciate hearing this. Most irritating behavior from the Chimp. Still, he was playing fair today, and I faced him in the final match. Now the barefoot women were cheering me on, and I couldn't let them down. I had to win against the Chimp's impressive competition. Making one of his patented "Chimp-Shots", he came close to making the final hole. Alas, he did not. Now it was my final turn. One last chance to make this work. I put everything that Barefoot Abby taught me to good use. No observation went unnoticed. I took the club firmly, but not too tightly in my hands. Then I drove the ball carefully with the club. And in, it went. Yes. I won! As I tossed my golf club to the ground in victory, the lovely bare feet of three beautiful barefoot women I adored so today excitedly jumped and danced festively around it, as their beautiful feminine nude bodies embraced me, and I received a lot of hugging and praise. The Chimp began to bitterly pound his own club into the earth in some utter frustration. Such a sore loser the poor Chimp is.. But he'll live. Yes, today was even more fun than the previous game. For now I'm certain Conner Kent is smiling in his final reward at all of us.

Later, Barefoot Abby and I were joined in one of the empty pools in the naturist resort by our friend Barefoot Cassandra Sandsmark.
She smiled sweetly at us, her fully tanned nude body and slick wet blonde hair gleaming, as she emerged beautifully from the water wearing only her silver wrist bracer-cuffs and red star ear-rings.

The heroic Barefoot Wonder Girl informed us she was going on a long and dangerous quest to resurrect her lost love, as befits a legendary brave barefoot demigoddess such as herself. The young beautiful barefoot lady asked for the blessing of our realm, as she gave us her consent for both of us to make love to her. My barefoot wife and I proudly did so, as we all three submerged comfortably beneath the water and we began to have glorious threesome sex with Zeus' youngest barefoot daughter, for she is the newest beautiful barefoot superheroine to join my great sexual entourage of barefoot lady courtesans. Hopefully, someday soon, with Barefoot Cassie's divine determination, young Conner Kent will return and his final reward won't be so final, after all...


Next:
A Night With Barefoot Poison Ivy.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-with-poison-ivy.html

Friday, April 07, 2006

A Hero's Funeral Honored In Smallville.


I was in Smallville, Kansas today attending Superboy's funeral with Barefoot Abby, Barefoot Tefé, and Barefoot Suzy. Barefoot Lady Blackhawk dropped us off at the memorial garden, and jetted off to pick up more passengers to bring to Smallville. The barefoot women enjoyed the gentle feeling of cold marbled concrete underfoot beneath their typically always bare feet as we walked. Even I rather liked the feel of it myself, I must say. This occasion was quite a gathering. Heroes, officials, and civilians alike came to mourn the loss of the great young hero, Conner Kent. The tomb Superman constructed for his deceased partner is impressive. Barefoot Tefé excused herself from our company and promptly introduced herself to Barefoot Cassandra Sandsmark, explaining to the young and always barefoot superheroine who is of Barefoot Tefé's same advancing teen age, that she is my barefoot daughter and is sympathetic to her loss. Barefoot Tefé had long been an admirer of Superboy and the Barefoot Wonder Girl and wished to speak and bond with the other barefoot girl. We gave the two barefoot girls their opportunity to speak alone, as the rest of us walked on in a different direction. Several Smallville citizens looked upon me without fear, merely posing insanely wild theories about how Barefoot Suzy and I came to exist and taking pictures of us, as we walked calmly past police and the crowd. How strange all of this is. Barefoot Abby pointed out Superman, Barefoot Lois Lane-Kent, and the Martian Manhunter, who was asked by Barefoot Lois to find her husband. Later, "Clark Kent" arrived alone and claimed the Martian had set out on a mission. Barefoot Abby remarked how the obvious passing resemblance between Superman and his friend Clark Kent is uncanny, and it is not surprising to her how Superman and Kent were more than once mistaken by the media to be one and the same, all those years ago. If only I could tell her how such a constant aura-masking deception as conducted by the Kryptonian and sometimes aided by the Martian to conceal Superman's secret identity of the mild-mannered Kent persona publicly cannot deceive an entity such as myself upon seeing it. How else could Superboy be publicly known as Conner Kent, without giving anything away? Or Clark Kent's mundane wearing of eyeglasses as an everyday disguise, for that matter? Under lighter circumstances, I would find this most amusing. Today, however, was an occasion most saddening. Superman, Nightwing, Robin, Beast Boy, Barefoot Raven, Barefoot Donna Troy, Barefoot Cassie Sandsmark, and several others took turns speaking at the podium. Each displayed how unique an individual Conner Kent was in his brief, fast-lived young life. In truth, Barefoot Abby, Barefoot Tefé, and Barefoot Suzy were so sadly in tears at the end of it all. I remained melancholy as before. But as I looked down, I noticed there was Detective Chimp before my great mossy bare feet. The Chimp said we would discuss tomorrow's golf game at the wake. Barefoot Abby wondered who could have rattled the Chimp's chain so much. Barefoot Suzy then whistled innocently. Of course!

At the wake, the confident and beautiful Barefoot Wonder Woman greeted us and vouched for Barefoot Abby as a great help to her, and she asked if the Barefoot Wonder Girl could spend the weekend with us, since the Titans Tower was undergoing repairs and rebuilding? Barefoot Abby said she would be glad to have Barefoot Cassie stay at her house in Houma for a couple of days. Barefoot Tefé was most excited about this, for she has taken quite a shine to her newest of barefoot girlfriends, Barefoot Cassie. Barefoot Lady Blackhawk arrived to usher us to her jet. Detective Chimp rushed up to me and said, "Not so fast." He imposed that he was the best golf player of any species or kingdom. He said he could take me in any game. I told him that we would see about that, as he would have to beat the record Barefoot Suzy set first. He said he already did so and beat the Barefoot Black Orchid at golf sometime last week. Only because he'd cheated and distracted her, was Barefoot Suzy's defense. "Overripe bananas." the Chimp said. The Barefoot Orchid nearly got into a outrage over this, but the Barefoot Wonder Girl restrained her. Barefoot Cassie settled things, by saying Conner loved all kinds of sports, and a golf game in his memory would be a decent and good way to honor him. The Chimp agreed, and said he would meet us tomorrow. Yes indeed, I will show the Chimp which one of us is "cool." I think Conner Kent would approve and smile kindly upon this. May Superboy rest in peace, for he will always be remembered for his noble heart and heroic deeds.


Next:
Game On!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/game-on.html

Thursday, April 06, 2006

The Aftermath.


The Batman arrived after dusk this evening. He'd previously sent me all relative information to my laptop before his arrival. Following the final battle today depicted in the picture above, the crashed and grounded Brother Eye satellite is now destroyed, the OMAC Project menace over, thanks in due part to a capable agent of Checkmate named Barefoot Sasha Bordeaux, a trusted associate of the Batman that he holds in very high regard. The Batman said that he wanted to clear up any differences he and I have ever had, before he went away. I asked him if he meant to retire? He said not substantially, and not anytime soon, but yes, he will in due time need to make preparations for an eventual leave of absence. He gestured to the other end of the glade. Into the clearing stepped Barefoot Poison Ivy, whom I already sensed was there, but made no move against, in sensing no threat or purpose. Barefoot Ivy reclined her lithe green beautiful nude body and her long red hair harmlessly against a tree. The Batman told me now that he had questioned her about the rumored jailbreak and the increasingly large gathering of villains in Metropolis that the Batman and Superman would deal with next upon his departure, he was leaving Barefoot Ivy in my capable hands. She will not interfere in my affairs and is to be properly trained in the ways of the Green. He will not hold any of Barefoot Ivy's future actions against me after she should take her leave of my domain.
For the Batman now trusts in my judgment. He believes my influence will make Barefoot Ivy complete, and that kind of sanity is something she will never attain locked away in Arkham Asylum. The Batman departed in his Batplane shortly thereafter. Barefoot Ivy said she would stay out of my way until called for. She was in the mood for a late night swim to her favorite stream island in the Gulf. Barefoot Ivy splashed down into the drink nearby, her beautiful nude body swam gracefully underwater until out of my sight. She'll return sometime soon, I'm sure of it. In the past, training Barefoot Poison Ivy would have seemed unlikely. Now the challenge seems almost reasonable, given the scale of recent events.


Next:
A Hero's Funeral Honored In Smallville.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/heros-funeral-honored-in-smallville.html

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

A Crisis Most Considerable, With Tragedy Abounding.

Today Was A Day Of Heroes, Noble Sacrifices, And Loss Of Life...

I spent the night in my barefoot wife's bed, watching Barefoot Abby sleep peacefully. Then I reconsidered my position on King Toad. Perhaps retribution is the incorrect course. The prisoners in my tree will continue to be fed and attended. Nerk and Sissy Bob must be added to their confinement space, every opportunity for redemption will be offered, though complete rejection of this mercy is fully expected from the careless monsters. Doubtless, if they remain in the Prison Tree long enough, the Spectre will come for them. Like a predator to it's natural prey. Then this burden will become a non-issue. For a moment, my thoughts were again distracted, this time by an unusual pre-dawn light outside of Barefoot Abby's window.
I pulled opened the drapes and saw what I expected to see. The Batman had at last located Brother Eye in the heavens, and his allies' greatest battle against the OMACs was about to begin. The conflict was masked visually by the coming of dawn. I would not bear witness to it, only to hope my decision not to aid the Batman in his efforts was the right one. As I left Barefoot Abby's bedroom, she still slept peacefully, covered warmly with a blanket of leaves and grass. It has been a few months we have been together again, and a year before that. I did not tell Barefoot Abby of my appointment with the Shadowpact at Stonehenge. No need to worry her unnecessarily. As I returned to the swamp, I thought about the helicopters that passed over Houma last Thursday. They did not find the site of King Toad's gruesome rampage. But they came close. So I took the opportunity to dispose of all evidence of it, simply to protect the environment of the swamp from further intrusion. At the Prison Tree, King Toad reminded me of the harshness of the situation. He has nothing but contempt for me, calling my values a weakness. I hope the Spectre comes to wreak vengeance upon him, and soon. As I approached a meeting of the Cajun elders, discussing their options of moving away or sticking it out, I remembered my appearance at Stonehenge was due. So I went to England, but also retained my essence in the Louisiana bayou. A most complicated process, but one well within my ability. I assure you. At Stonehenge, Barefoot Suzy was in the air, guiding others toward the site. She landed at my side and graciously thanked me for coming. Constantine walked up, smoked his cigarette, and said, "The end is nigh this time, Chief. A sure sign of it is when the bloody Spectre is involved." Barefoot Suzy sighed and called Constantine the perpetual optimist. The Stranger alerted everyone to attention. He said we were the last hope for our world, Earth-1. He reminded everyone of Nabu's sacrifice, how it bound the Spectre to a new host. But Sabastian Faust insisted invoking the Spectre was a bad idea. Blue Devil and the Barefoot Enchantress berated him. As Barefoot Zatanna invoked the Spectre, my attention was diverted back home. I did my best to comfort the Cajuns, to regain their trust. Then, Barefoot Susannah De Le Beau, a young barefoot Cajun woman suddenly turned on me--her baby was missing, lost in the swamp and now, tragically long-dead. I vowed to find the infant's body and make amends. But then back at Stonehenge, the Spectre emerged violently from the undead corpse of his new host. The Spectre ignored the Stranger's attempts to communicate with him. He turned against the surprised Barefoot Deborah Camille Darnell, the Barefoot Lady Star Sapphire and destroyed her utterly in vengeance for her crimes, before departing Stonehenge. I left as well, much to Barefoot Suzy's fearful protest, pleading me not to go. But I had to leave. My full attention was needed back home. I soon found the child. As numbness overcame me, Nightwing and Superboy were joined by the Barefoot Wonder Girl in their attack on Alex Luthor's tower in the cold Arctic northlands. They were attacked by the young Luthor's OMACs as they began their effort to free the prisoners. Meanwhile, the Batman's team infiltrated Brother Eye and their own mission was underway. Back home, I was overcome with grief. I screamed in a fit of rage, tearing the laptop from it's concealment from my chest. Fortunately, I did not damage it, but the digital camera activated and doing it's job, took this picture above of me in my pain. Then I took the baby inside of me. As penance to myself for this dreaded failure, for my sin of arrogance, I absorbed the lost essence into myself. The result was horrifying at first. I welcomed it. At this time, another deserving of punishment was getting his due, for Alex Luthor was attacked by the heroes freed by the Titans. In the swamp, I could hear the young barefoot mother's scream echoing in her memory, as she did when she had been separated from the child. The anguish was unspeakable. Meanwhile, the Crisis battle at Luthor's tower continued. Black Adam slew the Psycho-Pirate. Superboy-Prime returned to Earth-1 and joined the battle. In reflex, the heroes not belonging to Earth-1 returned to their respective worlds. As Martian Manhunter fought Superboy-Prime alone and fell, Alex Luthor sought to acknowledge his companion's demand that Earth-1 and Earth-Prime be merged. A sudden relief came to me back home. Reliving the baby's tragic passing came to an end. He was in Heaven, and everything was as it should be for him. His final reward: an eternity of pure innocence and peace. As bliss and solace overcame me, the Batman confronted and shut down Brother Eye. As the disabled satellite plummeted to Earth, the selflessly brave Conner Kent began his death-duel with Superboy-Prime. The Batman and Green Lantern raced to the scene, as did the Barefoot Wonder Woman, along with Superman and his elder Earth-2 counterpart. All to attempt to save another good life from ending in tragedy. Back in the swamp, I gave the young barefoot mother what she needed to cope with the loss of her child, the essence of her offspring, distilled in a tuber. In the same moment, Luthor's tower was destroyed, the barefoot girl sat nude and began to eat the tuber and experienced the glory that was the life of her child. As Barefoot Susannah splashed her nude body in the nearby water, I told her to hold her breath, submerged with her, and took her down underwater for a refreshing much-needed bathing and exercising swim. I could feel the alternate Earths restored into one, as we emerged. This, combined with a sense of purity I have never felt before. It has changed me. As Conner Kent died victorious in the arms of his beloved Barefoot Cassandra Sandsmark, I held the wet nude young barefoot Cajun mother in my own, and she thanked me. As heroes mourned their fallen, I sat there in the swamp and thought of Barefoot Abby and her suffering last month. When she comes, I will comfort her too. Purity is a precious gift. We must do everything in our power to regain it, as is humanly possible.


Next:
The Aftermath.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/aftermath.html