Quite An Extraordinary Month This Has Been...

Abby and I spent some time tonight, reflecting on everything that has happened this month. I have been faced with monumental decisions and missions that have taken me to places even I never dreamed of. Abby and Suzy were tested physically and mentally, and have proven themselves some of the bravest and most capable women currently existing, in my opinion. Tefé is improving her teenage adult life in leaps and bounds in her struggle to find herself, and struggling, perhaps too late--to graduate and make us proud. New friends such as the adventurous Lady Blackhawk, the exoticly alluring mermaid Lori Lemaris, and members of the Shadowpact are coming to light. Things have never been more interesting. And as always, the nightmares still abound. The myriad perils of the Infinite Crisis, Arcane, Sargon, Nebiros, Woodrue, King Toad, are always lurking in the back of our minds. But hope still reigns supreme, and love conquers all. Let this be a testament to our sagas and quests for happiness, freedom, and peace.


Next:
April Fools Day, And The Roaming Gnome.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fools-day-and-roaming-gnome.html

Black Orchid and Blue Devil. Will True Love Prevail?

Suzy sent me an e-mail expressing her love and continuing devotion for Dan Cassidy, the Blue Devil.

re: Susan Linden Thorne Weems II wrote:

"I love Daniel. I love him so much, Blue Devil take me! He's just so grateful I'm safe and no longer under Nebiros' influence, but it's clear he is more concerned about his feelings for Nightshade and her abduction. I don't feel anger or jealousness about this, confusion mostly. I want to propose marriage to him, but he's so afraid of commitment and ceremony. I suppose I am scared too, just a little. So I need to ask you this. May we use one of your tubers like you and Abby do? Just once? This would give us the kind of closeness we so desperately need to have. Please just give it some thought. It would mean so much to me, and to us. Love and blessings, Suzy."

I will give this matter consideration. Suzy's love and happiness is all that matters to me, for that is what I feel is most important here.


Next:
Quite An Extraordinary Month This Has Been...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/quite-extraordinary-month-this-has.html

Our Demonic Armageddon Battle With Dark Hellchid.

The Shadowpact and I fought an extremely violent battle with Dark Hellchid today. We were in Bucharest, Romania--and the conflict took place under the foreboding omen of a solar eclipse. [the sign of the Shadowpact's nemesis, Eclipso] The menacing creature who was once my beloved young protégée Suzy, the Black Orchid was now the demon-possessed fiendish archvillain known to us as Dark Hellchid. After the eclipse lapsed we were joined later in the evening, shortly before sunset, by the Phantom Stranger who warned us that if this battle did not end soon, there would be dire consequences. This enraged Blue Devil, for he wanted the monster captured alive, to extract and save his lover Suzy. He told the Stranger to go to Hell and this is how we left him.

The battle continued across many Romanian provinces, it completely levelled the Transylvanian village in which my wife Abby was born.
In the long-abandoned and obliterated ruins of Castle Arcane, in the mountains high above, our endgame came into play. Having adapted myself to Dark Hellchid's mystic flames, I overtook and restrained her. Blue Devil pinned her lithe form to me harmlessly with his trident. Then, the Enchantress was at last able to perform the exorcism, at no risk to herself or anyone present. The demonic entity inhabiting the Dryadic nymph superheroine vanished, and Suzy's true and non-threatening features re-emerged. Her purple-magenta color returned to her naked body, her eyes steamed harmlessly once more. Her mind and emotions returned to normal. Bewildered, Suzy asked what was happening. Blue Devil told her it was over and she was safe now. The young couple kissed and we all felt immense relief that this had all ended well. I have returned back home to the swamp now.
I will be heading to Abby's house to celebrate this precious victory, with my beloved wife. It's good to be home after a job well done.


Next:
Black Orchid and Blue Devil. Will True Love Prevail?
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-orchid-and-blue-devil-will-true.html

Black Orchid: Possessed By The Demon Nebiros!

Terrifying news tonight arrived from the Shadowpact:

re: Demon-Man Dan, Hell's Blue Devil-Man wrote:

"Swamp Thing. We got some serious problems here! Suzy tagged along with the Shadowpact, as we set out to find a suitable magical method to trackdown Power Girl, Nightshade, and the others who seem to be abducted, rather than killed off. I say it's that damned Society of Villains that's murdered so many of our greatest friends. Nightmaster, Enchantress, Ragman and the Chimp aren't so sure about that. I'm outvoted here. Anyway, Suzy said she's back and is going to work with us on this, whether she's one of us or not.
Good, I said. Without Nightshade, we're a member short anyway. Enchantress took us to this old castle in Transylvania, straight out of Dracula. She worked up a spell that could have taken us to where the missing heroes are, assuming they're still alive. While she was casting, Felix Faust popped up out of nowhere and shouted he was going to have his revenge. He blasted me with a mystical bolt and Suzy picked up my trident [I dropped it.] and she got ready to charge him with it. Having planned it this way, Faust cast a spell that forced her to invoke Nebiros with my magical pitch fork. Before I could grab her mouth and shut her up, she gone and did it. Now Black Orchid was possessed, proclaimed herself as "Dark Hellchid" and then she stabbed me with my own trident, right through the chest! Pinned to the floor and bleeding out fire, I was helpless to protect the rest of the Shadowpact from her. She asked me if I was more to her liking sexually for now that she was a demon-girl. I told Nebiros to go back to Hell and leave my girfriend alone. Dark Hellchid said she was just getting started. Nightmaster charged her with his sword, but she knocked the weapon out of his hand and kicked his ass to the floor unconscious as he tried to retrieve it. She had this big claw hand and was just about to cut off Enchantress's head with it, but ended up nearly gutting Ragman instead, who gallantly jumped in the way to protect his favorite witch. Now that's a man! Detective Chimp went running scared at this point. Dark Hellchid chased after the little monkey in her flight. Short and hairy ditched her, then made his way back to the rest of us, just after Felix Faust had his last laugh at our expense and disappeared. Chimp has no idea where Suzy went, but we can all guess she's up to no good, as she's being possessed by Nebiros and all. Chimp did get this picture of her before she left when all the lightning started. It's all we've got. Good thing we still have you looking after us, as our big-shot ace in the swamps.
You fought off Nebiros' possession, several years before I became Blue Devil. You know how to fight him when he pulls this kind of thing. We can only keep Enchantress [who's pretty pissed off right now] from casting a spell that will kill Suzy and send her to Hell with Nebiros only for so long. You're the only hope Suzy has left. Get ready for us. We'll come get you and then you'll ride with us, soon as we make sure Ragman's gonna be okay. His costume's healing him. The hole in my chest is almost fixed itself, so I'm all good here. Hang in there and don't freak on us. Devil, gone."

re: Jim Rook, the Nightmaster wrote:

"Time is of the essence, Swamp Thing. Be prepared. Jim."

re: The Chimp Who Can Solve All Your Problems wrote:

"Get ready to haul grass, spinach head. Your hottie purple sidekick's got blood on her hands. She's in for it big time, if you blow this one and let her down. So you better get it right on this gig. See you in a little bit, Chimp."

My possession by Nebiros in 1975 cost Father Jonathan Bliss his life and his soul as he took the demon into his own frail form, which burned in the exorcism to save me and the world from Armageddon. Now Suzy is possessed by the evil monstrosity. I must not fail to save her, no matter what occurs. The Shadowpact are here. It is time for my departure. I will report more on this later.


Next:
Our Demonic Armageddon Battle With Dark Hellchid.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-demonic-armageddon-battle-with.html

A Force To Be Reckoned With...

Abby and I confronted King Toad today. We regarded the low, pathetically vile creature together with our quiet hatred. He shouted at us and mocked us in his bitter contempt. Next, he attempted once more to try to free himself from the Prison Tree I have him trapped within. Then he shouted for his wretched Bayou Boys to come out and kill us. Cowards and fools that Nerk and Sissy Bob are--they would not come out of hiding. King Toad expressed his outrage at this intrusion of his solitude with a scream. His minions awoke within the tree, and they all screamed too, fearing my judgment was at hand. No, not yet. Certainly not now. We turned away, leaving the foolish creature to his fate.


Next:
Black Orchid: Possessed By The Demon Nebiros!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/black-orchid-possessed-by-demon.html

A Pleasant Night Alone With Abby.

Our friends left us today. Black Orchid and Blue Devil are going to try to work on their relationship problems. Abby assures them it is worth the time. When we were alone in Abby's house, we shared a solemn moment. We have have been through a lot over the years to reach this stage in our lives. It is good to know we can inspire others with our experiences.

Never in her personality to dwell too often, Abby took my hand and led me out the back door of her house. She took up the golf club in the clearing of her garden and positioned a ball. After several swinging demonstrations she handed me the club and insisted that I give it a try. In my first swing, unfortunately, I underestimated my strength and broke the club in half. Undaunted, Abby rushed into the house and came back out with a spare club to play with. This time, she showed me how to handle the club properly. Still, I hit the ball rather hard and it bounced. Abby lost track of it. I told her to observe in my direction:

My "Arcane" look. Don't try this at home, my friends...

We continued the practice session, and between further amusements, I progressed rather nicely. I learned how strike the ball in the distance and direction I desired. Then she showed me how to putt the ball into it's hole. It was much like watching a bird build a nest. Abby was very proud of my successful golf playing lesson. Detective Chimp had better watch out. For there is a new supernatural golf player in town. And now that I am qualified, I intend to give him some extremely sporting competition next weekend.


Next:
A Force To Be Reckoned With...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/force-to-be-reckoned-with.html

Playing Golf With Detective Chimp.

When It Comes To His Golf Playing,
Detective Chimp Doesn't Monkey Around...


Abby, Suzy and I were invited by Blue Devil and Detective Chimp
to come play golf with them today. It seemed like an excellent idea.
Abby was thrilled to finally meet the Devil and the Chimp, after hearing so much about them from Suzy. The Chimp played an impressive first round, and challenged Abby to surprass it. She gave it her best shot: "Hey. This is going to be so much fun." She said.

Abby played an excellent game, but she still lost to the Chimp.
She was about to congratulate him for doing so well,
but he began to tease and taunt all of us with his golfing prowess,
which goaded Blue Devil and Black Orchid's egos to no end,
as he set out to make his next play.



Blue Devil was up next to the challenge. He was determined to win this game. "No way I'm losing to the Chimp. Like Hell, and I've been there. Bring it on!"

Despite Dan Cassidy's hard effort attempts, he too, lost to the Chimp. Blue Devil was none to happy about it, as he'd made a wager with the Chimp. Now it was looking like the talking primate was about to carry the game home.



But then it came Black Orchid's turn. Suzy carefully positioned her body for each strike, moderately surveying the distances with her eyes. She was dead-set upon winning this game to perfection.
"You want to play golf, Chimp. This is how you play it. Not with words, but with actions."

Suzy made a hole-in-one! It was game over for Detective Chimp. "Next weekend," He insisted. Black Orchid and Blue Devil were counting on it. Perhaps next time I shall have a play of my own. It was a pleasurable diversion, though perhaps the highlight of the day was this:

Suzy's favorite past time. Flirting with Blue Devil.

Today was good fun. It is a sensation I am still getting used to.
Thanks to Abby and our interesting, and entertaining friends.


Next:
A Pleasant Night Alone With Abby.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/pleasant-night-alone-with-abby.html

Tefé Had A Very Busy Week.

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"Hey, Dad. Had a hell of a lot to do these past few days. I have to thank you for having Suzy hang out at Mom's house all week. She really saved my butt on catching me up on my stupid homework. Good thing she's so highly intelligent, because I hate studying all the time. The things you have to do to graduate! Mom's been really nice to me too, even sold some of the plants in the backyard to help me pay off Zaina's car. Brought in more than I thought. That's just awesome. Then Mom sat me down and had me paint some more stuff, sold the pictures and gave me the cash. Mom says I'm creative and I need to recognize that. Whatever. Anyway, I went to a pool party after school, cleaned it out for free, blah blah. Another day in the life of Tefé Holland. But it's worth it because of Zaina. It's just good to feel wanted. I'm so tired out. It's insane I'm living like this. That's normal life for me. Later, Tefé."

Tefé's progress is most gratifying. She is improving so rapidly.
This is a positive experience most rewarding for me to bear witness.
May she never fall again, and always make me so very proud.


Next:
Playing Golf With Detective Chimp.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/playing-golf-with-detective-chimp.html

A Relatively Peaceful Night In The Swamp...

Things have been rather quiet tonight. After conducting my regular search for monsters Nerk and Bob, and finishing my latest torture/interrogation of King Toad, I went over to Abby's house to check on Abby and Suzy, and to inquire as to Tefé's continuing maturity and development. Abby reports she and Suzy have helped each other tremendously. Abby feels safer at night with Suzy there standing by her side, since I am often unable to attend that responsibility myself. The women have talked openly about Abby witnessing Candy Taylor's grisly fate, as well as the suffering Suzy endured when she was savagely raped two days afterward. Abby and Suzy both despise the monstrosity named Nerk with a passion. Abby expressed relief at my assurances that any or all of Suzy's infections, or possible impregnation, have been properly attended to and disposed of with my imperative administrations of her. Sadly, due to the intensity of Suzy's rape and the resulting abortive requirements, there may never be more of Suzy's kind as a result of this, for despite Abby's recent gift of approval--it may be impossible for Suzy and I to ever procreate another garden of Black Orchids, such as the one doomed to Suzy's long-deceased sister/adopted mother, after the elder Black Orchid and I had founded it in the Amazon jungles, years ago. Nor will Suzy ever be able to have any children with her lover, Blue Devil. These are difficult times for us all, but we push on as we must. For this is who and what we are and what we need to be.


Next:
Tefé Had A Very Busy Week.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/tef-had-very-busy-week.html

Batman: The Dark Knight Denied.

Batman visited the swamp tonight. His Batplane landed smoothly on the runway I had made for Lady Blackhawk. He approached, his mask allowing his eyes to adjust perfectly to the darkness. Batman asked if I was prepared to do my part in his quest to locate and destroy the Brother Eye satellite. He asked that I create a distraction, to allow his strike force to attack and disable the mechanism without casualties. Given consideration to Constantine's warnings against being involved in the Infinite Crisis, I outwardly refused. I would not endanger the denizens of my community and environment for this reason. "Fair enough." he said, as if unsurprised by my refusal. He would have to contact the Checkmate organization to initiate his backup plan. He and his fellow heroes must put their plans on hold until then. Yet he seemed not at all upset by this denial, as if he has a new steadfast advantage and my cooperation would have put it into immediate effect if I had accepted his request. His willingness to accept the delay is also part of his strategy it seems. He departed without another word, as if like Superman, he is now a changed man. I cannot help but wonder what the future holds for these heroes. Everything seems so different than it was before. Let us hope Batman and his allies will be able to put an end to the dangers threatened by the OMAC Project, for that victory will bring them closer to ending this Infinite Crisis once and for all.


Next:
A Relatively Peaceful Night In The Swamp...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/relatively-peaceful-night-in-swamp.html

Further Correspondence From Constantine.

John Constantine is back on the blog with more dark comedy, criticisms and commentary:

re: Hellblazer John, the F-'ing Ex-Con wrote:

"Greetings From Glasgow, Chief. Finally made it here after some considerable delays. Saw the Blackhawk bird fly overhead twice last weekend. So you finally made it across the pond to check up on
Lady Jane's new lodgings and sleeping arrangement, eh? Then, you sent the women packing off to Ireland as you sauntered over back home. I understand one of your ladyfriends gave that ruder-than-noise Leprechaun his just desserts. And that's just recent tricks.
You seem to have things squared away. Up until Poison Ivy's recent visit to the swamp, that is. Woodrue's bad news. Always has been. Why you didn't humour Ivy's request is beyond me. Now when the bollocks hit the fan, you'll have only yourself to blame. Zatanna getting a mindwipe right? Don't count your cobblers on it. Even I couldn't get it to work. And I know her. She screws it up every time. The bloody JLA were too damn off-putting in their scope to notice. You wouldn't believe the times I tried to get Zatanna to lay off from it all, before she jolly well goes down in searing flames like her father did in her place all those years back. But no, you take a half-arsed report from your little representative concubine that Woodrue's been properly lobotomized and polish your coat of arms like it's nothing, all goodness and relief. Just wait until it comes back to bite you. Just wait... And another thing, didn't I tell you to stay out of all these Infinite Crisis affairs our boy Alex Luthor is stirring up? That bit of advice also very well applies to Black Orchid, for the nonce. Don't let her run off again anytime soon, mate. Keep the flower at home.
Don't let her out until the 52 weeks of peace and quiet following the fireworks are in effect. By then things won't be so quiet for you, but everywhere else is fair game for the solidarity she's looking for. The reason for your unrest while the rest of the world quiets down? There's a double-edged sword. But I'll leave that up for you and your chum Woodrue to decide. Congrats to Tefé for getting her act together after all this time. I knew my girl had it in her, but don't let her get behind on the payments. You know how used car dealers have been these past couple of years. One step out of line, and they pop your cap. Or make you wish they had. Take that business with Wonder Woman on the telly for instance. Now, I'm not forgetting Abby. Keep fanning the flames of her resolve, Chief. She's going to be your rock when things get tough. While I'm at this, I'll admit to a wee bit of a problem of my own. Did Abby ever mention how she used to have empathy fits in her late teens, when she wasn't much older than Tefé is now? It was due to her not wanting to take up dear old Uncle Anton on his magical training promises. She lost herself a few times, chasing after you at dearly departed Matt Cable's side. It's also the reason she fell so hard for you. Mystery solved on that one.
But what happens when unwanted empathy goes south? That's the problem I'm getting now I'm off the magic books for good. Or at least until the 10th age starts. I want it gone, Chief. Shared feelings are the pits. I'm not all hearts and flowers like Abby. Empathy is the enemy, as my new Scottish chronicler Denise Mina puts it. I'll find an out-- I always manage to. Management is something most people aren't good at these days, so that puts me a bit ahead. Until I figure on this and get back to you, Tally ho! and all that, John. Happy 21st Spring Rite Handfasting Anniversary to you and Abby. Cheers, mate!"

As always, Constantine raises more questions than he answers.
But then, this method is nothing new with him...


Next:
Batman: The Dark Knight Denied.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/batman-dark-knight-denied.html

Tefé's New Car!

Tefé bought her new car for Zaina today. She is very exciting about this purchase as her e-mail confirms:

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"Well Dad, I did it! Zaina just finished the paperwork and I wrote the check for the down payment on our new used car! Hot damn, this ride is so rocking! Couldn't be happier, so I'll check out on a high note.
Keep up the morale, Dad. You're the best. Love, Tefé."

I am so very happy for Tefé. If anyone's earned this she certainly has.


Next:
Further Correspondence From Constantine.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/further-correspondence-from.html

Weekend Tour of Ireland: An Update From Abby and Suzy.

Where have Abby and Suzy been for the last two days? Why, spending St. Patrick's Day Weekend in Ireland with Lady Blackhawk, of course! I'll let the both of the women tell the story:


re: Abigail Holland wrote:

"Hi. Abby here, Alec. Hope that picture of me got your attention! Torc Waterfall in County Kerry, Ireland was a spectacular place to lounge. Suzy and I camped there for the night and bathed under the waterfalls all of the next day while Lady Blackhawk went clubbing all night at the local pubs and she slept [allegedly alone, smile!] in her plane. And take a look at this pic I took of Suzy when she flew us way up to the top and took a breather:

Isn't she impressive? Anyway, over to Suzy.
Love you always, Abby."


re: Susan Linden Thorne Weems II wrote:

"There's even more in the telling, Alec!
Zinda won some kind of pub gambling game with high stakes!
Here's the lucky winner in her all her glory:

And if luck wasn't the theme of the weekend:
Lucky waterfall location, Lucky winnings, etc.

Then wait until you see what we encountered next:

Yes! We were accosted by an actual magical Leprechaun,
demanding the location of his misplaced gold! Fortunately, my childhood experiences crusading in Free Country prepared me for this. Without giving the Leprechaun any chance to strike, I lifted him up into the air and flew off with him. He was surprised by this swift action to say the least. Using my best intuition, I found his pot of lost gold situated under a rainbow. I dropped him into the pot of gold, where he sank and seemingly drowned. Then I hid the tainted treasure where no one will find it, making sure all the gold pieces stayed together. And that was our weekend. We're coming back and will see you soon. Stay well, Alec. Suzy."

The women in my life lead the most eventful lives imaginable.
I never fail to be admirably inspired with them.


Next:
Tefé's New Car!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/tefs-new-car.html

Sunday Fishing With My Friends.

Louise-Marie, quite a catch for her husband Jean.

I went net fishing with my new Cajun friends I met last weekend, Jean and Louise-Marie de Le Beau this morning. The couple have taken out a loan to repair their hurricane-damaged house, and tomorrow the payment is due. They desperately need to catch and sell fresh fish at the market today, lest they be saddled with interest charges. That's where I came in. They told me no one makes demands of the Good Gumbo Man. But they remembered my kindness and asked for the favor of my divine blessing on today's fishing effort. I offered my help. They were overjoyed and grateful. While Louise-Marie was adjusting the nets illuminated under Jean's flashlight, I took this splendid picture of her with my digital camera. Abby will be quite impressed with the picture, for the Cajun Folk have been kind to her over the years. When the couple had finished their work swimming and were back to driving the boat, I remained underwater and began the process of attracting the reluctant fish and shrimp toward the nets. Success! Now all they have to concern themselves with is the effort and responsiblity of hauling it all safely to market. But first I had to get them to stop thanking me and praising my name. It's good to have friends that revere me so deeply. But essentially, I am merely trying to be as human as they are. I have helped them when they needed it most, and that is what is so important to understand.


Next:
Weekend Tour of Ireland: An Update From Abby and Suzy.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-tour-of-ireland-update-from.html

Tefé: Pooling Her Resources.

Tefé has some good news concerning her desire to buy a car to share with her girlfriend Zaina:


re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"I'll make this one short and sweet, Dad. I did it! I have enough cash transferred to my bank account back home to start buying Zaina's car when we get back to Houma! Who would have thought pool cleaning in Rio would pay off so well? People party like crazy down here in Brazil and a lot of pools needed my attention. Add that to my painting and the arts and crafts junk I sold at Mardi Gras, I come up with at least 2 hundred left after the down payment. How cool is that? I'm so excited for Zaina, it's her first car of her own. She says it's mine too, but I'll make her do all the driving, because I don't care at all for being behind a wheel. All I care about is this will make Zaina happy, and maybe someday this year or next, she'll be ready to accept the truth about me and I'll introduce you to her. Until then, I'm just going to be as easygoing with her as possible before trying to go on the level about you again. Damn, I'm good. See you on monday, Tefé."

I cannot express the pleasure this news has brought to me. Tefé's emotional problems seem to be resolved at this time. I am quite satisfied she has managed to fit in to her new life so wonderfully.


Next:
Sunday Fishing With My Friends.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-fishing-with-my-friends.html

St. Patrick's Day and Lady Jane.

This is Lady Jane. She was the Swamp Thing of the Victorian Age of the 1800s. She confronted white slavery and abuse of children when she first came into being in early industrial England. She studied mysticism during the twilight years of Lady Johanna Constantine.
She took to horseback riding and vigilantism, and was associated in membership with the Justice Brigade of the American Old West.
She later joined the Parliament of Trees and was devoted to their standards for well over 95 years. For the last decade she has been lost to us. Tormented in a hellish fate inflicted by the archangel known only as the Word, who himself had been since slain. Now she has mysteriously rematerialized, but not in the burned out Amazon jungle where she had fallen. Lady Jane's currently in Sussex, England. She is very much alive, but in a restful state perhaps never to awaken. She is believed to be a sculpture, commonly referred to as "The Sleeping Giant." But I know she dwells within that idle form.
Abby, Suzy and I went there today to pay our respects on a pilgrimage to this site. As I had hoped, Abby and Suzy have come to greater resolves in their discussions over Lady Jane. All the doubts, fears, regrets, and terrors they face today were also dealt with by Lady Jane long ago. She is proving to be an inspiration to the women present here. Except for our pilot Lady Blackhawk who is merely disappointed she didn't collect bottles of the healing mud on our last flight, claiming the mud was the best body soap and shampoo she'd ever used, and that there is no such prize to be found here. It was a good way to spend St. Patrick's Day, and tonight Zinda Blake intends to take Abby and Suzy to Ireland to partake of the Luck of the Irish night life. Abby and Suzy just want to go back to Louisiana. I have since returned home to await the women's arrival here in the swamp tomorrow or later. Lady Jane remains an issue that is unresolved. But in her case, that is for the best. She is alive again and slumbering beautifully. She is completely at peace now. That is what matters.


Next:
Tefé: Pooling Her Resources.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/tef-pooling-her-resources.html

This Is What Friends Are Made For!

Abby's Back In The Swamp, and Better Than Ever!

Abby finally got out of the hospital today. She made a new outfit for herself while bed bound and wore it while coming out to see me.
I had just finished talking to Suzy when all of a sudden, Suzy threw herself upon me and kissed me in passionate gratitude, just as Abby barefooted as silently as ever from out of the ankle-deep creek water and moved stealthly toward us. I was so involved in Suzy's kiss,
I didn't notice Abby until she spoke. She asked if she could join in?
It was a humbling moment. Abby's sense of humor could not have been better timed. I took Abby into my arms and hugged her gently. Abby said I'd better save some kisses for her next time. Suzy, still sitting next to us, folded her hands over her face and cried. Abby asked what was wrong. I told her everything. Abby comforted Suzy, telling her everything would work itself out somehow. Then Suzy reminded us that we have a scheduled flight with Lady Blackhawk tonight. I told Abby it was about Lady Jane, and she might not wish to come. Try and stop me, was Abby's enthusiastic response. Abby never ceases to amaze me. So now the three of us are off to contact Lady Blackhawk to pick us up on our pilgrimage to visit and reflect upon a long-fallen comrade: the venerable Lady Jane, who has been gone for years now but she has most assuredly not been forgotten by any of us. Perhaps this excursion may provide the enlightenment we are all so desperately seeking to face the darkness that lies in the days, months, and years ahead.


Next:
St. Patrick's Day and Lady Jane.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-patricks-day-and-lady-jane.html

More Phantasms In The Swamp...

I had a strange encounter this morning. Ghostly manifestations of Arcane's original Un-Men attacked me as I was posing for this timed snapshot on my digital camera, as I'd finally figured out the function. [Perhaps I'm more human than I tend to think.]
At any rate, the viciousness of the creatures assault lessened and
I vanquished them once I'd gotten all the guilt over Abby and Suzy out of my mind. Then it occurred to me. Am I the one responsible for all the bizarre things currently happening in the swamp? Before I could think on it further I heard the sound of a woman sobbing nearby. This was Suzy. She must have flown all night to make it all the way from Gotham to be present here today. I picked her up and told her it was too dangerous for her to be here. She said she was sorry, but she had nowhere else to go. By the time I'd gotten her to a safe place, she'd already gone to sleep in my arms. At least I know my young partner is safe, and that's all that matters to me at the moment.


Next:
This Is What Friends Are Made For!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-what-friends-are-made-for.html

Suzy's Startling Discovery.

Is Black Orchid's Lastest Report Too Incredible To Be Believed?
Or Is It Simply Too Painful To Accept?

Suzy's had her confrontation with Cat-Man of the Secret Six.
The intelligence she's gained from Lex Luthor's erstwhile fugitive pawn, however, has yet to be confirmed, or the enormity of it, withstood.

re: Susan Linden Thorne Weems II wrote:

"Thomas Blake, the Cat-Man, is one of the most frustrating people I've ever met. He forced me to track him halfway across Gotham before I finally caught up with him and subdued the paranoid sociopath. He tried to get me with his claws, but a few punches upside his stubborn head cured him of the ludicrous delusion he was going to escape from me. We were just lucky a patrol of OMACs didn't come along and fry the both of us, the way we were fighting out in the open like that! When I got Mr. Blake to listen to reason, we doubled back the way he was originally heading. Once we reached his hideout, Cat-Man was very down to business. He drew out a wad of large envelopes, all sealed together hastily with duct tape and cut them apart with his claws. Clearly these files had been stolen. He threw one of them down on the desk in right there front of me entitled "Black Orchid" and ordered me to sit down and read it.
At once, I recognized the old LexCorp logo at the top of the file.
I knew this was not a record on my confirmed deceased identical older sister and adopted mother, who raised me. No, this was a complete file recording much of the secret history of the original Black Orchid, who may in fact have been the true Susan Linden resurrected, rather than the first of a high class hybrid nymph manifestation leading to the existence of others such as myself. All of this is common knowledge to the both of us, Alec. But here's where sensibility leaves us: The story didn't end with her death at Sterling's brutal hands on Luthor's behest. No, the file supports the rumor that she did in fact fake her death and is still at large in this world! Even crazier, the original Black Orchid and the Qwardian pocket dimension Earth expatriate Owlman of the Crime Syndicate were touted as former considerations for membership in Luthor's Secret Six, as a means of infiltrating Villain Society security and allowing Luthor to determine the identity of his false counterpart behind the existence of the Villains United. Cat-Man insists Luthor knows who his doppelganger is by now, but took off after the false Luthor on his own. What's more, when I insisted the original Orchid couldn't possibly still be alive after all this time, as she would have found and cared for me, Cat-Man got really mad and slapped me across the face, knocking me out of my chair and onto the floor.
He shouted at me, telling me I was a stupid-as-Hell follower of superheroes and their pathetic methods that ultimately lead to mindwipes, and that I should wake up and accept cold hard reality. He persists the first Black Orchid is still out there to this day, running a different program in the event of having to fake her death all those years ago. Now she's doing things I couldn't possibly accept. So she rejected me, to continue her mission. She could be anyone now. Anywhere. Anytime. Doing anything... possibly, unspeakable things. In Earth Mother Gaea's name, that's what he said! Cat-Man asked me what I think of "Justice" now? My answer, my bare right foot slammed solidly good and hard into his face, sent him flying across the room. That's exactly what he assumed would be my reaction, he commented, while nursing his swollen jaw aching from my kick. Before he left, I asked him: Why did he try to escape from me in the first place? He told me it's Catwoman's birthday, and he didn't want to be late for her party by wasting his time with me! Oh, the nerve of the man! He staggered outside and disappeared back to his insane and miserable fugitive life. Then I was alone and it all sank in..
I'm scared. Honestly, I don't know if I can deal with this. I don't know if I want to. It would hurt me too much, if I learned this was true. I've been through more than enough already. I don't know if I can go on with this. I don't want to sound selfish, and it would break my heart completely to disappoint you, but this is something that I can't do. I'm sorry, but it's over for me. Please don't count on me for anything anymore. I love you and your family more than anything. But it's time for me to stop. I can't go on, not after seeing this. It hurts too much. Please take care and don't be afraid for me. I'll be fine, I hope. Always yours forever, Suzy."

Is this too heavy a blow for Suzy to withstand? Is the era of altruistic superheroism at its end? Is there to be no hope for any of us?
All I know is that dear Suzy needs me terribly, and I cannot let this suffering pass. She must not be alone. I should never have sent her away in such a vulnerable state. If anything bad happens to her because of all this, I will never forgive myself...
Some secrets need to stay buried, no matter what the cost.


Next:
More Phantasms In The Swamp...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-phantasms-in-swamp.html

Life Is A Beach For Tefé.

Tefé and Zaina, The Most Exquisite Young Women Currently Vacationing In Rio De Janeiro.


Tefé's hedonistic leisure time out of the country has already reaped great benefits. Not only is she beginning to put things into perspective, she is starting to accept her lot in life. As she has reached almost the complete and final full maturity of her teen years, the young woman she has become is ready to implement the wisdom of her wanderings and learnings. She is an individual in her own right, as this following sentimental message attests:

re: Tefé Holland wrote:

"Dad. As I've sat here naked and wet all day on a gorgeous beach in Brazil with Zaina in my arms, I'm starting to think you're probably right about all the things we've talked about the last couple months. It's time to take stock about everything. My life isn't so terrible now. Zaina really loves me, and that's something I won't take for granted.
I will graduate Houma High soon, and that'll make Mom proud. I really appreciate everything you've tried to do for me. But what can I do for you? I mean, you live through other people now. That's kind of cool. One would think you'd have thrown the laptop aside now and gone back to overseeing the moss growing on the trees, listening to the birds sing, and fighting the bug-eyed monsters. But the fighting isn't so easy now that there are other worlds being blown up in the sky every night. So I've been thinking. Since you want to share in my little victories, how about I kick things up a knotch? I learned a lot of different things in my time on the road with Pilate and Barnabus. Odd skills and weird tactics and crap that are useful. Zaina likes fancy sports cars. So tomorrow I'm going to throw a dress on, run barefoot all over the entire town if I damn well have to, go find the right job that won't kill me, and work for the money to buy that car Zaina swooned over in Houma. I'll get the money right here in Brazil, though Zaina's not crazy about my plans. She says I'm totally full of shit to blow off a week-long vacation. I don't give a flying fuck. It's my time to waste. Anyway... It'll give me something to shoot for.
If I can make it so there's less gloom and doom in the world for you when I fill you on more of this turn-about back home, all the better. About you: I'm not afraid of stupid Nerk and Bob or what crazy-ass King Toad wants to do to all the people in the Gulf, including the whole lot of us, so screw them! From now on I'm doing what I want. And I'm going to be dignified about it, just like you, the big-ass nature god superhero and your smart and cushy cute sidekick Suzy.
I mean, you're a big walking talking plant who just happens to be most dignified person in the entire world right now. I know it's cliché, but I really want to be just like you. That's why I'm here, naked ass and boobs on a white sandy beach, dignified and as far away from the junkies and losers as possible. I can't see myself going back to that. Things would have to be pretty bad. I think Zaina feels it too. I'm not running away, just going my own way. And I will come back, because that's what I feel is right. Do yourself a favor, Dad. Stop worrying about everything and everyone so much. Whatever happens, happens. Just make the most of it and make every moment count for something. Don't you even bother to give a crap about all the days you're useless in-between. We all have our little setbacks. I know I got them. I've said all I can say. Zaina's getting hotter by the minute. I'll close. Love you, Dad. Here's beach sand in your e-mail. Tefé."

Astounding.

My little one's not so little anymore. She's all grown up, and it certainly shows in this most pleasing and reassuring development of her overall personality. Such wisdom. How I love my enduring family.


Next:
Suzy's Startling Discovery.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/suzys-startling-discovery.html

Cajun Couple With Class.

A Cajun fisherman and his wife, Jean and Louise, visited me today after setting their nets and anchoring their boat. They swam right up to me and said hello with reassuring voices. The couple were very friendly and asked a lot of simple questions. They were unafraid and unreserved, which is about the only way I can make friends. In fact, I was so pleased with their company, I led them out of the water in which we were swimming, to casually take this picture of them once I'd obtained my digital camera. It is the human thing to do to capture memories on film. If I am to make Abby as happy as she should be, then I must show her I will try to be as human as possible. I'm sure she'll be glad to know I have friends of my own out here in the swamp again. The couple left with their little sailing ship in high spirits. Cajun traditional term Bon Gumbo is a grand title I wear with great pride. It is the most human of my merits, and one I shall always cherish from now on.


Next:
Life Is A Beach For Tefé.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-beach-for-tef.html

My Darling Wife, Abby.

Abby was given enough privacy late today that I was able to visit her at the hospital. Her room was dark. I grew myself from the flowers there. I woke her gently from her afternoon nap. She was under heavy sedation, but she struggled to sit up. She pointed to the closet where her digital camera sat atop her other belongings. She told me to take a picture and hit "send" as it would transmit the image of her sitting on the bed to my laptop in the swamp. I was most grateful for this gift. She asked what brought me here. I told her I was worried about her, now that Tefé had gone on her spring break vacation, there was no one to look after Abby. She told me I was sweet for coming. I asked if she was all right? Abby said she was feeling better. She said she will always love me unconditionally, but she wants the madness to end. I asked her if she would leave me yet again...
After an unsettling moment, Abby said she'd never run away again. Whatever the problem, we must face it together. We embraced. Abby said she loved me more than ever, but it was time for me to leave. A nurse was about to enter. I took to the flowers and reset them as Abby jumped into bed again. Now, I have a reason to celebrate this 50th post on this weblog! Abby has always loved me through it all, and now I realize to my comfort that she always will.


Next:
Cajun Couple With Class.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/cajun-couple-with-class.html

Tefé's Spring Break.

Tefé began her spring break vacation this evening. Her boat left for a Brazilian resort late this afternoon. She looked magnificent in her new bikini when she came out to say good-bye to me. Her anticipation and excitement of freedom and pleasure was exhilarating. I felt the grass and earth she stood upon move gently under her bare feet as she set out and departed my company in a graceful race. There is no doubt Tefé and Zaina will have a splendid week-long vacation. I am most sincerely happy for them. She makes her father proud! It is little moments like this-- the happiest of memories--that make my often-miserable existence worthwhile.


Next:
My Darling Wife, Abby.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-darling-wife-abby.html

Superman's Salvation?

Superman visited me briefly tonight. He said he'd already visited Abby earlier at the hospital as soon as he'd browsed the headline detailing last week's attack. He thanked Abby for helping Diana last month. He says he's very sorry he didn't come sooner, but he's been extremely busy. He asked if the problem has been dealt with.
I assured him it will be soon. He confessed his recent experiences have made him a changed man. Most importantly, he wanted to know why I have such power, and do not use it for the betterment of humankind. I replied, humanity is not my concern. The moment I take care of the world is the moment that his adopted people don't. He confessed a desire to give up his identity and powers once the crisis has passed. I told him he should. He asked why? I said the world can have a Superman, but it should not need one. He always knew this, but denied it to himself. He said it is time to end the neverending battle. He thanked me for my counsel and flew off quickly into the night sky. When this crisis is over, may Superman find the peace he seeks. And our world must find it without him.


Next:
Tefé's Spring Break.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/tefs-spring-break.html

King Toad: What A Load.

Not One of My Better Days...

I went to see King Toad at the Prison Tree I created for him today.
It was pointless to try to reason with him. He took malicious delight in his son Nerk's atrocities. Candy's murder, Suzy's rape, and Abby's torment are not the end of the suffering he has in store for me and mine. King Toad would even threaten Tefé, were he aware her powers are gone. Enough is enough. I will not stop until Nerk and Bob are destroyed. King Toad will stay alive and unharmed until then.
I will act with swift, lethal force to prevent another ethereal escape of the murderous monsters. They will be slain. Then King Toad will be next. There is no alternative. This war is deadly serious.


Next:
Superman's Salvation?
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/supermans-salvation.html

Farewell To A Friend.

Black Orchid. The Most Important, Loyal, Dependable Friend I Have.
May We Meet Again Soon.

Suzy and I returned to the bayou late last night. Lady Blackhawk departed in her airplane in high spirits, saying she would always remember us. Suzy is restored to full health. This morning, I insisted that she leave and not return for her own safety, as I would have to deal with the King Toad situation on my own, as well as the potential threat of Woodrue. She felt her place was dealing with some aspect of the Infinite Crisis, anyway. She intends to seek out the fugitive Cat-Man, and learn if his "Mockingbird" is indeed our former enemy Lex Luthor. Dangerous though this move might be, it is preferable to the Villains United Society mass jailbreak rumored to us recently by Poison Ivy. I told Suzy I would not summon her again until the Infinite Crisis is over. However, she must stay in contact with Abby and Tefé, for her own peace of mind. She agreed to these terms. After a tearful goodbye, she set out into the world once more. I will miss her, but I cannot let it distract me. If Nerk and Bob are too elusive to be captured or destroyed for the duration of this crisis, then I must must confront the source of this atrocity. I am going to take this wretched matter up with King Toad himself, where he stands subjugated at the Prison Tree.


Next:
King Toad: What A Load.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/king-toad-what-load.html

Miracle Mud.

Sweet Suzy's Salvation Is At Hand...
All It Took Was Her Playful Indulgence
In A Special Mineral Mudbath To Heal Her!

Excellent news! We made our rendevous with our solution to Suzy's sickness this morning. The materials I needed were situated around a spring. Perfect for what I had in mind: developing it into a hot springs mudbath. I asked Lady Blackhawk to accompany Suzy into the mud, as I would saturate too much of it into myself, and the minerals were precious. Zinda Blake remarked that she hadn't done anything like this since she'd gotten stranded alone for two weeks on a deserted hot springs tropical isle in Borneo during the war, as she stripped off her uniform and at once as naked as Suzy, escorted her into the basin of white mud. Suzy was lowered down into and under the mud, instinctively drawing and holding her breath into her mouth.
[as immersion into mud requires this of her, unlike water submersion] Zinda looked over to the nearby lagoon to bathe.
Zinda slipped beneath the muddy ooze as Suzy had,
quite accidentally and amusingly.
Zinda emerged in the mud with an excited "Oh, my God!" and a heathy feminine laugh. She quite enjoyed sharing Suzy's healing mineral mudbath and remained at her side in recreation, as this picture of Lady Blackhawk having a pleasurably fun and memorable time is clear:
Lady Blackhawk. This Bird of Prey enjoys perfect mud in her nest.

The women are bathing one another in the lagoon under the waterfall of this secret safe haven as I type this. It seems we were most successful today. Suzy is much stronger and saner now. I hope there can be a way to resolve the situation with loathsome King Toad's rotten offspring back home. I cannot permit Suzy, Abby, Tefé or anyone else to be harmed by their treachery in Houma or the swamp again. Ah. Here come Suzy and Zinda from the lagoon. Naked, wet, clean and smiling beautiful women. How comforting, this sight.
Now, if only I could find a way to protect the remarkable people who inhabit my life, am I never to be satisfied? I would give anything to be as happy as they are, to put all worry on hold and just enjoy life between the conflicts. Today gave these fortunate, blessed, happy beautiful women the opportunity to do precisely that.


Next:
Farewell To A Friend.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/farewell-to-friend.html

Lady Blackhawk.

Our Pilot. A Bird With A Plane.

Suzy and I met with Zinda Blake, Lady Blackhawk tonight. I had just finished building the runway for her plane. The expert pilot already mapped out the best flight plan to locate and attain the secret location where we need to go, sharing the information with her mysterious employer known only as Oracle.
I will see to it Suzy is unconscious during most of this trip, waking her only for food and water. Before going to sleep in my arms, Suzy assured me she was going to be fine. I will get her the help she needs. I must be confident. Good. I needed that. Lady Blackhawk smiled, welcoming me aboard, adjusting the gyros to accomodate my massive bulk. She was just called in and flew from Washington, D.C. She had to leave the birthday celebration of one of her many lovers,
Patrick Dugan, the hero known as "Stripesy" by most of her friends. She flirted over the radio with Dugan for a long time after take-off, then turned her attention toward getting to know more about me. Unlike most women I've met, she was graciously accepting of me,
and tried several times to strike up a conversation. I'm not one to talk right now. Taking care of Suzy, worrying about Abby and Tefé back home, that's all that concerns me right now. When this mission is successful, my mind be at peace.


Next:
Miracle Mud.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/miracle-mud.html

Suzy's War Wounds.

Yesterday and today have been immensely horrible. My thoughts are filled with pain, outrage, and despair. Suzy spent the previous day seaching the swamps for our hated enemies, Nerk and Bob, to dispatch them from this plane of existence, permanently. Late in the evening she stumbled upon Bob, who begged her not to hurt him. Then distracted and confused, Suzy was viciously attacked by the more murderous creature Nerk, who brutally beat, tortured, and raped her... Nerk then bit the head off a bobcat and spit the blood in her face. By the time I reached her, the monstrous bastards who hurt her were long gone again. Leaving me to tend poor Suzy's grievous wounds, which were gruesomely poisoned with huge amounts of toad venom and badly infected. Suzy cried and begged my forgiveness for letting them get away. I told her, don't be afraid, everything would be all right. Suzy settled down and calmly insisted her wounds be documented. She still denies having been raped during the assault, even over a full day later. This is not a good sign, but I must overlook it. Only Suzy's health concerns me. She is the last surviving Black Orchid and must not die or come to further harm.

This is how Suzy looked last evening before sundown.


This is Suzy after I had healed her wounds the next day, seated in the same position. The gash above her left eye was severe, so I could not completely remove it just yet.


Suzy after sunset again. Her eyes can no longer emit steam to regulate her body heat. A minor nuisance for now, but one that could be a serious problem in the next few days.


An hour ago. Suzy's showing early signs of toxination. She is also physically weak, her hair lies normally in its full weight, her mind is slowly drifting into madness.

She must be taken to a place where she can be cured by anti-toxin composition that I must replicate. I cannot disclose the name of this place, but we must go there now. I summoned Tefé, who promptly left us upon hearing Suzy's request and memorizing a phone number. I assume Tefé is attempting to contact the expert pilot Suzy is asking for, a woman named Zinda Blake. Suzy is the dearest, sweetest friend I've ever had. She is part of our family. Abby and Tefé love her as much as I. To lose her would be unthinkable. I will see Suzy through this. She will live. She simply has to survive, as she ever has. She must!


Next:
Lady Blackhawk.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/lady-blackhawk.html

Life Goes On As The Infinite Crisis Continues.

Black Orchid returned from her duties elsewhere this morning. She was saddened and angrily upset to learn of Abby's gruesome ordeal. Suzy wanted Nerk and Bob's heads. I had to coax her priorities to attain her latest report. As can clearly be seen in the darkness of the sky every night, there are parallel Earths filling our plane of existence. Many have already obliterated, already a report has gone out that a new Anti-Monitor has arisen to challenge the young Luthor, namely his former companion, the Superboy of Earth-Prime. Also, and most unsurprisingly, Nightshade has disappeared once more, just after cutting her hair and donning her traditional garb in preparation for a church mass for the fallen heroes, of all things. This would stand to reason everyone else Luthor had claimed would be back under his thrall, even the Earth-2 displaced Power Girl should have returned to this world by now, after a brief respite however confusing it may have been. Speaking of Earth-2, Wonder Woman and Superman have gone there, perhaps to extract the Justice Society, who in their own minds have only just arrived on that manufactured world due to the time distortion there. Or perhaps there was another reason. I have quite enough to deal with on this Earth, than to have to try to grasp what is happening on another. What matters is that apparently no one knows Luthor's secret location, save perhaps select members of the Titans. Suzy was about to join the Titans and offer her full support, when I summoned her here instead. Now Suzy is intent upon hunting down our errant frog-like folk-tale foes locally, while I attempt to retain a firmer grasp upon the Green once more.
With Black Orchid on the case, her grim determination to wreak vengeance upon them, I rather expect Nerk and Bob permanently dispatched into the netherworld or Hell to which they will belong, before the daylight hours have passed.


Next:
Suzy's War Wounds.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/suzys-war-wounds.html

Confrontation Against Abominations.

Nerk's Hand. My Prize "Catch" of The Morning.
Hardly Worth The Effort.

This morning, as the Infinite Earths faded from the sky with the coming of dawn, my mind became lucid once more. Nerk and Bob were not far, I pursued them with a vengeance. Using the swamp against them, I had them cornered in a rustic glade, later this morning. Nerk took the offensive, while "Sissy Bob" lived up to his name again and skirted his way hastily into the realm of stories, only to be forced to materialize elsewhere in the swamp. Well, I will deal with him later. For now though, I've dealt Nerk, the guilty slayer of his victim Candy Taylor, a setback most considerable. After striking several blows to the one-eyed night terror with my fists, I unleashed a shock of plow-wood into the creature's right hand, severing it.
The monster howled in pain at its bloodshed, it's imminent slaying at my hand was inevitable. But then, it too attempted to flee this plane, only to be extracted back into this swamp by the dead storyteller's indominatable magic. Out of my reach, or pattern of search. The swamp is simply too big. I dare not use the full scope of my powers, due to Alexander Luthor's continuous meddling of an infinite number of realities. Nor am I able to confront the young divergent Luthor directly for this reason. This situtation is becoming most frustrating. The monsters' escape of the policemen's bullets last night, now this.
I imagine Nerk's lost hand has already begun to grow back, making our fierce battle a rather futile one. I have summoned Black Orchid to continue the pursuit of these monsters, as I attempt to stablize the swamp, in so doing, the complete implementation of my abilities. The struggle for control continues, but my resolve in the matter remains precisely the same. In the end I assure you, I will not be denied!


Next:
Life Goes On As The Infinite Crisis Continues.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-goes-on-as-infinite-crisis.html

Damn It All To Hell...

Abby had a crisis of her own tonight. I cannot help but feel partially responsible for this terrible night of suffering and loss at Houma Women's Center. Last night, Nerk and Bob, two of the dead storyteller's aberrations were lombasted by their forebear King Toad, whom I had confronted before, into dire transgression to superceed my abiding influence. The two monstrosities were provoked to use Abby as leverage as a hostage, or perhaps to be given worse! Unaware of this dismal development, I spent those very same pre-dawn hours creating a lush garden for Abby in her backyard this morning, before heading back to the swamp to spend the rest of the day. She was most impressed by it. Abby's day went uneventfully and she began her graveyard shift late this evening. Nerk and Bob had stalked Abby to her established working edifice, as the setting of the sun had already drawn them out. Oblivous to the danger, Abby set about her working standard. She conversed with "Candy" Taylor, a teenaged runaway having experienced New Orleans the hard way, finding it bigger than expected, and not so easy. Abby sees hope for nearly everyone and sought to direct Candy toward a light of sorts. Abby would put the homeless girl up for the night, perhaps a vain attempt to sway the girl from prostitution dependance. As moonlight shone in an unclouded and star-filled night sky, the other women on duty had filed over to the emergency crisis hotline. Uninsured against further migraine aggression, Abby was depleted from grueling phoneline service. Her new position as the doctor's assistant pays well enough so she doesn't mind the change of venue, she has said. Then, the travesty took place. The two monsters crashed into the office, seizing Abby and Candy. At this moment, my attention was in considerably mad trevails of its own, as a myriad of universal divergencies filed unforgiveably upon our own reality, in a carnival parade of consummate transgression upon all of us. It was then that Alexander Luthor's mad plan to intiate absolute control over his theoretically-posited "perfect" Earth took effect. Thousands of different Earths filled the sky tonight, the onslaught of various Greens of divergent realities touching our own was enough to halt the adeptness of even my powers. As a dire result, Abby's psychic telepathic cry upon this Earth for my help went completely unheard... and what followed went horribly unanswered. The results were disastrous. Abby called the police, then bravely fought to protect herself and Candy from the invading monsters. But after using a letter opener, a chair, and even gauging out one of the larger creature's eyes using only her bare hands to ward off the assault of her monstrous attackers, the larger one turned on the defenseless girl. Now standing over the partially devoured corpse of her young friend, Abby stood vengefully outraged to fight these monsters alone, to duel them to the death! That is when the two rookie Houma policemen she had summoned burst into the doctor's office, opening fire blindly at the fleeing creatures. Abby and the dead girl that she had failed to protect were taken to the hospital, the half-eaten bloody corpse she cradled so despairingly had to be torn by paramedics and hospital staff from Abby's desperately fierce grasp. When Tefé was finally allowed to visit Abby, she found her mother wouldn't speak. Abby whispered lowly in resign. She repeatedly asked herself, "Why?" Why, indeed? I weep for Abby, for her friend, for us all. This night we have lost more of life's meaning than I can possibly describe. War, revenge are always like that. I remember this now...


Next:
Confrontation Against Abominations.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/confrontation-against-abominations.html