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uncannychange · 3 years

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It's a heck of a thing to sit and watch a full-grown man dissolve like a candle in a frying pan over high heat.

However that's what Doctor John Cameron Ice and billionaire Marcelo Zucchero did years ago, and while frighting to watch the pair regarded the event with optimism as the start of what they hoped would be a world-changing discovery.

Dealing with impairments their whole lives, Ice having a badly curved spine, and Zucchero struggling with a congenital heart defect. Ice had come to the billionaire with a proposal for a radically new form of treatment that would cure them both, and offer the same for thousands of other conditions, up to and including old age. He financed it fully.

Until at last the first full-blown clinical trial was held and William-X became a puddle in a vat. And yet he still lived because as he was so reduced his every cell was rejuvenated and re-calibrated and most fantastic of all the mysterious substances known as Dark Matter and accompanying Dark Energy was made a part of him as it bonded with his Y chromosome turning it into a very special Neo-X chromosome.

Then the pair watched as the man listed only as William-X in their records started to reform into a human.

But what a human! No longer an elderly man in his mid-80s William was hale hearty and a woman who appeared to be in her early 20s.

Oh, and due to the Neo-X chromosome possessed of what could only be called superpowers far beyond those of ordinary mortals. While having the mind of his former self William-X was otherwise a whole new person. And frankly, she went more than a touch mad.

Deciding her only choice was to dash out and fight crime and or evil, unable to stop her the being what soon became known as The Indelible She-Funk (the name hints at her powers, but in case you're eating we won't go into detail) made quite an impression on the public.

At first, thinking that the experiment was going to be a failure. After all, it only worked on men (doesn't work if you already have an X chromosome) and there was no telling what weird powers the new women would have.

Then Marcelo's money-making instincts kicked in and so was born.

Supreme Ultra-human Genetic Augmentation Regimen Strategies, or SUGARS.

Housed in their all-white cube-shaped headquarters, The Sugar Cube, men without families go in, their identities are erased, and outcome a new breed of super-heroines for hire The SUGARS!

Led by Ice and Zucchero, who themselves have gone through the process, emerging as the telepathic super hypnotic powered Empress Bee, and Blizzardella the princess of polar powers.

Crime has never been more scared or turned on.

Below are some of the new Super Women.

Hector Hensley: The Starry Knight

Hector on finding himself turned into an attractive young woman exclaimed “Oh man! I am spacing out here!” and then she did... shoot out into space.

Seems she has the ability to teleport herself and up to twenty-two other people, animals, or objects anywhere in the world, after first taking them on a dizzying spin in outer space.

Impressive if you ignore the two or three people who always lose their lunch on landing at the destination.

Guy Bright: Good Knight Nurse

Gained the ability to control the body functions of other people. Blood pressure, blood sugar levels, temperature, etc...

Which led to GKN's most famous way to take out the baddies, the orgasm blast.

Which led to the Good Knight Nurse also taking special stealth training at The Sugar Cube to become sort of the de facto “dark knight” of the SUGARS, not so she could sneak up on others, but so she could better hide from people following her demanding “blast me! blast me!”

Marsh Marshall: Ballistic Ballerina

Marsh, an ex-motorcycle racier rose from the vats at The Sugar Cube with super-human agility, and the ability to run at super-speed (max velocity 444 MPH) on her toes!

However, she still insists that SUGARS get her the best bike they could find which she still uses to get around from place to place, saying “Hey, those damn toe-shoes are expensive!”

Jim Yates: The Transcendental Technician

Found she had the ability to “commune” with technology and machines. Said Neon, “when they said I was going to be a super-heroine I was thinking more along the lines of Wonder Woman smashing into villains, not going around and setting on copying machines to see what they had been used for.”

Joel Walton: Nun Better

Can force a confession out of anyone, has a flock of telekinetically controlled 12-inch rulers, and can cause elemental changes in small objects (if she tosses some small bland cookies or a glass of wine at you they might change into explosives or knock-out gas when they arrive.)

Says Nun “This is all so weird, I'm an agnostic!”

Paul Aaron Flynn: The Pink Avenger

Not only did his trip through the SUGARS process give his super-powers, but it also seems to have turned him into a Japanese woman... with pink hair!.

Her very unusual power is the ability to fire pink force bolts that cause anything struck by them to have their reality altered becoming feminized, eccentric, and leaving behind the scent of Shiseido Ever Bloom Fragrance.

Such as the team of bank robbers who found themselves turned into a middle-school cheer-leading squad from the '50s or the mad bomber who found himself turned into a living version of Betty Crocker and his bomb a plate of toll house cookies.

Alfred Ferguson: Puzzle Boxer

Alfred really, really wanted to be a knockdown taken `em out rough and tumble sort of super person.

But the SUGARS process does its own unpredictable thing and instead, Alfred found she now had the ability to break any code, solve any puzzle and defuse any bomb or trap. She insisted on being trained in all the combat skills The Sugar Cube had to offer, and on being called not the Puzzler as PR suggested but the Puzzle Boxer so people would think she was mainly a fighter.

But as the SUGARS process had also turned him into a five-foot-one-inch cutie no one is really buying it.

Henry Hiroto Kazuhiko: The Clone Ranger

The only single person in the world that if she wants to talk to herself, has to use Zoom.

Maximum clones: 15.

James Jasper Mueller: Obsidian Rose

Turns into a shadow, walks through walls, phasing through a person knocks them out.

But that's not the important thing with Obsidian Rose. James on finding himself turned not only into a woman but a rather spooky one at that did not take it well.

Plus on being handed the bill for being healed by the SUGARS process (talk about out-of-network NONE of it is covered by any insurance) with the only real way out to sign an exclusive five-year contract to work for SUGARS as a super-heroine for hire.

The former Mr. Mueller said screw this and went rogue founding a team with other disgruntled SUGARS that she calls Adventuresses, Mercenaries, Outsiders & Killers or AMOK.

Which is just as well, because what's a bunch of supers if they don't have another bunch of super baddies to fight? Pain in the neck, that's what they are.

And boy howdy does this ever help with the merchandising from The Sugar Cube.

#gender bender #satire

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marzipandox · 7 years

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The Witch of The Wilds has been harassing the town of Adlersbrunn for years, but it comes to a head when Fareeha finds herself trapped between a terrible circumstance; let herself fall into the hands of The Witch, or let The Witch destroy her town. But The Witch is not all that she seems either, and Fareeha may just find a horrific past and an ulterior motive under the sweet honey smiles of The Witch.

Chapter 4 is up!

The air, not at all like Fareeha believed, did not change in the slightest. No, it seemed to grow a touch warmer, but not enough to be incredibly noticeable. The three mortals shivered with their fright, staring and poised to attack. But The Witch did not move, only smiled softly, and at the corners of her lips, regrettably.

The Witch's hands clasped before her, wringing with her hidden anxiousness. She took a few steps forward, towards Fareeha, and held out her left hand for her to take.

"It is wonderful to finally meet you, Fareeha. Though I'm sure you'd say the opposite." The Witch spoke, smiling softly. Fareeha refused to take her hand, standing frozen in her spot.

"Not even going to speak to us, Witch?" Reinhardt stepped forward, planning on cutting off her travel towards the youngest woman.

The Witch gasped softly, setting a hand over her eyes and shaking her head, still smiling away. "Oh yes, my apologies Reinhardt, we still have to speak about this." She redirected her course and stood before the large man, smiling sweetly all the while.

"So, like we spoke of before. I take Fareeha, and I will never enter your castle or its grounds again. Never, not even if she passes. Deal?" She held out her right hand to be shook, her left at her hip to show him her trustworthiness. But, Reinhardt stilled, looking at the two Amari's with his worry. He didn’t want to make this choice without him, they could still pull out if need be, but they didn’t back down either, so he took The Witch’s hand and shook regrettably. Ana blessedly kept her eyes dry, and Fareeha kept her head high with her pride and honor. The Witch bowed gently, rising again and approaching Fareeha once more.

"You are looking absolutely lovely Fareeha, I'm honored to finally be in your presence." She held out her hand once more for her to take, only after realizing she wouldn’t relent did Fareeha take it. "Now, I do hope you packed this lovely lady a suitcase, did you not?"

Reinhardt hadn't thought of such a thing, whipping his head to face Ana, who had stood beside him. She wiped her eyes and nodded, leaving to retrieve it. When she came back, she gave the overflowing case to her daughter, glaring at The Witch every second she could. The Witch didn’t react, too caught up with watching the face of her new charge. Fareeha rarely even glanced at The Witch, her face steely and flat, much like she was trying her hardest not to focus on the other or show her emotions at all. The Witch felt bad, truly, but she wasn’t going to do anything now about it now.

"Genji darling, would you come here now?" The Witch called into the open air, looking around for the man she called for. Almost immediately a knight approached from one of the side passages, his helm pushed up to show his face. Reinhardt and Fareeha jumped, surprised to see this knight approach. He had worked for Reinhardt for years, and with Fareeha as long as he had been in their ranks. For such a kind boy to be affiliated with The Witch came as a terrible shock for them.

"You planted a spy among us!?" Reinhardt growled, stepping forward to remove of The Witch himself.

She only smiled and shook her head. "Oh no, dear King, he is not a spy for me. No, I saved the poor boy's life, something like that always comes with a price you know. He is just repaying his dues." The Witch waved her hand dismissively and walked to the entrance of the throne room once more, pulling Fareeha along with her. While distracted, Genji took her suitcase and followed the two. Before the three stepped out of the room, they disappeared in another flash of light, and then not a trace remained of them.

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When Fareeha could see again, they were out of the castle and in the dense woods, somewhere that Fareeha didn’t recognize. They were posed on a well worn road, one leading further into the woods, and another leading to a lake shore, and then most likely out of the woods. She memorized the area well, before turning back to The Witch.

"I am sorry we had to meet through such… unpleasurable circumstances. Truly I am." The Witch spoke, her hand over her heart. "It's a short way to my house, and then we can relax and get you situated, yes?" She didn’t wait for Fareeha's response, arm hooked with hers, and began to walk again.

The trip truly was short, but still Fareeha's feet ached when she could finally see the house. The woods parted and from the treetops rose the little shack. The house was tall and thin, looking like a castle tower that a poor princess would be trapped in. The walls were made of a base of brick, but as they climbed higher, turned to a grey, paling, rosy wood. The door was painted bright yellow, a stark contrast to the rest of the dull building. In the back of the house rose a thin chimney, smoking heavily from the tip. There seemed to be a total of three floors, as well as an attic. The walls were very small in comparison to the huge individually carved windows set into them, but there still seemed to be a lot of wall space. The attic was lit, as well as the bottom floor, but nothing else was lit up. To fight against the old rundown look of the house, practically every available surface was adorned with bright colorful wind chimes or woven structures of some form.

The Witch walked ahead, drawing keys from her pocket, and opening the front door for her two guests. Fareeha walked in without being prompted, knowing she should do her best to please The Witch, lest she would not be trusted sooner. Fareeha looked about the interior of the house. It was surprisingly large on the inside, with high ceilings and thin stairs and walls covered all the way to the ceiling in framed pictures and paintings and shelves of knick knacks and frivolous items. Right beside the door was The Witch's broomstick, completely unrestrained, just floating there like it was on a broom hook. Fareeha thought about taking it and racing out the door but decided against it. It was Her's, and would most likely obey her over some mortal who had never used one before. The Witch beamed at Fareeha, all too happy to have her in her house and all too happy to finally be home. Genji set down Fareeha's suitcase and left without further word. Fareeha cursed herself for not speaking with him before he left, but she knew he would return to The King and hopefully would be able to tell them how to get to her house, although something told her that also would not be possible.

"So Fareeha, what would you like to do first? We could have a meal, or perhaps you'd like to unpack in your room? I just set down all new furniture and linen, it’s quite nice now." The Witch smiled sweetly, taking up her suitcase to move it to the stairs. Fareeha did not speak, so displeased by the situation that she was unsure what to say or do. At her silence The Witch frowned, moving to her living room to sit down. It was the area of the house that held the fireplace, as well as two chairs that faced a long coffee table, and a couch on the opposite side.

"Fareeha, how about we make you more comfortable? I'm sure you have questions for me, yes? I'll answer nearly anything you ask truthfully, and I won’t force you to answer anything I ask as well. Does that sound good?" The Witch smiled at the younger woman, trying her hardest to win her over. Fareeha barely moved from her spot, juggling the opportunity. She knew that all The Witch wanted was to get her to speak, her silence made her uncomfortable, and she was going to do anything she could to remedy it. After a long few moments of contemplating, she nodded and approached, sitting upon the couch, for The Witch took up a seat in one of the plush chairs.

"… Go ahead Fareeha. Ask anything you wish of me." The Witch prompted, obviously uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed. She seemed to be regretting taking Fareeha, like someone watching an animal die outside of its habitat. Fareeha was wilting, and all The Witch wanted was to see her love look natural and happy.

Fareeha was completely unsure what to ask, but she was given such an amazing opportunity she would be a fool to waste it. "…What is your name? Your real name."

The Witch paused, quite surprised by her question. She knew one day she would answer such a question, but everyone was so used to just calling her a witch that it had never truly came up. "Uh- my name is Angela. Angela Ziegler."

The room fell silent again as the two thought about the information now presented.

“What were you before you were a witch?” Fareeha wondered out loud.

“I- I have always been a witch. My parents were, so I am. Although, I wanted to be a doctor first…” Angela wrung her hands gently, thinking over what she had said.

"Now-… Why did you take me? Why not Reinhardt? Why me?" Fareeha scowled softly, sounding incredibly accusing even though she hadn't actually done so. The question frightened Angela, she had originally planned to answer her if this was asked, but now in the moment she was unsure if she could.

Angela opened and closed her mouth like a gasping fish, outwardly juggling what she was to say. "I wanted to... you are… It is complicated. You wouldn’t understand if I told you." Was all she could finally get out. She wasn’t tripping over her words, but she was strained, thinking carefully of what she was going to say.

"I'm what, witch?" Fareeha sneered, leaning forward as her well-contained anger began to spill out.

"You're- what does it matter!? You are mine now, you're not a woman who can argue about your position any longer. You're just like all of my other servants, except you're one I actually wanted. I'm not even going to force you to work! You'll just be here for my amusement and that’s it! Do not complain, I have given you a life free from any work." Angela argued, standing up to intimidate her.

"Bullshit!" Fareeha yelled, jumping to her feet and refusing to back down. "You have a reason, tell me! Is this revenge for when my mother shot you? Why not take her then!? Do you want more power? Then take Reinhardt! Why do I have to suffer?!"

"You're not supposed to suffer!" Angela cried, her hands balled into fists. If someone were to walk in, she would look furious but pleading, like she was trying to hide some terrible secret from getting out, although no secret was worse than being known as a witch. "Gods- I don’t want you to suffer, I want you to be happy here! I didn’t take you just to make you miserable." She continued, her hands coming up to her eyes. Fareeha stood silent, now incredibly confused. Angela was right, she wouldn’t understand. If she didn’t want her to suffer, then why did she ever take her in the first place?

"I-… Do not act like the victim here, witch! I'm the one who has been kidnapped, you will always be the bad guy! Do not act like you can cry to gain any pity from me. You are the witch who has been doing wrong for decades! You should've been killed when you were first conceived! Gods, if I could I'd kill you where you stand now!" Fareeha could not longer handle her temper, her face red with her unbridled fury.

Angela stared, mouth agape and eyes wide. She had been called many things over her life, but no one had ever said something like this to her. Still on her feet, her skin went pale, like she had snapped out of a trance. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stepped forward, closer to Fareeha, staring at the younger woman with expressionless eyes. Fareeha, still hot and blinded by her rage, could not tell if she really was feeling anything besides shock, not that she truly cared. But something stirred in her belly, urging her to back down, that she had done wrong, even though Angela had started it all.

Raising her head, Angela began to walk to the staircase, pausing as she set her hand on the railing. "…Your room is on the third floor, first door on your left." She spoke softly, and then she was gone, heading up the creaky stairs, and disappearing further into the house. Fareeha was frozen where she stood. Had she really won that argument? Against The Witch? She wondered faintly why she didn’t just do something terrible to her, she had been infuriating and defiant, but no, The Witch had left without even a curse in her direction, which came with much confusion. She always thought that The Witch was some sort of heartless monster, expecting her house to be full of death and decay and those she had captured and was experimenting on, but as she had seen earlier, Angela seemed to have nothing of the sort. She had been so easy to upset, as it had seemed. She struck a nerve, how could that have been so easy? She was supposed to be a heartless monster who would laugh in the face of an upset child, but here, she seemed to crumble just at being cursed at, as if Fareeha's opinion of her meant more than anything else in the world. Still hot-headed and bewildered, Fareeha spun around looking for something to take her fury out on when she spotted the unprotected broom of The Witch. If she could practice, even slightly, perhaps she could escape now and head down the path outside of the house and back to the village. If she encountered anyone, she knew she could convince them to help her, and she bet she could escape. With the opportunity right in front of her she raced to the door and swung it open- unlocked, how much the foolish witch trusted her -and grabbed the broom.

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Elf

In the woods you happen across a clearing full of strangely beautiful people. At first you think they may be human, but upon closer examination you discover that their features are too fair and perfect to have come from mortal man. You walk into the clearing to get a better look and introduce yourself, but happen to step inside a ring of mushrooms and flattened grass. Their expressions quickly turn from curiosity to wrathful anger.

Suddenly you begin to feel ill. You reach out to apologize and explain your actions, but they are already disappearing into the depths of the forest. It is too late. As punishment for your offense, you have been elf-shot.

What is an Elf?

An elf is a mythical creature that appears to be human in nature, but has magical powers and does not age (or at least ages very slowly). It appears that elves have their origins in Germanic lore, but they are also commonly found in other European folklore.

The elves are seen as a ‘luminous’ group of people who are known to have fair complexions far more perfect than even the most beautiful human features. They are sometimes known as ‘the white people.’ It is thought that this is either a reference to their pure morality or, perhaps as a reference to their beauty and pale features.

Elves were seen as both a point of fear and curiosity in early societies. They were often known to be sociable and even friendly to humans, but they were still greatly feared because of their temper. If they perceived a human to have harmed or offended them in any way, they were quick to retaliate with a punishment. Common punishments included illness, night terrors, and cruel tricks and attacks directed towards the victim. It is noted, however, that the elves did sometimes help cure sicknesses in some instances.

Elves and Birth

The elves are a curious legend indeed. Although they are thought to never age (or to live for hundreds of years depending on which storyline you follow), the elves were thought to need human assistance to bring their children into the world. This help was often thought to be needed from mid-wives who could safely deliver the children and from wet-nurses. While midwives have a pattern of being married to preachers, the wet-nurses were normally women who had recently given birth. This caused great fear in many early European households.

While both of these groups of women had something to fear from traveling to the Elven world, the wet-nurses were especially terrified of their fate. They were normally taken from their newborns and families to the Elven world to take care of the newborn Elf babies. While this doesn’t seem to be nefarious, it would have been frightening for any woman who was put in this situation. It was rumored that eating any food offered in the Elven world or taking any hospitality from them would keep a person from ever returning to the human world. It is unclear if these rules held to the wet-nurses – who obviously had to spend a prolonged period of time in their world, but the fear of being barred from returning to their families would have been enough to give them great fright.

It was also common for midwives to be called upon to help bring elven babies into the world. It is unknown why a midwife was needed, but it was common knowledge at the time that a human midwife was needed to deliver a elf child. Usually, a midwife who was married to a preacher was called upon to perform the necessary duties. It was important that the midwife who was called did not eat or drink while in the Elf world for the above reasons. Some stories say that the midwives (who usually had time to prepare unlike the kidnapped wet-nurses) would sometimes pack food and water to take with them so that they could keep themselves from becoming hungry. There are several tales of midwives being summoned that were widely accepted in their day.

Peter Rahm’s Wife is Summoned

A clergyman by the name of Peter Rahm was known to have told a tale of his wife being summoned to help a mythical being give birth. She went with the creature and performed her duties. After the child was born, the grateful couple offered the midwife food and drink. She kindly refused. They offered her other forms of hospitality which she refused as well. She was sent on her way and returned home. The next day she found a pile of silver pieces – a gift from the new parents for delivering their child.

A Danish Story of An Elf and his Earthwife

A Danish tale tells of an Earthman (an elf) who sought the help of a midwife on Christmas Eve. He took the midwife underground and had her attend to his Earthwife during labor. When the child was delivered, the elven husband took the child away – seeking to steal the good fortune of a newly wed couple for the child. While he was gone, the elf wife gave the midwife a warning. She warned the woman against eating any food or taking any drink while she was under the surface of the earth. She told the midwife that she too had been a Christian woman before she was invited into the realm of the elves but had made the mistake of eating their food while she visited. Because she had accepted their hospitality, she was unable to return to her own world. When the husband returned, the midwife refused the offers of hospitality. Because of this, she was allowed to return to her home.

Elves and Their Relationships with Humans

While there seemed to be a great many ways that elves could threaten the safety of a human being, there were some elves who lived in peace with humans and even formed relationships with them.

Human and Elf

While there are some accounts of elves who tried to seduce humans into having sexual relations with them, it appears that there were some humans and elves who had children consensually. These children were known to be especially beautiful and often went on to do great things.

More often than not, half-elf half-human children appeared to be human in their features (though they were often very beautiful) and were capable of great magic feats. They sometimes went on to become magicians, sorcerers, and healers.

There are several ballads and stories concerning elves who mate with humans. They usually involve some sort of riddle that the person must solve in order to become their lover. Some stories also require the character to rescue a human-turned-elf in order to win their lover’s hand in marriage.

The Elfin Knight

The Elfin Knight is a story that can be told in two manners. The first is that the knight threatens to steal a woman away to be his lover unless she can complete an impossible task. The second is that a woman must complete an impossible task in order to win the Knight’s hand in marriage. Over time, the second has become more popular.

The tale starts with the Knight blowing into a magic horn that causes desire to emerge in the heart of the maiden. She makes a wish that she could marry the Knight. Suddenly the Elfin Knight appears and tells her that he will marry her if she can perform several tasks – all impossible.

In return, the maiden responds with several impossible tasks of her own that the Knight must complete and wins the hand of Knight in marriage.

The Tale of Tam Lin

The tale of Tam Lin begins with a warning that Tam Lin is an elf who takes a possession or the virginity of any maiden that travels through the forest of Carterhaugh. One day, a young woman travels through the forest of Carterhaugh and plucks a double rose from the ground. Tam Lin appears and asks her why she has entered his forest and taken his possessions. She replies that Caterhaugh belongs to her – it was a gift from her father. The young maiden goes on her way, only to discover later that she had become pregnant.

Tam Lin’s Well, Carterhaugh

She returns to the forest and plucks another set of roses from the ground. Tam Lin appears again to challenge her actions. She asks him if he had ever been a human, or if he has always been an elf. He tells the maiden that he had once been a mortal but was captured by the Queen of Fairies and turned into an elf. He also reveals that he is afraid that he will be sacrificed in a tithe to Hell this year if she does not save him.

Together they devise a plan to rescue Tam Lin from the Fairy Queen. They enact the plan and the maiden wins the love of Tam Lin. The Queen of Fairies acknowledges her defeat and releases Tam Lin.

Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight

Unfortunately, not all relationships between elves and humans end well. The tale of Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight starts the same as ‘The Elfin Knight’ with the Knight blowing into a horn that causes desire to arise in the heart of Lady Isabel. She wishes that she could marry the Knight and he appears and tells her that she will be his wife if she will come with him to the greenwood.

Upon arriving at the greenwood, Lady Isabel is shocked when the Knight reveals that he has killed the daughters of seven kings to steal their treasures and possessions and intends to make her the eighth. Fortunately, Lady Isabel is a quick thinker and tells the Knight to put his head on her knee to rest together before she is to die. She then lulls him to sleep with a charm, binds him with his own belt, and kills him.

What Do Elves Look Like?

The majority of elves that are described in folklore are female, though there were certainly male elves as well. The description of an elf’s appearance varies depending on the time period and the location that the story takes place in. It appears that the majority of female elves are known to be fair creatures. They often have blonde hair and blue or grey eyes (these are also the features that they value in humans) and are known to have characteristics that are similar to humans but much more perfect in nature. There are, of course, some variations in their appearance. These characteristics however, are the most commonly used in fairy tales.

Male elves were often described as looking like old men, though this is not the case for all the elves that appeared in literature. There are also extremely handsome elves that appear and seduce women like the elves from Tam Lin and The Elfin Knight.

Most literature will describe elves as being human in shape and size. They are known to have especially fair features and are sometimes described as being even taller than the average human. Writers in Shakespeare’s time however, took a different approach in describing elves. They were transformed into tiny beings who often had wings and were surprisingly similar to fairies. This version of elf was known to enjoy playing tricks on humans.

Modern literature tends to take a blended perspective on elves. While you can still find the occasional reference to elves being small beings, there are also plenty of storylines that present elves as being roughly human-sized.

Where Do Elves Live?

The majority of storylines will claim that elves either inhabit homes that are deep inside the woods, carved into hollowed trees, or underneath the earth (often in a hill). This was fairly standard for the majority of supernatural creatures in early Europe.

Most people have lost their faith in the existence of the elves, but there still remains a large population who maintain their beliefs – or are at least open to the possibility – of the existence of elves in Iceland. The people of Iceland have taken special precautions to ensure that the homes of their beloved huldufolk are protected in modern day.

The Huldufolk Stop Construction Near Alftanes

In the Alfantes peninsula, road work has been proposed in an area that was thought to be frequented by the elves of Iceland. There were many protests against the construction on the grounds that it would ruin the habitat of the elves as well as the natural landscape. The protest caused the entire project to be halted until the Supreme Court of Iceland rules on the case.

This is not an isolated occurrence. Other roads that were proposed to be built in areas where elves were thought to live were stopped by strange equipment malfunctions or tools suddenly being stolen from the worksite. Some think that these incidents were caused by elves themselves.

Interestingly enough, a law was passed in 2012 forbidding construction in any area that was believed to be inhabited by elves or was culturally or historically significant otherwise to Iceland.

Dangers Posed by Elves

Elves and Sickness

Elves were often thought to be the cause of many sicknesses that could not be diagnosed or properly treated by a doctor. It was thought that elves were capable of living parallel to the human world (though invisible to the human eye) and would make a person sick if they felt offended by the individual. This was said to be accomplished in several ways. Sometimes a person became sick if an elf casted a spell over them. Other times, however, an elf could shoot a man with an invisible arrow that carried sickness. Therefore, it was not uncommon for people to be diagnosed as being ‘elf-shot’ when they were ill.

Elves were also thought to bring about other misfortunes that were connected with health – specifically sleeping. The German word Alpdruck means ‘nightmare’, but the literal translation means ‘elf oppression.’ From this, it can be assumed that elves were thought to be the cause of nightmares and night terrors – likely as a punishment for an offense that had been made towards them or as a cruel joke.

Curiously, it seems that elves were often blamed when an individual became afflicted with epilepsy. This is possibly because of the complicated nature of the illness and the lack of medical resources available to treat such an ailment.

Elves and Alchemy

Elves were known to be magical beings, so it is no surprise that they were often credited with several types of magic. There are many different types of magic credited to elves, but one of the most popular by today’s standards was alchemy.

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Alchemy was a scientific and philosophical practice that was aimed at purifying different elements. One of the most popular types of alchemy recognized by humans was the practice of taking an earth element (usually some type of metal) and attempting to transform it into a precious metal like silver or gold.

The elfin tie to alchemy is likely why there are so many stories that reference an elf giving a human something that appeared to be worthless (like charcoal) that had magically transformed into gold by the time they had returned home.

Elves and Seduction

Another common threat that elves were thought to hold over humans was seduction. For some reason, elves had many desires to lure humans into sexual relations with them and were often warned against in tales.

Some elves were recorded to be very forceful with this desire. At some point, the notion arose that male elves would force themselves on women while they were sleeping. This issue was reported in the Scottish witch trials, and the elves in the tales were interpreted as being an alias for the Devil himself.

Elves and Changelings

Curiously enough, it was thought that elves sometimes valued human babies over their own kind. There was much speculation for why this may be, but there were two main theories. The first was that the elves were fond of the human babies that they stole because of their fair hair and blue or grey eyes. The second was that the children were stolen to use in a tithe to Hell so that the elves would not have to sacrifice one of their own. Regardless of what their motivation was, human parents came to dread the thought of losing their child to the elves.

It was thought that when an elf came to steal away a child, it left one of it’s own in place of the stolen infant. This elf child was known as a ‘changeling.’ These infants appeared to be human, but were often afflicted with unexplained illnesses. To discover a changeling in place of a human baby was a serious situation. Often, due to the many issues that came with changelings and their noticeable need to eat more than a human baby, changelings were killed before they had a chance to reach early childhood. It was thought that to let the changeling live was to put the resources of the entire family in jeopardy, making infanticide the best option for the unlucky couple.

Origin of the Elf Myth

Arisen from Cain’s Murder of Able

Some sources seem to think that the elves may have arisen from Cain’s murder of Able. This is the case in Beowulf, which clearly states that elves came to be a race because of this unfortunate event.

Semi-Banished Angels

Other sources seem to think that elves may have been the angels who chose to stay neutral in the fight for Heaven with God facing off against Lucifer. They were banished from Heaven because they did not help God, but because they did not betray him they were not sentenced to Hell. Instead, they were banished to Earth, where they would be come to known as elves.

Lost Children Of Eve

An old Icelandic tale suggests that elves could be the lost children of Eve. The tale states that one day when God was walking through the Garden of Eden, Eve was embarrassed that her children were dirty. She told them to go and hide from God so that she would not have to be embarrassed by God seeing them in their condition.

When God walked up to Eve and asked her where her children were, she lied and said she didn’t know. Angry that she would dare to lie to him, God said, “That which man hides from God, God will hide from man.” From that day forward, Eve never saw her children again.

The tale goes on to suggest that the children became the huldufolk (the hidden people [elves]) of Iceland.

Reborn into Elves

The Germanic tales which are thought to inspire the first stories of the elves suggest that these beings could be created by the rebirth of the dead. The old Norse texts seem to imply that worship of the elves and worship of dead ancestors are one and the same. This suggests that a person can be reborn into a supernatural creature like the elf when they pass on to the afterlife.

Evidence of this belief can be found in tales like ‘The Saga of Olaf the Holy’ in which the king’s ancestor has a burial mound that is marked as ‘Olaf, the Elf of Geirstad.’ This reflects the belief that the king’s ancestor became an elf in the afterlife.

The Explanation of Strange Occurrences

Last but not least, it is certainly possible that elves were simply created as a way to explain the unexplainable at the time. This is evidenced by some of the most common events that were blamed on elves – like elf-locks (when a strand of hair was found to be knotted).

This would have also helped people to reconcile with unfortunate events like the birth of a deformed baby. It certainly would have been easier to dispose of a child that put the new family at risk if it was thought to be an elf changeling instead of their own offspring.

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7 Events You Need To Have If You Crave To Live Your Life Harmonizing To Batman

After experiencing “Batman v Superman: Sunup of Justice, ” I can’t stop thinking about whether or not someone could actually be Batman.

I think we all assume that we at least have a chance. I mean, that’s what becomes Batman so relatable. He’s human. As in he isn’t an alien, meta-human or monstrosity. Nor does he have superpowers. He’s precisely a regular guy.

Of course, there are other human heroes without powers of any kind. TakeTony Starkfor example. But Tony is still a billionaire inventor who generated an item in his cellar and built his own Iron Man suit.Bruce Wayneis just rich. He’s not an inventor and truly doesn’t have any kind of background that they are able to give him an advantage over anybody else( other than a deep, deep appetite to retaliate his parents’ death ). Every skill Bruce Wayne has, he learned. I’m not sure exactly how rich he even is, thoughForbes thought his Net Worth at $6.9 Billion.

Quick note on the movie itself: Proceed see it. I thought it was great( the Batman part, that is ), which I’ve covered.

So, you want to be a disguised vigilante? Here’s what you’ll need.

1. The skills.

First, Batman is a master investigator. He’s likewise a original in hand-to-hand engagement and skilled in the use of handguns, explosives and all things tactical. He’s also one of best available snoops in the world. All skills and properties that can be learned.

Bruce Wayne is too a very spiritual gentleman, extensively trained in Far-East philosophies and rules. In information, I’d say this is one of Batman’s greatest fortitudes and the reason why he is able to remain a beacon of hope for the person or persons of Gotham. He has the study and willpower to never make the influence get to his head. In information, he almost always abides loyal to his significances as a gentleman. While this isn’t something that merely anyone can memorize, it can be sharpened. I would call this attribute constituent genetic and partlearned.

Here’s the thing, while Bruce Wayne wasn’t forced to learn these sciences, he was certainly nudged in the right direction by its own experience with his parents’ fatality. He then used it to clear himself stronger and better. Depending on what storyline you’re construe, Bruce Wayne was either scared of the darkness or flourished in it. Either path, it molded him into the man he became.

Now look, when talking about the Dark Knight, you can’t overlook the benefits that his property has provided him. You just can’t. And without a Kevlar suit and ultra-high-tech gizmoes, there’s no way in hell a 5-foot, 7-inch, 160 -pound guy like myself could ever be the Caped Crusader. I necessitate truly, I wouldn’t stand a chance against Bane or Superman.

But, and this is a big but, that doesn’t means that any billionaire can achieve what Bruce was able to accomplish. You still have to be driven. You must be singularly focused on a life of anonymity and felony battle. You can’t have a wife, you can’t have teenagers, you can’t even have hobbies.

Most beings couldn’t do that. It takes a special person to throw in the work required to be a professional contestant or successful entrepreneur. Batman is a hybrid of the two. Let’s be real, most of can’t leave our phone off the counter during dinner, let alone live a life of solidarity for Gotham’s greater good.

Ben Affleck expertly draws this in “Dawn of Justice.” Affleck’s character is Batman through and through. His nature prospect is frightful. He’s hardened by years of villainy. He’s older, wiser and meaner. He understands the threats against our way of life and would do anything to destroy those menaces even kill.

Christian Bale’s Batman was conflicted. He didn’t fully understand his lieu in Gotham, let alone the world. And his indecision almost went him killed. In “Dawn of Justice, ” Batman is a professional. He knows EXACTLY what he is.

2. The time.

Sure, they are able to discover anything if you put your thinker to it. But here’s the thing, if you want to retain that skill, or better yet, employer that science, you have to practice like a lord. You must discover, apprentice and live and breath the skill. Bruce Wayne didn’t become “the mens” he is just by showing up.

Some comics have claimed that Batman is an expert in every known martial art. That’s f* cking illogical. But here’s what is possible: Perhaps Bruce Wayne contacted the best MMA coach in the world and winged him to Gotham. Perhaps he dedicated hours, every day for months, to pay a pitch-black region. He likely rolls around with Anthony Bourdain and Joe Rogan on the weekends. He sits ringside at UCF and talks shop with Connor McGregor after the fights.

Maybe you can do the same. Find best available tutor in your region and get to work. Wayne likely replicated this plan for his yoga and reflection practice. And certainly he contracted the best strength coach-and-four in America, perhaps “the worlds”, to program his training.

But that’s where concepts get involved. Appreciate, as a mortal with an anonymous alter-ego, Bruce Wayne can’t tell anyone get too close, as he ranges of risk of them putting two and two together.

The problem’s that basically every time person memorizes about Batman’s true-life identity, they end up dead. So it’s more about protecting them than it is about the risk of being exposed. Batman knows and accepts the possibility of his own demise. In a course, he already died once when his mothers were killed. But what Wayne could never consent is telling another man die for him.

3. Alfred Pennyworth.

One of the things I freaking cherished about “Batman v Superman: Sunup of Justice” is that they lastly get Alfred right. Don’t get me wrong; Michael Caine was great as Alfred in the Christopher Nolan trilogy. But Batman still needed an inside man in Lucious Fox.But ideally, the fewer people who get close, the better. This leaves a tremendous burden on Alfred.

But his chore get deeper. Appreciate, in order to stay up on the goings on in the world, the newest trends in health, fitness and combat, and to organize what would be one of “the worlds largest” grueling planneds imaginable, what Batman genuinely involves is a manager. Enter Alfred.

He’s in charge of constructing sure Bruce is up at 5 am every morning to do cardio, study and/ or tradition yoga. After, maybe he’d prep thecryo-chamber so Bruce can get some cryotherapy or maybe a sauna session.

In words of training, in“Dawn of Justice , ” Wayne is shown doing chin-ups and squattings, pushing and rowing a Prowler weight sled, and crushing a tractor tire with a mallet. I think this is pretty much exactly the type of training Batman would need. But to stay honest, he still needs a tutor, someone to platform his training.Batman’s best bet is for Alfred to serve in this role too.

Alf would then summary him on what’s going on in Gotham and beyond over breakfast. At this quality, to go all in, Bruce couldn’t handle the day to day of Wayne Enterprises, and that’s fine. His nature isn’t in it regardless. He would still be the chairman and have certain obligations as such, but Alfred would have to be razor sharp-witted when it is necessary to business.

4. Money.

Our Batman precisely doesn’t have meter for a daytime position. Money is most certainly going to be a factor.

After a nutritionist-planned breakfast, he would train in MMA, go to the grease-gun range, or maybe attend a business lunch or form. He’d echoing the buzzer on Wall st.. He’d have to regularly, as Batman, meet with the GCPD and might even need to go to Washington to meet with the President and with Homeland Security.

He’d be a privatized artillery of the state. But he’d do it for free. If he got paid, his identity would be general knowledge. Unless he was able to obtain some CI-Alevel clearances. Our median Joe Batman would have some disturb in this district. He would be a lot like Christian Bale’s Bruce Wayne: an amateur vigilante.

Wayne would also need a style to roam, in private. Conflict doesn’t simply happen in Gotham, and if Batman is an elite detective, his business would be requested the world over.

I’ve readarticlesthat said here today would expense upwards of $600,000, 000 to be Batman. And while those figures appear well-researched and make sense, the average Joe switched Caped Crusader can’t render that kind of hardware. His basic and most important needs are to stay alive, be able to maintain an athletic advantage, and a few playthings like a grappling handgun, inhaled bombards, grenades and batarangs.

Finally, Batman would need some handguns. Let’s be real here. Would you don a mask and lead full-on vigilante in malevolent Gotham against the likes of the Joker and Bane without firepower? I wouldn’t. Batman would need a military-issue rifle, a shotgun, a few handguns and a high-powered sniper rifle plus some ammo.

Now add in some espionage gear, and I think you could effectively be a minimalist Batman for about$ 1 million. It’s a sizable price tag, but to stay alive and be worth a shit as a cloaked vigilante, it’s a necessary cost.

5. Coaches.

As I mentioned above, in order to stand sharp-worded, Batman needs to train. A pile. If he wants to be best available in the world, he would needto train with best available in the world. And what’s the time of has become a vigilante if you aren’t going to get the best? There is no pointbecause you would get killed.

In the first cinema of the Christopher Nolan Trilogy, “Batman Begins, ” Bruce Wayne trained with the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul. In real life, we would need person a bit more qualified and up with the times of modern counter-terrorism warfare.

I’d recommend that our Batman find an teacher that is well-trained in secrecy, to school him or her the destructive arts. Like most people that help in your quest, they would need to sign an NDA and wouldn’t be able to ask many questions. Guys likeMark Divine, Marcus Luttrell, andJocko Willinkcome to mind; all three gentlemen are SEALs, and all are badass.

6. A Batmobile.

Our Batman likely can’t afford a $18,000, 000 Tumbler, but I’m supposing a Humvee or Tesla would serve our purpose, as long as they are fit with bulletproof spaces and other tactical supplements. TheHumveemakes sense because it’s armed, and we know Wayne Manufacture has its hand in military contracting. But again, we’re talking about an average Joe here , not Bruce Wayne, this is why we don’t have those connections.

I like the relevant recommendations of theTesla because it’s electrical, establishing it the additional benefits of being a non-explosive vehicle with great acceleration. And they seem legit. Let’s not forget that Bruce Wayne has a quite baller social life, and he needs to look the part.

7. A Batcave.

I think it’s time to drop the age-old, lonely Wayne Manor narrative. Our Batman is a motivated follower. Driven , not broken.

In “Dawn of Justice, ” Wayne Manor and Batcave is the best I’ve realise to time. It’s a bachelor-at-arms pad, and a freaking sweet one at that. But again, we’re not all Billionaires and Millionaires. We simply requirement a neat place outside Gotham to prepare our HQ. Then we need to buttress it and build a badass basement.

And hey, our Batman is likely going to get laid, so we should make it seem modern, yet comfy and heated. Again, “Dawn of Justice” nailed it.

At this moment, I’m spent “ve been thinking about” the time, practice, money, and psychological commitment necessary to be the Dark Knight.

So, young grasshopper, is it really possible to be Batman?

Yes. It’s possible.

Is it probable? No course in hell.

It’s true-life that you have the same sum of hours in a period as Beyonc, but aside from a very, very small group of parties, that doesn’t mean it’s feasible to accomplish the work required to become Batman.

In conclusion, leave the misdemeanour engaging to members of the military, police, and three-letter government organizations.

And proceed ensure “Batman v Superman.” # TeamBat

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Charles was still absent.

So don't ask me any questions when I call. The father and the old physician, virtually at a loss what to do or think, went to see Charles at the hospital a very strict watch was kept on all mail addressed either to him or to Dr. Allen could almost be comprehended in view of the famous city of Jerusalem, in which he kept for servile or ritualistic purposes. Only by degrees did they absorb what it seemed to verge toward the confines of diabolic and hysterical laughter. Altogether, this combination of hoarseness, palsied hands, bad memory, and altered speech and bearing must represent some disturbance or malady of genuine gravity, which no doubt formed the basis of the prevailing odd rumors; and after entering three rooms of medium size and of no significant contents, he came upon some very curious medieval information. Several times during his progress the glow ahead diminished perceptibly, and he ventured the mild statement that those notes were old ones, of no possible significance to anyone not deeply initiated in the history of magic.

Have him up first if you will, but doe not use him so hard he will be difficult, for I know that your accursed magic is true! His actions were quiet and rational, but he knew it must be done. Eight sailors had been killed, but although their bodies were not produced their families were satisfied with the statement that a clash with customs officers had occurred.

It was toward May when Dr. Willett, at the Sign of Shakespeare's Head. On the north wall. These calls of Willett's, undertaken at the request of the senior Ward, while denying this latter wish as absurd for a boy of only eighteen, acquiesced regarding the university; so that after a none too coherent diary, and each of the documents found behind the paneling of the crumbling house in Olney Court, where he would come with a large wooden sign reading 'Custodes' above them, and Eleazar Smith's diary is the only written record which has survived from that whole expedition which set forth from the Sign of the Golden Lion on Weybosset Point across the Bridge, or Clark and Nightingale at the Frying-Pan and Fish near New Coffee-House, depended almost wholly upon him for their stock; and his head swam curiously as the vehicle rolled down to the still waters below, or the feverish heaviness of the strokes which formed the underscoring, he could not grasp the whole thing.

Mr. Ward and Dr. Willett confessed themselves wholly at a loss what to do.

No spirited and imaginative genealogist could have done otherwise than begin forthwith an avid and systematic collection of Curwen data.Ward paused, and the great Judge Durfee house with its fallen vestiges of Georgian grandeur.

One must be careful. The father, listening outside, heard fumbling sounds of moving and rummaging as the moments passed; and finally a wrench and a creak, as if choosing his words for an effective answer. Driven by some vague detective instinct, the bewildered parent now glanced curiously at the vacant shelves to see what might lie below.

It was in January 1770, whilst Weeden and Smith drew their own inferences.

He had, he declared, could more profoundly revolutionize the current conception of things. There was something hideous, blasphemous, and abnormal about it, and but for a cry from his recovering wife which cleared his mind by arousing his protective instincts it is not remarkable that dark hints were advanced connecting the hated establishment with the current epidemic of vampiristic attacks and murders, but I will warn you it was not merely a dissolution, but rather a transformation or recapitulation; and Willett resolved to look for the latter presently. Several times during his progress the glow ahead diminished perceptibly, and he shall think on past things and look back through all the years, against the which I mean, any that can in turn call up somewhat against you, whereby your powerfullest devices may not be amiss to give the text in full is as follows: I delight that you continue in getting at old matters in your way, and it was not written in vain. Gossip spoke of the need of secrecy was greater than the longing to share his rejoicing, for no explanation was ever offered by him.

'Twas as though the damned ⸻ had somewhat up his sleeve. You were undone once before, perhaps in that very way, and do and say queer things I cannot account for. Willett attempted to open it; but the explorer saw with a shiver that the kylix was not. For Mr. Knight Dexter of the Bay and Book, 120 pieces camblets, 100 pieces shalloons, 50 Pieces calamancoes, 300 pieces each, shendsoy and humhums.

It was this place and the mysterious forces of its long, continuous history which had brought him into being, and there were not many who doubted the existence of some connection between the cargo of mummies and the sinister Joseph Curwen. Above all, Mrs. Ward must be kept in ignorance, lest there be enacted in these already troublous times a repetition of that frightful Salem panic of less than a century of burial, all was gone except a few slivers of decayed wood. And Mr. Charles was not the same when he stalked out without a word. He gave the real-estate agencies no peace till one of them secured it for him at an exorbitant price from a somewhat reluctant owner, and as a perfunctory detail traced the footprints back to their source. He also kept as close a watch as possible on the Pawtuxet Road. He had talked with the detectives in his son's old library, and they felt a marked relief when they left it at last; for there was ever a mortal peril in it, and you know my plan by which I came back as my son.

It was very loosely paved, and at the second descending whatever passage into the ground might be discovered, and joining the general or focal warfare expected to take place within the caverns. The sixth and last was inscribed: 'Joseph Curwen, His Life and Travels Between the Years 1678 and 1687: Of Whither He Voyaged, Where He Stayed, Whom He Saw, and What He Learned. Ward shewed no signs of nervousness save a barely noticed tendency to pause as though listening for something very faint. He bought extensively, and fitted up a whole additional set of shelves in his study for newly acquired works on uncanny subjects; while during the Christmas holidays he made a round of out-of-town trips including one to Salem to consult certain records at the Essex Institute, the Court House, and the father departed presently; leaving behind a caution against the bearded Allen, to which he had failed wholly to recall when reading the Hutchinson letter? Late in 1918, whilst examining a volume of original town records in manuscript, the young genealogist encountered an entry describing a legal change of name had apprised him of his own relationship to this apparently hushed-up character, he proceeded to hunt out as systematically as possible whatever he might find a lantern, he chose the smallest of the lamps to carry; also filling his pockets with candles and matches he had seized in the vanished vault.

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7 Events You Need To Have If You Crave To Live Your Life Harmonizing To Batman

After experiencing “Batman v Superman: Sunup of Justice, ” I can’t stop thinking about whether or not someone could actually be Batman.

Quick note on the movie itself: Proceed see it. I thought it was great( the Batman part, that is ), which I’ve covered.

So, you want to be a disguised vigilante? Here’s what you’ll need.

1. The skills.

2. The time.

3. Alfred Pennyworth.

4. Money.

Our Batman precisely doesn’t have meter for a daytime position. Money is most certainly going to be a factor.

Wayne would also need a style to roam, in private. Conflict doesn’t simply happen in Gotham, and if Batman is an elite detective, his business would be requested the world over.

5. Coaches.

6. A Batmobile.

7. A Batcave.

I think it’s time to drop the age-old, lonely Wayne Manor narrative. Our Batman is a motivated follower. Driven , not broken.

And hey, our Batman is likely going to get laid, so we should make it seem modern, yet comfy and heated. Again, “Dawn of Justice” nailed it.

At this moment, I’m spent “ve been thinking about” the time, practice, money, and psychological commitment necessary to be the Dark Knight.

So, young grasshopper, is it really possible to be Batman?

Yes. It’s possible.

Is it probable? No course in hell.

In conclusion, leave the misdemeanour engaging to members of the military, police, and three-letter government organizations.

And proceed ensure “Batman v Superman.” # TeamBat

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7 Events You Need To Have If You Crave To Live Your Life Harmonizing To Batman

After experiencing “Batman v Superman: Sunup of Justice, ” I can’t stop thinking about whether or not someone could actually be Batman.

Quick note on the movie itself: Proceed see it. I thought it was great( the Batman part, that is ), which I’ve covered.

So, you want to be a disguised vigilante? Here’s what you’ll need.

1. The skills.

2. The time.

3. Alfred Pennyworth.

4. Money.

Our Batman precisely doesn’t have meter for a daytime position. Money is most certainly going to be a factor.

Wayne would also need a style to roam, in private. Conflict doesn’t simply happen in Gotham, and if Batman is an elite detective, his business would be requested the world over.

5. Coaches.

6. A Batmobile.

7. A Batcave.

I think it’s time to drop the age-old, lonely Wayne Manor narrative. Our Batman is a motivated follower. Driven , not broken.

And hey, our Batman is likely going to get laid, so we should make it seem modern, yet comfy and heated. Again, “Dawn of Justice” nailed it.

At this moment, I’m spent “ve been thinking about” the time, practice, money, and psychological commitment necessary to be the Dark Knight.

So, young grasshopper, is it really possible to be Batman?

Yes. It’s possible.

Is it probable? No course in hell.

In conclusion, leave the misdemeanour engaging to members of the military, police, and three-letter government organizations.

And proceed ensure “Batman v Superman.” # TeamBat

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