Sunday, March 22, 2015

Grim Clowns of Villainy

I love fiction's expendable antagonists. The silencing the sentry and hero versus throngs are my favorite action scenes. There is just something so appealing about anonymous baddies being slaughtered with ease and impunity.

A hero must strive if he is to outwit a mastermind or outfight a rival. Their contest is personal and its outcome decisive. Their final battle is to be savored and is expected to be melodramatic.

Lowly goons are sacrificial pawns: the cannon-fodder of villainy. They live and die for nefarious agendas hardly in their best interest. Unloved by their bosses and a nuisance to heroes they are a pathetic lot. It is righteously amusing and grimly satisfying to witness them being casually eliminated.

The foot soldiers of villainy are droll but can be threatening or even sexy. Lowly and anonymous they are as insignificant as bystanders. As the underlings of masterminds they are just as sinister. Like heroes they fight but unlike heroes they are hopelessly outmatched. When female they are damsels in distress but as victims of the heroes who would otherwise rescue them.

I love fiction's expendable antagonists. I favor them because they are characters unlike any other. They are the clowns of villainy we can take seriously... whenever it suits us.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The Few

Death, darkness and evil are the exact same thing: nothing. To consider nothing is to be mindless. To care about nothing is to be heartless. To do nothing is to be useless. To produce nothing is to be worthless. To be guilty of even one of these failings is to be evil.

"Equality" is a subjective nonsense. In reality some people are more important than others. A life that makes a difference is precious whereas many lives that make no difference prove cheap. One who does a small thing that is meaningful does more than the many who do much of what is meaningless. The death of a good man is a travesty whereas the slaughter of the wicked is a cleansing.

Being alive does not make you important. Wanting does not make you deserving. Suffering a wrong does not make you righteous. People are the good and evil in the world. The many who slander, take and destroy are the strife, corruption and anguish. The few who praise, contribute and create are the appreciation, integrity and joy. The few, not the many, are worthwhile.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Strange Galaxy: Sincere Foundation

My Strange Galaxy was never an attempt to create something original. It was always nothing more than an endeavor to customize science fiction to my own preferences. In so doing I have created something new.

Reality is boring but true. Fantasy is nonsense but fun. Reality and fantasy in perfect communion are the qualities of both with the shortcomings of neither. My Strange Galaxy is all about possibilities, real and imagined.

I have always loved the magic of fantasy and the speculative technology of science fiction. Swords are as interesting a weapon as guns. The futuristic and the ancient are equally mystical. Aliens and fairies really are the same thing. I brought all these supposedly disparate elements together. I refined them, cleansing them of their silliness. In their purity they merge seamlessly together.
People are my interest. Dead space and lifeless worlds do nothing for me. I am mindful that velocity, in any form, is entirely impractical for living things to traverse the unimaginable gulfs of the cosmos. Anyway, Strange Galaxy is a space opera without spaceships. Living worlds are visited by means of shifting one two-dimensional plane of space with another, creating a portal in which “faraway” becomes only a step away.

I am a minimalist. I prefer simple to fancy. I favor sleek over gaudy. Intimacy means more to me than anything grandiose. The magic and technology of Strange Galaxy are understated. The adventures are typically unsung quests. There is no singular event or specific cast of characters that decides the fate of the galaxy. I focus on depth rather than breadth.

My Strange Galaxy is meaningful because everything about it says something. Enjoy.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Strange Galaxy: No Disease, Language Barrier or Super Weapons

Not all things real are meaningful. Not all things true are inspiring. My imagination does not languish. It is beyond the tiring mediocrity of our real world.

Disease is a miserable drudgery. The language barrier is insincere and an affront to individuality. Weapons of mass-destruction are impersonal and spiritless. My Strange Galaxy is clean of all such realistic nonsense. In my fictional world of many worlds good and evil are the issues to be dealt with. What is meant is what is said. Courage and prowess cannot be bested from afar.

Stark reality is boring but sheer fantasy is ridiculous. Even a fairy tale has no point if it is not telling a truth. Disease is never mentioned in Strange Galaxy but it is also never disclaimed. Yes, the language barrier divides our world but it is a false barrier: true meaning was never a matter of sounds and scribble. As for weapons of mass-destruction, every war is won by warriors, regardless of the weapons.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Rarely Female

The damsel in distress and the seductress have been supplanted by the heroine and the villainous dominatrix in mainstream fiction. The useless henchman retains his inglorious niche. His twin sister, the useless henchwoman, languishes in obscurity.

Why is the lowly goon rarely female? Is it because women are not inclined towards thuggery? Is it because females are unsuitable for combat? Would not the villainous dominatrix be an obscurity for the same reasons?

The expendable foot soldiers of villainy are not meant to rival heroes. Their narrative purpose is to provide readily available victims of heroic violence. Typically, these anonymous baddies are unceremoniously killed. There is a common reluctance, however, to see expendable villains be expended if they are female.

The Amazons of Classical Mythology were an army and nation of women as baddies. Their queens and champions were formidable only to be slain by heroes. Their anonymous warriors were slaughtered in droves or carried off to be involuntary brides. The ancient legend of the Amazons remains popular and inspiring to this day.

The useless henchwomen of today’s fiction seldom remain true to the gist of the Amazons. They are instead slapstick clowns to be knocked about but never slain; never to be taken seriously. The very notion that expendable baddies should never be expended denies them their very niche! Fortunately, not all of today’s useless henchwomen are rendered so useless.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Armies of Women

I am a writer, artist and game designer. I create female warriors. I am especially fond of armies of women, as inspired by the Amazons of Classical Mythology. I was and am fascinated by the novelty of female soldiers as baddies being slaughtered by heroes.

The Amazons of mythology were a nation of warrior women. The Amazons of reality were female Scythians and Sarmatians who fought in bands or alongside their men. As enemies of the ancient Greeks they were “baddies” to be defeated.

The Russians and Ukrainians are the Scythians and Sarmatians of today. They unwittingly revived a legendary tradition during their “Great Patriotic War” (World War Two). Their heroines Roza Shanina and Lyudmila Pavlichenko were authentic Amazons and did not even know it.

Women have excelled in combat but such women are exceptional. An army of women would be entirely impractical. Human females are too weak to be heavily armed and equipped. They are prone to passionate moods and petty jealousies, especially when dealing with each other.

The female warriors of fiction do not bear the burdens of reality. They do not suffer the consequences of natural inequality unless it serves the narrative. They are expected to be sexy.

Female warriors are real. They deserve to be recognized for their courage and prowess. Their weapons and attire must be practical if they are to be effective.

Armies of women are sheer fantasy. They are an erotic theme first and foremost. Their weapons are merely props and their attire should be skimpy or otherwise alluring. They may even wear high heels.

An army of women is sexier as a force of antagonism… because then its mission is naughty. Only men who want to be spanked want them to win. Dominatrices may be officers and elites but the common soldier should be cannon-fodder: Making the small fries formidable does nothing but make the heroes look weak.

The Amazons of Classical Mythology were generally hostile but never sinister. They were readily slaughtered or sexually enslaved. Their queens and champions were formidable only to be slain by heroes. Their armies were always defeated but their nation was never vanquished. Their legend is thousands of years old yet its popularity has never waned. They set the standard for armies of women.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Imperial Stormtrooper

The Imperial Stormtrooper is immensely popular. He enjoys the largest fan club in the world! Though he is nearly forty years old his popularity has never waned. His success is amazing; especially when you consider that he is a lowly, anonymous and expendable henchman.

The Imperial Stormtrooper wears a full suit of useless armor and is notorious for poor marksmanship. He is known for bumping his head or falling off of ledges. Heroes readily slaughter him with remorseless impunity. He lost an entire legion to a primitive tribe of little teddy bears. Why is this hapless goon so interesting? He has a catchy name, a sleek look and a dramatic story.

The faceless Stormtrooper can be anyone, male or female. Because he (or she) is a “villain” he (or she) is uninhibited. Because he (or she) is meant to die he (or she) need not fret the petty things. Because his (or her) name and face are that of the Imperial Stormtrooper he (or she) is immortal so long as there are Imperial Stormtroopers.

The least is indeed the greatest and the greatest least. The Imperial Stormtrooper inspired the world’s greatest fan club by being the inept and hapless foot soldier of villainy. His poor aim (when targeting heroes) and the uselessness of his armor are indispensable qualities of his distinct appeal. He is loved for being the easy victim of heroic violence. The Imperial Stormtrooper is a Keystone Cop of gritty action scenes.

The “useless henchman” is the plentiful, anonymous and expendable foot soldier of villainy. His purpose in adventure fiction is to be a readily available goon to be commanded by bosses and fought by heroes. He is the victim of choice for the silencing the sentry and hero versus throngs scenarios. Because his niche is inglorious by design he is seldom made interesting. The Imperial Stormtrooper is an example of how such a typically unsung type can be a wonder in his own right should his creator bother to craft him.