My Halloween Twilight Fanfic

It was cloudy that day. It's always cloudy in Knives, Washington. Even in the damp gloom of that day, he seemed to sparkle in his dirty coveralls. Something about him screamed in my mind, "Run" I knew that he was dangerous. He is the perfect predator. What else was there for me to do, but walk away. He is drawn to me, as I am to him, yet we are doomed to be apart. As the bronze-gold-blood-stained mane on his mask blew in the wind, and his dark-black-onyx eyes gazed into me, no, through me, I could barely manage to whisper, "I...I've got to get going. My father is incompetent and can't make himself dinner." As I turn to leave my destiny behind me, I realize that this won't be the last time I see him.. At that moment I understand that I am hopelessly, irrevocably, unequivocally going to be murdered by Michael Myers.

-This has been a Halloween Twilight Fan Fiction by Greg Deaner.

I just realized something...
Michael Myers....Stephanie Meyers....coincidence? I DON'T THINK SO!

SUPER SAYAN LEVEL 2 MICHAEL MYERS!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN YA'LL!

Uncanny #530 - Sorry, I'm team Edward

I was going to critique Uncanny #530, but something came up.

Yes, this is a Twilight post, and yes, I've read the books. Simply needed to know what the big deal was. Plus, I read an article that made reference to similarities to X-Men that Twilight was, apparently, inspired by. I think that was a joke now.

My wife and I just had a hypothetical about hypothermia. As it turns out, if my body was granite and ice-cold, my wife would probably still love me. She would prefer that I were a big furry animal that was constantly running a brain-boiling 108 degrees. Now, it all started with a commercial for the new Kristen Stewart masterpiece, and she had to remind me that she's team Jacob solely because he is warm and fluffy. Now, being the comic book guy that I am, I like the immortality, and invincibility, and overall super-heroness of vampires.

Now, my wife is a wee little thing. Always cold. In fact, we have the heat and the fireplace on, and she's under a heavy blanket at the moment. So asked her if she'd still love me if I was cold and stone-like, but otherwise the same person. 

That's when that probably word happened.

So I guilted her into saying she didn't mean it. BUT STILL.

So, Uncanny #530

Matt Fraction is great, as usual.

Greg Land pisses me off, but less than usual.

Story is finally getting back on track from where it left off before everything was put on hold for Second Coming, which is nice.

Utopia is in pandemic from Sublime's mutant flu, HX-N1(get it?).

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Cover your cough people.