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What is your favorite Christmas story for comics or comic media in general mine has to Batman returns I don't know why but I love that movie and it's a good Christmas movie

We have seven movies plus a TV show with at least one season featuring actual ghostface so who is your favorite ghost face which your face do you like the most behind the ghost mask my favorite is in between Billy Stu and Mrs Loomis aka Billy's mother. (ps I don't know why now but anytime I say Billy's mother I think of the way Mickey and James from dead meat just yells it and I just want to yell it does anyone else have this problem)

Okay so The Moment of Truth was I believe originally based off of a Japanese show but it's one of those shows that almost everywhere has a version of with a different name that's basically the same premise where you go on to the show for money you can leave at any time with the money you already won you have to get 21 questions right or correct by telling the truth to the question and if you lie you lose all the money you already won so what is your opinions on the show if you watched it.

So I'm thinking about since I know some of the Star Trek stuff is on Paramount Plus maybe going back and re-watching the stuff I already watched and watching the stuff I haven't watched and I heard it a lot of opinions on lower decks so I want to know from Star Trek fans what is your opinions on the show.

To be honest I think the foot clan no matter if they're human robot or mixture of both are some of the best foot soldiers in comics in general not just because I like their costumes but I also like how they are ninjas like their boss instead of just being a random goon or thug they know how to fight and they give the turtles a actual threat most of the time the robot ones are more of a threat but still and I also like how the robot ones have different weapons attached to them sometimes.

So in this universe Two-Face wouldn't have become Two-Face Fully until the sequel so that means Harvey wouldn't be dead and would actually get more screen time like he deserved so I would say taking the place of Two-Face would be Anarky played by Paul Dano the story for anarchy he would be a young adult or teenager who sees Gotham as corrupt and would want to fix it he would be a joker supporter who looked up the Joker and thinks Joker is trying to fix Gotham Joker would eventually meet him and convince him to work with him which would lead to Lonnie getting his costume and everything and he would be the one setting up joker's bombs around the city along with his own bombs he would be almost murdered by the Joker until Batman saves him and at the end of the film he would be arrested by Jim Gordon after threatening to kill Jim's kid after Batman stops Jim from shooting Lonnie and Jim learned that Lonnie is just a child basically and he would get sent to Black gate and would reappear in next movie but I have no idea how that would work

Okay so we all liked Green lantern 89 with Jack Nicholson as sinestro and Green lantern returns with Danny DeVito as Larfleeze along with Michelle Pfeiffer as Star Sapphire and Green lantern forever which introduced John Stewart and had Tommy Lee Jones as Doctor Polaris and Jim Carrey as Hector Hammond but what is your opinion on this villain from Green lantern and Green lantern what is your opinion on Arnold Schwarzenegger's Icicle

What is your favorite lantern oath minus the Green lantern

So it could be any of the other ones but I will give a exception

It can be any of the other colors but green

My favorite is in between the blue lanterns which is "In fearful day, in raging night,With strong hearts full, our souls ignite,When all seems lost in the War of Light,Look to the stars—For hope burns bright!". And the Red lanterns which is "With blood and rage of crimson red,Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead,Together with our hellish hate,We'll burn you all—that is your fate!"

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Okay so off topic at first I've been rewatching creepshow on Plex because I like the show and I don't have actual shutter and I don't want to pay for shutter through prime so I'm using the free stuff on Plex to watch creepshow and at first I started to hate the American home shield commercial I kept getting because it was the same one over and over and over again but then I saw the coincidence because in creepshow there's two parts per episode and I was on the part of the episode which is about a dollhouse that has a haunted doll head haunting it killing the other dolls and the American home shield woman that kept playing is the one with the mom and the daughter looked through the back open area of a dollhouse that looks like their house and then Janice just appears through the window part of the dollhouse and they do their normal thing but it was kind of creepy how she just appeared out of nowhere and made me jump the first time I seen it because I wasn't expecting it and then I started watching over American home shield commercials and to be honest there's a couple weird scene that I would be questioning how she got where she's at and also a couple creepy scenes with Janice so my question is would you think someone would try to make a horror movie based off of this or MatPat was still around what do you make a film theory off of this since I think there's something off with Janice I just can't put my finger on it yet but she gives me the creeps.

And yes I'm being serious here with the way that they make their commercials and make it seem like Janice some supernatural being kind of like State farm or something

Okay I kind of hate these ads for how random they are like why are we not questioning this woman who just appeared out of thin air probably knows some sort of magic

But anyways I was watching like yesterday the first episode of creepshow and I at first hated the fucking commercial that kept appearing when it got to the second part of the episode which is about a dollhouse and a haunted doll head because it was just the same commercial over and over again of American home shield where like the mom and her daughter are looking into a dollhouse that looks just like their house but they're looking in it from the back side and then it does kind of like a horror thing where I think her name is Janice looks in it through the window side and then I started watching more of these commercials and scene how much creepy or random scenes that don't make sense in these commercials to where these commercials could literally be turned into a horror movie or a film theory made by MatPat has anyone else noticed these creepy moments with Janice or is it just me

By the way I kind of hate these commercials just because of how they don't make sense but it's not hate as in despise them it's kind of a love-hate relationship like there bad but funny bad sometimes at Louise compared to what I really see anymore since I don't really watch that much TV anymore so I mainly just see AI ads about AI apps using AI people to promote it and I'm also kind of starting to see that in real ads too now and sometimes it's hard for me now to tell what's fake and what's not anymore because you have the real people doing that commercial voice you have the AI ads that sound like real people doing the commercial was just why I really don't hate most of these actual ads anymore but anyways back to the topic can we all just agree that Janice has like this weird creepy supernatural feeling to her.

Okay I forget what game I was watching this person play but it had like a horror segment but the main part of this game is that the person was playing was you're playing as a woman who's pregnant who's going through her family's history after she went back to her old house.

So my idea for a horror game would be you are the last survivor of this family and you would have to go through what killed your family members ask them and if you successfully complete the mission they come back from the dead I would have it connected to a curse and if you save all of them the curse is done and each mission would be a different style so let's say for example anime 3D 2D 8-bit Syfy slasher supernatural comedy horror and each of the styles would be based off of the year the person die from the curse.

How does this idea for a game sound.

And it could either be a chapter thing where you have multiple family members in one chapter kind of like the chapter style of dark deception.

And each family member would die a different way even though if it is because of the curse so let's say one died from a maniac breaking into a house another die from a house fire and the last one died from drowning. And each family member would at least kind of be different ages

To be honest I love when Peter Parker or any Spider-Man breaks the fourth wall but I feel like in the comics Peter should have the canonical fourth wall ability to be able to see onomatopoeia's when he's fighting I don't know why but I was just like the idea of Peter seeing what the sounds his webs make or someone else's ability to make when they're fighting.

Okay they are all different but at least two to three of them take place in the same city. And I don't know if I'm really going to continue some of these I know the second one I might not these are really kind of just introductions to the character since most of them are issues zeros

Here we start off with

# NIGHTWOLF #0

Jackson City.

That was the name on every street sign, every government building, every map, and every official document.

But nobody really called it Jackson City anymore.

The civilians had given it another name.

Jacksin City.

Not because the city had officially changed its name, but because crime had changed the way people saw it. The streets were filled with gangs, organized crime, corrupt businessmen, crooked cops, drug dealers, thieves, and murderers. At night, people locked their doors, pulled their curtains shut, and prayed they wouldn't hear gunshots outside.

The police tried to keep control.

But Jackson City was becoming a city where the criminals were starting to believe they owned the streets.

Tonight, however, someone was watching them.

On top of a rooftop across the street from Romano's Trattoria, a man stood completely still.

He was dressed from head to toe in an armored black suit.

The armor was designed to resemble the body of a wolf. The shoulders were reinforced, the chest was covered in layered black armor, and the gloves had sharp claw-like designs built into them. A black armored cowl covered his head, shaped like the head of a wolf, with two pointed ears rising from the top.

The most noticeable part of the suit was his eyes.

They glowed green.

Thin green lines ran across parts of his armor, glowing faintly in the darkness.

The civilians didn't know his real name.

The police didn't know his real name.

The criminals certainly didn't know his real name.

They only knew what the newspapers had started calling him.

Night Wolf.

Night Wolf stood at the edge of the building and looked down at Romano's Trattoria.

From the outside, it looked like an ordinary Italian restaurant.

Warm lights shone through the windows.

People sat at tables eating pasta, pizza, and steak.

Waiters walked between the tables carrying plates.

Families laughed.

Couples talked.

But Night Wolf knew what the restaurant really was.

A meeting place.

A place where members of the Romano crime family could conduct business without attracting too much attention.

Night Wolf raised his right hand.

A small device built into his glove activated.

A tiny green light appeared.

He looked through the lenses of his helmet.

The restaurant's walls became outlined by the suit's scanning system.

He could see heat signatures.

Twenty-seven people inside.

Most of them civilians.

But six of them were armed.

Night Wolf zoomed in.

One man had a pistol hidden underneath his jacket.

Another had a handgun tucked into his waistband.

A third had a knife.

Night Wolf quietly said to himself,

"Romano's."

He had been watching the restaurant for almost three hours.

He wasn't ready to go inside.

Not yet.

He was trying to figure out who was meeting whom.

His helmet suddenly beeped.

Night Wolf looked down.

A small display appeared inside his helmet.

POLICE COMMUNICATIONS — ACTIVE.

Night Wolf had hacked into the Jackson City Police Department's communications network.

He didn't just listen to the police.

He listened to everything.

Police dispatch.

911 calls.

Patrol officers.

Emergency services.

Night Wolf had built a system into his helmet that allowed him to monitor police communications from anywhere in the city.

A voice suddenly came through.

"All units, we have a robbery in progress."

Night Wolf turned his head.

The police dispatcher continued.

"Jackson City Gas, location on West Jackson Avenue. Multiple suspects. Possible weapons."

Night Wolf looked across the city.

The robbery was several blocks away.

He glanced back at Romano's Trattoria.

Then back toward the direction of the gas station.

He couldn't be in two places at once.

But he could remember Romano's.

He touched the side of his helmet.

"Mark location."

The suit beeped.

"Location marked."

Night Wolf stepped away from the edge of the building.

He walked toward the other side of the rooftop.

A black motorcycle sat waiting for him.

It was an AMC motorcycle that had been heavily modified.

The bike was almost completely black.

Its engine had been rebuilt.

The tires were reinforced.

The frame had been modified.

Green lines ran along the sides of the motorcycle, matching the lines on Night Wolf's armor.

Night Wolf called it the Wolf Cycle.

He climbed onto the motorcycle.

The engine roared to life.

Night Wolf pulled down the visor of his helmet.

The green eyes on his mask became brighter.

Then he accelerated.

The Wolf Cycle shot across the rooftop.

Night Wolf reached the edge.

The motorcycle launched off the building.

For a moment, Night Wolf and the Wolf Cycle were completely airborne.

Then the motorcycle landed on the roof of the building across the street.

Night Wolf didn't slow down.

He raced across the rooftop.

The Wolf Cycle jumped another gap.

Then another.

He was moving across the rooftops of Jackson City.

Below him, people walked along the sidewalks.

Cars drove through intersections.

Police sirens echoed somewhere in the distance.

Night Wolf followed the police communications.

"Suspects are still inside."

"How many?"

"At least five."

"Any hostages?"

"Unknown."

Night Wolf accelerated.

"Come on," he muttered.

The Wolf Cycle dropped from a rooftop onto a lower street.

Night Wolf turned sharply.

The motorcycle sped through an alley.

He passed a dumpster.

Then another.

He emerged onto Jackson Avenue.

Jackson City Gas was ahead.

Several police cars were approaching from the opposite direction.

Night Wolf saw the flashing lights.

He immediately turned down another alley.

The police cars passed him.

Night Wolf stopped the Wolf Cycle behind the gas station.

He killed the engine.

Silence.

He climbed off the motorcycle.

Then he looked around the corner.

Jackson City Gas had been robbed.

The front windows were shattered.

A clerk was lying on the floor behind the counter.

Three criminals were inside the store.

Two were standing near the register.

One was holding a shotgun.

Another criminal was loading money into a duffel bag.

The fifth suspect stood near the door.

Night Wolf listened.

"Come on!"

"Get the money!"

"We gotta go!"

"Where's the safe?"

"I told you, it's in the back!"

The man with the shotgun pointed it at the clerk.

"Open it!"

The clerk was shaking.

"I don't have the combination!"

The criminal slammed the shotgun onto the counter.

"Then figure it out!"

Night Wolf entered the gas station.

Nobody noticed him.

He moved silently behind the man guarding the door.

The criminal suddenly heard something.

He turned.

Night Wolf grabbed him by the throat.

The criminal's eyes widened.

"What the—"

Night Wolf threw him across the room.

The man crashed into a shelf.

"What was that?"

The man with the shotgun turned around.

Night Wolf was standing in the middle of the store.

The green eyes of his helmet stared directly at them.

One of the criminals whispered,

"What the hell are you?"

Night Wolf didn't answer.

The man with the shotgun raised his weapon.

Night Wolf moved.

The shotgun fired.

Night Wolf dropped to the ground.

The bullet went over his head.

He rolled forward.

He slammed his fist into the man's stomach.

The criminal doubled over.

Night Wolf grabbed him by the jacket and threw him through the front door.

Glass shattered as the criminal landed outside.

The second criminal pulled a handgun.

Night Wolf saw him reach for it.

He grabbed a metal display rack and pulled it toward himself.

The gun fired.

Bullets slammed into the metal.

Night Wolf threw the rack aside.

He charged.

The criminal fired again.

Night Wolf grabbed his wrist.

The criminal tried to pull away.

Night Wolf twisted his arm.

The gun dropped.

Night Wolf kicked it across the floor.

Then he punched the criminal.

The man fell unconscious.

The last criminal ran toward the back.

Night Wolf chased him.

The criminal opened the door to the storage room.

He slammed it behind him.

Night Wolf kicked it open.

The criminal was already climbing through a window.

Night Wolf grabbed his ankle.

"NO!"

Night Wolf pulled him back inside.

The criminal fell onto the floor.

He looked up.

Night Wolf stood over him.

"Please!"

Night Wolf grabbed the man's shirt.

"Where's the rest of your crew?"

"What?"

"The people you're working for."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Night Wolf tightened his grip.

The criminal became nervous.

"Okay! Okay! We work for somebody named Viper!"

Night Wolf paused.

"Who is Viper?"

"I don't know!"

"Where do I find him?"

"I don't know!"

Night Wolf stared at him.

The criminal swallowed.

"I swear!"

Sirens were getting closer.

Night Wolf released him.

The criminal looked confused.

"You aren't going to kill me?"

Night Wolf turned away.

"I'm not a murderer."

The police arrived seconds later.

Officers rushed into the gas station.

By the time they entered the back room, Night Wolf was gone.

Outside, the Wolf Cycle roared to life.

Night Wolf accelerated into the night.

One officer ran outside.

He looked down the street.

Nothing.

Only the fading sound of a motorcycle.

The officer looked back at his partner.

"Was that him?"

"Who?"

"The Night Wolf."

His partner looked toward the darkness.

"I don't know."

Meanwhile, Night Wolf continued riding through Jackson City.

He looked at the city around him.

The skyscrapers.

The apartment buildings.

The streets.

The neighborhoods.

The people.

Jackson City had everything.

Money.

Power.

Poverty.

Crime.

Corruption.

And secrets.

Night Wolf knew he couldn't save the entire city in one night.

But he could save one person.

Then another.

Then another.

And maybe, someday, Jackson City wouldn't be called Jacksin City anymore.

The Wolf Cycle disappeared into the darkness.

The next morning, sunlight filled Jackson City.

The city looked completely different during the day.

People walked to work.

Children went to school.

Cars filled the streets.

Businesses opened.

News reporters stood outside Jackson City Gas.

The robbery from the previous night was already becoming the biggest story of the morning.

A reporter stood in front of the gas station.

"Last night, five armed criminals attempted to rob Jackson City Gas. Police say the suspects were stopped by an unidentified vigilante known as Night Wolf."

Behind her, officers were still investigating the scene.

The reporter continued.

"Police have not confirmed the identity of Night Wolf, nor have they confirmed exactly how he entered the building."

Across town, a man sat at a restaurant table watching the news on a television.

He was wearing an expensive black suit.

His hair was neatly styled.

He looked calm.

Confident.

Young.

His name was Max Jackson.

Max Jackson was a billionaire.

He was the owner of Jackson Industries, one of the largest companies in the city.

To most people, Max Jackson was simply a wealthy businessman.

But there was more to him than that.

Max took a sip of his coffee.

The television continued.

"Authorities are asking anyone with information about Night Wolf to contact the police."

Max smiled slightly.

The woman sitting across from him noticed.

"What?"

Max looked at her.

"Nothing."

She smiled.

"You're smiling."

"Am I?"

"Yes."

Max laughed.

"Maybe I'm having a good morning."

The woman's name was Juliana Mercer.

Everyone who knew her called her Julie.

She looked at the television.

"So what do you think about this Night Wolf?"

Max raised an eyebrow.

"What do I think?"

"Yeah."

"I think he's reckless."

Julie laughed.

"Really?"

"Jumping around rooftops on a motorcycle? Fighting armed criminals? Sounds reckless to me."

"Maybe he's trying to help."

"Maybe."

Julie looked at him.

"You don't sound convinced."

Max took another sip of coffee.

"I think people like that can make things worse."

Julie smiled.

"Interesting."

"What?"

"You sound like you're trying really hard to convince me."

Max laughed.

"Maybe I am."

Julie leaned back.

"So what would you do if you were Night Wolf?"

Max looked out the window.

For a moment, his expression changed.

He looked at Jackson City.

The same city he had spent years studying.

The same city he had watched become more dangerous.

The same city he had decided he couldn't ignore anymore.

Then he looked back at Julie.

"I'd make sure I didn't get caught."

Julie laughed.

"That's your big plan?"

"Pretty much."

Their waiter arrived.

"Are you two ready to order?"

Julie looked at Max.

"I'm ready."

Max smiled.

"Me too."

They ordered breakfast.

For the next hour, Max Jackson looked like an ordinary billionaire enjoying a date with Juliana Mercer.

They talked.

They laughed.

They joked.

Nobody looking at them would have suspected anything.

But beneath the table, Max's phone vibrated.

He looked down.

A message appeared.

POLICE COMMUNICATIONS — NEW INCIDENT.

Max's expression immediately became serious.

He opened the message.

A robbery had been reported.

Then another.

Then another.

Max locked his phone.

Julie noticed.

"Everything okay?"

Max smiled.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Just work."

Julie nodded.

"You're always working."

Max laughed.

"Occupational hazard."

He looked out the window again.

Jackson City.

His city.

The city that had become Jacksin City.

He knew the police couldn't handle everything.

He knew the criminals were organized.

He knew there were people sitting in expensive offices who controlled criminals from the shadows.

He knew Romano's Trattoria was only one piece of something much bigger.

And he knew that last night wasn't an isolated incident.

It was only the beginning.

Julie reached across the table.

"Max?"

He looked at her.

"Yeah?"

"You seem distracted."

Max smiled.

"I'm fine."

Julie smiled back.

"Good."

Max looked at her.

Then he looked toward the city.

Somewhere out there, people needed help.

And tonight, Night Wolf would answer the call.

Later that afternoon, Max returned to Jackson Industries.

He entered his private office.

The doors closed behind him.

The smile disappeared from his face.

Max walked toward his desk.

He pressed his hand against a hidden scanner.

A green light appeared.

A section of the wall opened.

Max stepped inside.

The elevator descended.

Far below Jackson Industries was a hidden underground facility.

The lights turned on one by one.

The Wolf Cycle sat in the center of the room.

Computer screens surrounded it.

Maps of Jackson City covered the walls.

Police communications were displayed across multiple monitors.

Files were scattered across a large table.

ROMANO CRIME FAMILY.

JACKSON CITY GAS ROBBERY.

VIPER.

NIGHT WOLF.

Max removed his suit jacket.

He looked at the Wolf Cycle.

Then he looked at the black armored suit standing inside a glass display.

The Night Wolf suit.

Max walked toward it.

He placed his hand against the glass.

The green eyes of the helmet stared back at him.

Max smiled.

"Let's see what tonight brings."

The lights in the room dimmed.

The green lines on the Night Wolf armor illuminated.

And somewhere above him, Jackson City continued to live its ordinary life.

But when darkness fell, the criminals would look toward the rooftops.

They would hear a motorcycle engine.

They would see two glowing green eyes in the darkness.

And they would know that the night belonged to someone else now.

Night Wolf was coming.

**STAY TUNED TO CHECK OUT NIGHT WOLF #1 TO FIND OUT THE ORIGINS OF NIGHT WOLF.**

Next we have

# CHANGELING #0

Mars was dying.

Not slowly.

Not peacefully.

It was dying violently.

Across the red planet, cities were collapsing beneath enormous clouds of dust. The oceans that had once existed were gone. The atmosphere was becoming thinner. The land itself was beginning to crack.

For generations, the people of Mars had watched their world deteriorate.

There were two major species on Mars.

The Green Martians.

And the Red Martians.

The Green Martians had spent centuries trying to preserve their civilization.

The Red Martians wanted something else.

Power.

War.

Destruction.

And one of the most dangerous beings on the planet was someone Changeling once called his brother.

His brother was neither completely Green Martian nor completely Red Martian.

He was a half-breed.

Half Green.

Half Red.

The Green Martian side gave him incredible abilities.

The Red Martian side gave him an obsession with destruction.

And he began destroying Mars from within.

Cities fell.

Governments collapsed.

Entire populations disappeared.

Changeling watched his homeworld die.

He watched his people lose everything.

He watched his own family become responsible for the destruction of the planet.

And eventually, Changeling made a decision.

He would leave.

Not because he wanted to abandon his people.

Because he believed there was no other choice.

Changeling escaped Mars aboard a small spacecraft.

He wasn't alone at first.

There were others with him.

The remaining survivors of his world had managed to escape before Mars became completely uninhabitable.

They launched their ships into space.

Changeling watched Mars disappear behind him.

He looked through the window.

His home.

His childhood.

His family.

Everything he had ever known.

Gone.

His brother had destroyed it.

Changeling closed his eyes.

"I should have stopped you."

The spacecraft traveled through space.

Then something went wrong.

The engines failed.

Warning lights began flashing.

Changeling rushed toward the controls.

"No."

The ship shook violently.

He grabbed the controls.

"Come on!"

The ship began falling toward a blue planet.

Earth.

Changeling tried to regain control.

The ship entered Earth's atmosphere.

Flames surrounded the spacecraft.

Changeling looked through the windshield.

A city appeared below him.

A massive city.

Jackson City.

Changeling tried everything he could to slow the ship down.

Nothing worked.

The spacecraft crashed.

It tore through several trees before slamming into the ground outside Jackson City.

The impact sent debris flying in every direction.

Smoke rose from the wreckage.

Changeling crawled out.

He looked around.

He was alive.

But his spacecraft wasn't.

Changeling looked toward the city.

He had never seen anything like it.

Buildings stretched into the sky.

Cars traveled along roads.

Lights covered the streets.

Humans walked everywhere.

Changeling slowly approached the city.

He had no idea what to do.

He needed a name.

He needed an identity.

He needed to understand Earth.

He eventually found an abandoned building where he could hide.

There, he discovered human documents.

One of the names caught his attention.

John Johnson.

Changeling looked at the name.

"John Johnson."

He smiled.

"That will work."

From that day forward, Changeling became John Johnson.

He studied humanity.

He learned their language.

He learned their laws.

He learned their history.

And eventually, he discovered something he had never expected.

Humans needed detectives.

Changeling had abilities that made him extremely good at solving mysteries.

He could change his appearance.

He could alter his body.

He could imitate other people.

He could read minds.

He possessed incredible strength.

He could fly.

He could become nearly invisible.

And he could see things ordinary humans couldn't.

So John Johnson became a detective.

He joined the Jackson City Police Department as a private investigator who occasionally worked alongside law enforcement.

Nobody knew he was an alien.

To everyone else, John Johnson was just an unusually talented detective.

Then came the case that changed everything.

Several people had disappeared throughout Jackson City.

The disappearances seemed random.

But John noticed something.

Every missing person had recently visited the same building.

An old church.

John visited the location.

The church looked abandoned.

But John could hear voices inside.

He entered.

A group of people were gathered around a strange symbol painted on the floor.

A man stood in the center.

"Tonight," the man said, "we will open the door."

John watched from the shadows.

The cult members began chanting.

John studied the symbol.

It wasn't human.

He recognized it.

It was Martian.

John's eyes widened.

"Where did you get that?"

Everyone turned.

The cult leader smiled.

"You."

John stepped forward.

"What do you know about Mars?"

The cult leader laughed.

"We know your world is dying."

John froze.

The cult leader continued.

"And we know you came here."

John's face changed.

His disguise began disappearing.

His skin turned green.

His eyes changed.

His body transformed.

The cult members screamed.

The cult leader smiled.

"Changeling."

John stared at him.

"How do you know that name?"

The cult leader raised his hand.

"Because we've been waiting for you."

The cult attacked.

John fought back.

He changed his arms into massive blades.

He knocked several cultists across the room.

Another attacked him from behind.

John turned invisible.

The cultist swung at nothing.

John reappeared behind him.

He grabbed him and threw him across the room.

The cult leader pulled out a strange weapon.

John recognized it immediately.

Martian technology.

"Where did you get that?"

The cult leader fired.

John was struck.

He fell to the floor.

The weapon weakened his powers.

He tried to stand.

He couldn't.

The cult leader approached him.

"You abandoned your people."

John looked up.

"My people are dead."

"No."

The cult leader smiled.

"Not all of them."

John's eyes widened.

"What did you say?"

The cult leader raised the weapon again.

Before he could fire, police sirens could be heard outside.

The cult members panicked.

"Police!"

The building was surrounded.

John tried to move.

But he was too weak.

The police stormed inside.

The cult members were arrested.

But John wasn't rescued.

Instead, several men in black suits entered.

FBI agents.

One of them looked at John.

"John Johnson?"

John said nothing.

The agent looked at the others.

"We have him."

John tried to transform.

Nothing happened.

The FBI agent approached him.

"You're not John Johnson."

John stared at him.

The agent smiled.

"We know what you are."

John was placed in handcuffs.

He was taken outside.

News helicopters flew overhead.

Police officers watched.

Nobody understood what was happening.

John looked toward the sky.

He knew something had gone terribly wrong.

He had spent years hiding.

He had tried to become human.

He had tried to help the people of Jackson City.

But now the government knew his secret.

As the FBI vehicle drove away, John looked through the window.

Jackson City disappeared behind him.

He whispered,

"I was trying to help."

The FBI agent sitting across from him looked at him.

"That's what we're going to find out."

John looked at the agent.

"Who are you?"

The agent didn't answer.

John looked down at his hands.

For the first time since arriving on Earth, he was afraid.

Not because of the FBI.

Not because of humanity.

But because the cult leader's words kept repeating in his mind.

*Not all of them.*

*Your people aren't all dead.*

John looked out the window.

Somewhere beyond Earth, something might still be alive.

Something from Mars.

Something connected to his brother.

And if his brother had survived...

John knew the destruction of Mars might not have been the end.

It might have only been the beginning.

The FBI vehicle disappeared into the night.

And the mystery of Changeling had just begun.

**STAY TUNED TO CHECK OUT CHANGELING #1 TO FIND OUT WHAT THE FBI PLANS TO DO WITH JOHN JOHNSON AND WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO THE SURVIVORS OF MARS.**

Next we have

# WILLPOWER #0

Far beyond Earth.

Far beyond the Moon.

Far beyond the planets and stars that humanity could see with the naked eye, there was something that couldn't be measured by science.

Something that didn't belong to one person.

Something that existed inside every living being.

Willpower.

Everywhere in the universe, people had it.

A mother refusing to give up on her child.

A soldier continuing to fight when everything seemed hopeless.

A scientist working for years to solve a problem everyone else believed was impossible.

A child getting back up after falling down.

Willpower existed everywhere.

Even in the darkest corners of space.

But sometimes, someone possessed more willpower than anyone else.

And when that happened, something extraordinary could happen.

Far away from Earth, an ancient green energy floated through space.

It wasn't a star.

It wasn't a planet.

It wasn't a living creature.

It was willpower itself.

For millions of years, the energy had traveled through the universe.

It searched for someone who could become its avatar.

Someone whose will couldn't be broken.

Someone who would never give up.

The energy eventually found Earth.

It surrounded the planet.

It passed through every city.

Every country.

Every ocean.

Every mountain.

Every person.

Nobody noticed it.

But they all felt it.

A man stranded in the wilderness found the strength to keep walking.

A woman fighting for her life refused to surrender.

A firefighter ran into a burning building.

A child stood up after being knocked down.

Humanity had willpower.

But one person had something different.

Somewhere on Earth, a person stood alone beneath the night sky.

They looked toward the stars.

They didn't know why they felt something calling them.

Then the green energy descended.

It surrounded them.

The person looked down at their hands.

Green light covered their body.

They heard a voice.

Not a voice from a person.

A voice from within.

"Your will cannot be broken."

The green energy entered their body.

For one moment, the entire planet seemed to glow.

Then everything returned to normal.

The person looked at their hands.

They could feel something inside them.

Power.

Not the power of strength.

Not the power of wealth.

Not the power of fear.

The power to keep going.

The power to stand when everyone else fell.

The power to fight against impossible odds.

The power of will.

They looked toward the stars.

And the green energy formed an armor around them.

A green symbol appeared across their chest.

The person became the first avatar of willpower.

The Green Torch.

The Green Torch wasn't simply a hero.

The Green Torch was the living embodiment of willpower.

As long as someone somewhere in the universe refused to give up...

The Green Torch would exist.

And so the legend began.

**WILLPOWER**

**THE POWER TO NEVER GIVE UP.**

And The last story takes place in kind of the future with

# COLLEGE DAYS #1

The future was different.

Cities were bigger.

Technology was more advanced.

Superheroes weren't just stories anymore.

They were real.

Some protected cities.

Some worked with governments.

Some operated alone.

And some tried to live normal lives.

Ethan Cross was one of those people.

At twenty-two years old, Ethan was a college student trying to survive his final years of school.

He wasn't the most popular guy on campus.

He wasn't the smartest.

He wasn't the richest.

And he definitely wasn't the strongest.

At least, that's what everyone thought.

Ethan walked across campus carrying a backpack over one shoulder.

He checked his phone.

"Late again."

He looked at the clock on the building.

He had ten minutes before class.

He started walking faster.

Then someone bumped into him.

His books fell onto the sidewalk.

Ethan looked up.

Brandon Gomez.

Brandon was one of the biggest guys on campus and had made Ethan's life miserable for months.

Brandon looked down at him.

"Watch where you're going, Cross."

Ethan looked at his books.

"You walked into me."

Brandon laughed.

"Did I?"

His friends laughed with him.

Ethan picked up his books.

Brandon grabbed Ethan by the shoulder.

"What's the hurry?"

Ethan looked at him.

"Class."

Brandon shoved him.

Ethan barely moved.

Brandon stared at him.

Ethan stared back.

For a second, Ethan almost smiled.

Because Brandon didn't know something.

Ethan was much stronger than he looked.

Ethan had discovered his strength years ago.

He could lift things no normal person could lift.

He healed from injuries extremely quickly.

And sometimes...

Time behaved strangely around him.

But Ethan had never understood why.

He had kept his abilities secret.

There was only one person who knew.

His brother.

Eric Cross.

Eric was also a student at the same college.

And Eric had a secret of his own.

He was a superhero.

Webstrike.

Nobody on campus knew that the quiet student named Eric Cross was actually the masked hero who had been stopping criminals throughout the city.

Nobody except Ethan.

Ethan looked at Brandon.

"Can you move?"

Brandon laughed.

"Make me."

Ethan took a breath.

He didn't want a fight.

Not here.

Not now.

He stepped around Brandon.

Brandon grabbed his backpack.

Ethan stopped.

"Let go."

"No."

Ethan pulled.

Brandon pulled back.

Then Ethan accidentally used too much strength.

Brandon flew backward.

He landed on the grass.

Everyone nearby stopped.

Ethan stared at him.

Brandon stared back.

Ethan quickly picked up his backpack.

"Sorry."

Then he ran.

Later that day, Ethan met Eric in the college cafeteria.

Eric sat across from him.

"You threw Brandon across the lawn?"

Ethan looked annoyed.

"I didn't mean to."

Eric laughed.

"You've got to learn how to control that strength."

"I know."

Eric leaned closer.

"Did you have the time thing again?"

Ethan looked around.

"Not here."

Eric nodded.

The two brothers had been keeping secrets from everyone.

Ethan knew Eric was Webstrike.

Eric knew Ethan had powers.

But Ethan wasn't a hero.

Not yet.

That changed a few weeks later.

Ethan was walking home from campus when something happened.

A car crashed through an intersection.

People screamed.

The vehicle was heading directly toward a group of pedestrians.

Ethan didn't think.

He ran.

Everything around him suddenly slowed down.

A bird stopped in midair.

A piece of glass floated beside him.

A person's hair moved slowly in the wind.

Ethan stopped.

"What..."

He looked around.

Time had almost stopped.

Ethan ran toward the car.

He grabbed the front of it.

Then he pushed.

The car flew sideways.

Time suddenly returned to normal.

The vehicle crashed into an empty building.

People screamed.

Ethan stood in the middle of the street.

His hands were shaking.

He had saved them.

But now he understood.

His power wasn't just strength.

He could manipulate time.

That night, Ethan went to Eric's apartment.

Eric opened the door.

"Ethan?"

"I know what I can do."

Eric looked at him.

"What?"

Ethan stepped inside.

"I can control time."

Eric stared at him.

"You're serious?"

Ethan nodded.

"I stopped everything."

Eric smiled.

"That's incredible."

Ethan shook his head.

"No. It's dangerous."

Eric closed the door.

"Then learn to control it."

Ethan looked at him.

"You learned."

Eric smiled.

"I had a pretty good teacher."

Ethan laughed.

"You mean getting punched in the face?"

"Exactly."

The brothers laughed.

But neither knew what was coming.

A few days later, Ethan found an old device in one of the college's science laboratories.

It was experimental technology designed to measure temporal energy.

Ethan touched it.

The machine activated.

The room filled with energy.

Ethan screamed.

Eric ran into the laboratory.

"Ethan!"

The machine exploded.

A wave of energy passed through Ethan's body.

He collapsed.

Eric ran toward him.

"Ethan!"

Ethan opened his eyes.

Everything looked different.

He could see time.

Not just the present.

He could see moments happening around him like invisible waves.

Past.

Present.

Future.

Ethan stood.

"What happened?"

Eric looked at him.

"I don't know."

Ethan looked at a clock.

The hands began spinning backward.

Then forward.

Then stopped.

Ethan realized something.

He could control it.

He raised his hand.

The clock moved backward.

He lowered his hand.

It moved forward.

Eric smiled.

"You need a name."

Ethan looked at him.

"A name?"

"If you're going to become a hero."

Ethan thought about it.

He looked at the clock.

Then at the temporal energy surrounding his hands.

"Metronome."

Eric smiled.

"Metronome?"

"Because everything moves to a rhythm."

Eric nodded.

"I like it."

Ethan smiled.

"So what's your next patrol?"

Eric stood up.

"Webstrike has work tonight."

Ethan laughed.

"You're never going to stop calling yourself that, are you?"

"Nope."

Ethan looked at his brother.

Two brothers.

Two heroes.

Two secrets.

One college.

And an entire future waiting for them.

Eric had become Webstrike.

Now Ethan Cross was becoming something new.

Metronome.

And neither brother knew just how important they would eventually become.

Because in the future, heroes wouldn't just be protecting cities.

They would be protecting the entire world.

And sometimes...

The entire timeline.

**TO BE CONTINUED...**

This is the third part of Wonder Woman switching with Thor the equivalent to Dr Strange is Dr Fate in the equivalent to hulk is Aquaman and the equivalent to Valkyrie is Donna Troy

In 2016 in a mid credit scene for the Doctor Fate movie(ps equivalent to Dr Strange) Wonder Woman and Circe are asking him to help find Wonder woman's mother.

In 2016 we had team Wonder Woman which was a DC One shot (ps equivalent to Team Thor and I could have used Darryl Jacobson because he hasn't exist since in marvel and was a original character but I decided to use the love interest I gave Wonder Woman in her second film Trevor Barnes) in this alternate universe Aquaman never left the avengers after age of brother eye and started living with Wonder Woman. And they didn't join the little fight/civil War Batman and Superman was having

In 2017 we had Lego The Omega Men the Darkseid threat which had Wonder Woman in it.

In 2017 Wonder Woman Battle of War (equivalent to Thor: Ragnarok) this movie had a brief part on war world with Wonder Woman having the fight Aquaman Played by Jason Momoa this also had Mongul cgi but voiced by Ron Perlman(ps he would be taking the role of Grand Master and this is also where circe would be introduced again) also other important characters the villains aside from Mongol would be the main villain Ares who to be cgi to look like his new Earth appearance and he would be voice by Steve Blum other villains would be Surtur voice by Clancy Brown and for a brief time out of fear from Ares one of one woman's allies would be a villain for a little bit but eventually helping Wonder Woman that would be Nubia Play by Zoe Saldaña Wonder woman's mom Queen Hippolyta Play by Connie Nielsen would die in this movie the movie also had Donna Troy Played by Conor Leslie.

Also in 2017 we had another DC One shot Team Thor: Part 2

In 2018 we had Lego DC superheroes vixen trouble in Africa which featured Wonder Woman.

Also in 2018 we had one more DC One shot Team Trevor Barnes who made a band and for some reason Mongul was a member of that band

And the last thing in 2018 was Justice League darkseid War which goes back to the normal life action universe that has the first one Wonder Woman DCU film universe.

In 2019 we had the sequel Justice League in game which also had Wonder Woman like the one before it.

This is the in for now the next part would just be the stuff from the 2020s