Masque's Famous wordsMasque's Words in Dark Horse Presents #11Masque: Okay It's Time For Nine different ways to draw The Mask, That's Me. It'sA Post -Modern world so we can do anything that we want. First just pick someoneanyone-- it doesn't matter who, and cop his/her style . You'll be a genius -- just look howthe comics journal praises the Frazzeta/Toth/Steadman Imiitators . or, if we decidethat it's still the time of modernism , Take the rules for two dimensional design and forceyour image, me, to fit into those rules of course, since no one ever wrote the rules down ,you also get to make up the rules according to your senistive emotional choices.The trurly intelligent way to do it would be to get out The Superhero Comics and swipe.this is how you make the bucks, this is how to you make the editor happy. What's thatStradley , You're not happy ? have you tried drugs? so what if this is supposed to be thethe page where we update the poor reader on what has been happening? why
Nathan Nomad Gives Marilyn a Foot MassageNathan Nomad Gives Marilyna foot massage"One day after school Marilyn Shine and Nathan Nomadwent to Marilyn's house" , In Marilyn 's room Marilynsaid Nathan can you give me a foot massage?What? Said "Nathan, give you a foot massage? " Why?Because i want to show my affections for you saidMarilyn , Okay said Nathan, " Marilyn and Nathan wereon the Floor and Marilyn took off her beloved bootsand her Beloved Black and White Striped Socks" ,With her boots and socks removed Nathan GivedMarilyn a foot massage , Nathan Nomad Thoughtthat Giving Marilyn a foot Massage was embarrassingthen he realized Marilyn was show her affections forhim, After a while Before the sun sets Marilyn givesher boot and socks to Nathan as a gifts from her tohim and she loves him and he loves her too,Marilyn's Parents tells Nathan The Reason theirDaughter gave her boots and socks because hegaved a foot massage by showing her affectionsafter Leaving Marilyn's house with her boot and sock
Despicable Me Minions on The LamDespicable Me: Minions on The Lam"Dave, Stuart , Tim, Bob, Kevin, and Jerry were runningfrom the law", Police Cars pursue Them as they wererunning on foot, Tim, Kevin, and Jerry quickly liftedthe Manhole that leads to the sewers and Tim YelledThis Way!! To The Sewers!! and The Minions Escpaed ,Yuck! Cried Kevin The Sewers Reek! where are we?Asked Bob , it seems we're in the The Sewers saidStuart , "This is just great Said Dave first we getin trouble with the law and here we are now on therun", Dave, spoke Tim We Know what Happened notafter what we did and we must clear our namesif we want to prove our innocences , "we mustwaste no time we must prove our innocences ifwe want to avoid jail time said Jerry" , and theMinions Proceeded to the Sewers with Caution andthey found their way out they lifted the manholeand put the manhole back to it's position , Hey guyssaid Tim, I think we are not in our home anymoreThe Minions were in New Orleans, Louisiana ,New Orleans
The Headless Horseman Rides TonightThe Headless HorsemanThe Headless Horseman rides tonightthrough stark and starless skiesShattering the silencewith his otherworldly cries,he races through the darknesson his alabaster steed.The Headless Horseman rides tonightwherever the fates would lead.And He rides upon the wind tonight,he rides upon the wind,galloping , galloping, galloping onout of the great oblivion,galloping till the night is gone,he rides upon the wind tonight,he rides upon the wind.The headless horseman rides tonightbegarbed in robes of blackto bear a being from the earthnever to bring him back.He is evil's foul embodiment,with laughter on his breath.The headless horseman rides tonight,the minister of death.And he rides upon the wind tonight,he rides upon the wind,galloping ,galloping, galloping onout of the great oblivion,galloping till the night is gone,he rides upon the wind tonight,he rides upon the wind.The headless horseman rides tonight,he rides the wind alone.Beneath his
The MummyThe MummyIn The Darkness of a sepulcherbeneath the shifting sandsThe Mummy stirs within it's sheathof rotten linen bands,beneath the pyramid ,it moves its cloth-enshrouded handsand pushes back the lid.It arises in that chamberwhere no living thing has stepped,where for centuries it has slept,Then it stumbles through the mazesof the labyrinthine halls,and with powers supernaturalbeats down the earthen walls.Now it walks the scorching deseryall its being filled with rage,ancient rage it's borne for eonssince a dim primordial age,and it staggers blindly onward,mud-encrusted , caked with clay,and it permeates the desertwith the stench of foul decay.Now it must unleash its fury,spew the venom of its wrath,and woe to those poor souls who crossthe mummy's mindless path,for the mummy will destroy them,they will perish, wracked with pain.There is terror in the desertfor the mummy walks again.