May 24th, 2012 at 9:52AM

That was… That was cruel, Tony. I didn’t.. I know you were fighting to clear your name and escape mind control, but..  You have no idea… There were so many… 

So many I couldn’t save. 

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May 23rd, 2012 at 8:36AM

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May 23rd, 2012 at 2:12AM
“…You and CLOC remain in constant contact. He decides who lives and who dies, so that you don’t have to. What would people say if they knew you ran this ship aground to avoid lifting it, thereby killing all on board? That millions of dollars in environmental damage — for which you are about to be sued ten times over — pales into insignificance next to the lives about to be lost in a nuclear accident near Tehran? Would they be so ready to rely on you if they knew you made decisions about their lives based on probability? Would they accept the filming of a public service announcement as more important than a life lost in a car crash in Mexico— a death your could have prevented, had you so chosen? How would they feel to have the weight of the world on their shoulders, Sentry? How would they carry that burden that weighs so heavily on your mind?”  — Sentry Vol 2, #1

“…You and CLOC remain in constant contact. He decides who lives and who dies, so that you don’t have to. What would people say if they knew you ran this ship aground to avoid lifting it, thereby killing all on board? That millions of dollars in environmental damage — for which you are about to be sued ten times over — pales into insignificance next to the lives about to be lost in a nuclear accident near Tehran? Would they be so ready to rely on you if they knew you made decisions about their lives based on probability? Would they accept the filming of a public service announcement as more important than a life lost in a car crash in Mexico— a death your could have prevented, had you so chosen? How would they feel to have the weight of the world on their shoulders, Sentry? How would they carry that burden that weighs so heavily on your mind?” 

— Sentry Vol 2, #1

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May 22nd, 2012 at 11:53PM
2 notes #Reed Richard#Fantastic Four#Dr Strange#Sentry#Void#Seriously Reed is a great friend
May 22nd, 2012 at 10:33AM
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May 21st, 2012 at 7:52PM
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May 17th, 2012 at 7:07PM
karltoonist: “Hermits have no peer pressure.” -Steven Wright www.karlsavage.com That seems… accurate.

karltoonist:

“Hermits have no peer pressure.” -Steven Wright

www.karlsavage.com

That seems… accurate.

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May 16th, 2012 at 8:00PM
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May 16th, 2012 at 6:16PM
xombiedirge: Sentry by Leo Chuang

xombiedirge:

Sentry by Leo Chuang

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May 16th, 2012 at 12:57PM
//Image Prompt// Bob sighed to himself when the old Comic book covers caught his eye. Lindy must have stashed them on a shelf in the closet for… what? Safe keeping? As a memento? Or was it to help her remember the things that Robert had made her forget?  Who knew. He pulled the top booklet from the pile, staring at the cartoon version of himself on the cover, a montage of his many “accomplishments” serving as a backdrop. The Sentry on these pages was a stranger, and yet… Bob Remembered.  Sometimes his life felt like he was living in someone else’s home movies. Faded recollections that lived on in these pages and in his mind, but no where else. For all Robert knew, everything he’d ever thought he knew was a fabrication.  But there was Lindy, wasn’t there? Lindy, who loved him and who was still alive, breathing and laughing and telling him he wasn’t the monster he believed himself to be. And there was Reed Richards, who seemed… If anything, his analytical files on The Sentry made this reality seem all the more real. Rubbing a palm over the five o’clock stubble sprouting on his chin, Robert sighed and absently flipped open the pages of the Comic. He had to give the Jenkins guy credit, he’d written down everything, made it into fantastical and child-friendly tales. The Sentry hadn’t been this idyllic, the Void hadn’t been just a villain in a trench coat. But, it was nice, to think that these pages would be all anyone would ever remember about who he was before he—  … Well. Before he became This. Some bastardization between self-aware and slave to the forces within him. Robert abruptly tossed the comic book back on the shelf, unable to stand looking at the history that had led him down this path. He combed his fingers into this blonde hair and breathed out unsteadily. If only he’d been… stronger. If only he’d listened to the right people, maybe then Asgard— Don’t think about it. If only.  Bob closed his eyes and pressed his forehead into the closet doorframe, hard enough that the wooden framing cracked beneath the pressure. No wonder Lindy kept these things around. Comic Books, he thought, were the only place he would ever be remembered fondly. 

//Image Prompt//

Bob sighed to himself when the old Comic book covers caught his eye. Lindy must have stashed them on a shelf in the closet for… what? Safe keeping? As a memento? Or was it to help her remember the things that Robert had made her forget? 

Who knew.

He pulled the top booklet from the pile, staring at the cartoon version of himself on the cover, a montage of his many “accomplishments” serving as a backdrop. The Sentry on these pages was a stranger, and yet… Bob Remembered. 

Sometimes his life felt like he was living in someone else’s home movies. Faded recollections that lived on in these pages and in his mind, but no where else. For all Robert knew, everything he’d ever thought he knew was a fabrication. 

But there was Lindy, wasn’t there? Lindy, who loved him and who was still alive, breathing and laughing and telling him he wasn’t the monster he believed himself to be. And there was Reed Richards, who seemed… If anything, his analytical files on The Sentry made this reality seem all the more real.

Rubbing a palm over the five o’clock stubble sprouting on his chin, Robert sighed and absently flipped open the pages of the Comic. He had to give the Jenkins guy credit, he’d written down everything, made it into fantastical and child-friendly tales. The Sentry hadn’t been this idyllic, the Void hadn’t been just a villain in a trench coat. But, it was nice, to think that these pages would be all anyone would ever remember about who he was before he— 

… Well. Before he became This. Some bastardization between self-aware and slave to the forces within him. Robert abruptly tossed the comic book back on the shelf, unable to stand looking at the history that had led him down this path. He combed his fingers into this blonde hair and breathed out unsteadily. If only he’d been… stronger. If only he’d listened to the right people, maybe then Asgard—

Don’t think about it.

If only. 

Bob closed his eyes and pressed his forehead into the closet doorframe, hard enough that the wooden framing cracked beneath the pressure. No wonder Lindy kept these things around. Comic Books, he thought, were the only place he would ever be remembered fondly. 

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