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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Nightly Frights: Chiller (Thriller Parody)

Ever since its debut, Michael Jackson’s Thriller has been a Halloween tradition—which is why I’m not sharing it today. We’ve all seen it a million times before. You know what hasn’t been seen as many times? A Thriller parody with talking fruit in a freezer!

You could consider this hilarious, or you could consider it annoying. But I repeat myself.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Dark Stallion Teaser #2


In less than a week, my fan fiction The Dark Stallion will make its debut. I'll be releasing a few teasers until then. Here's one of them:


The next morning, Rainbow Dash was busy zipping across the sky to clear away the excess clouds that had formed during yesterday's storm. As always, she had cleared away the clouds in record time. She flew over to a lone cloud to sit and admire her handiwork.

“Dashie girl, you’ve really outdone yourself this time!” she bragged to herself. “I challenged myself to clear this sky in ten seconds flat, and I did. Naturally!”

Just then, a loud crash erupted behind her, nearly causing her to fall off her cloud. She turned to see something--or rather, someone--plummeting toward the ground. Even though it had flown past her at breaking speed, Dash recognized the falling object as a purple pegasus.

In a gasp, Dash dove off the cloud and after the pegasus. She soon gained enough speed to fly alongside him as the two of them began nearing the ground. Inspecting him, she noticed that his eyes were barely open and his wings were lifelessly limp. Dash wrapped her legs around his body and lifted her wings, causing the two pegasi to glide across the ground before either could crash into it. Unfortunately for them, they flew into the marketplace, crashing through a series of carts and stalls until finally crash landing into a stall of rugs. The crowd around them began to panic as they crowded around the two fallen pegasi.

Dash had just enough strength remaining in her to pick her head up and look at the pegasus she had saved. He was purple with wavy black hair, black ears, wings, and hooves. His eyes, barely open, were green like his cutie mark—a gust of wind.

Those were the most details Rainbow Dash could recognize before she quickly collapsed and passed out.


The Dark Stallion premieres Nov. 1.

SATIRE: College Requires Written Consent


College Students Required To Offer Written Sexual Consent

College code requires students to sign and submit waivers before engaging in any sexual contact, or else risk being disciplined for sexual misconduct.

Moron Dowd
Daily Bungle

It was your typical college romance. John and Jane met at the beginning of their freshmen year at Justinuther University, and over the next few weeks, began to know each other a little better.

By the following semester, after attending a campus party, the two decided to take their relationship to the next level.

Jane invited John over to her dorm room, where she made the first move and asked him if he wanted to sleep with her. John complied, and the two had sex.

Despite both of them drinking at the party earlier that evening, both were sober enough to offer each other their consent and use protection.

The next morning, neither of them were ashamed of what they had done, and both were willing to do it again in the near future.

This is where their story should have ended. Sadly, for them, it did not, and their ending was anything but happy.

Two days later, they were both summoned to the Dean of Students Office, which had caught wind of their sexual act. Both of them were accused of violating the college’s new code of sexual conduct.

Under the new code, students wishing to engage in sexual contact are required to offer their written consent. Neither John no Jane had complied with this measure, and thus, they were charged by college officials with sexual misconduct—specifically, Jack was charged with rape.

Despite their insistence that their sex was consensual and mutual, and despite police investigating their case and concluding that they were innocent of any sexual misconduct, and thus refused to charge them with any crime, the two were brought before the college judiciary, who convicted John of rape and had him promptly expelled.

John has since hired a lawyer and filed a lawsuit against the college. His lawsuit remains pending.

“This is beyond ridiculous,” Jane said in a phone interview. “How could I have been raped if I wanted to have sex? I consented. John consented. We both consented. Neither of us had any regrets, and we both loved it. End of story. John did not rape me.”

The college’s code of sexual conduct was revised prior to the start of the fall semester last year, and was passed at the behest of student feminist groups urging for stricter rules and regulations against sexual assault.

Under the school’s new code, simply asking another student if they want to have sex and receiving a “yes” answer is insufficient for consent. Both students must report to the student office and sign and submit a waiver expressing their sexual consent though writing.

Their waiver requires filling out a form detailing all of the physical and sexual contact they wish to engage in, from kissing and fondling, to whether their sex includes oral or anal, to what sexual position they wish to assume.

After completing their form and providing their signatures, both students must wait a minimum of two to three days until their waiver is approved to engage in their desired coitus.

Despite these otherwise “draconian” measures (as many students have described it), most students have chosen to bypass this new process and do what Mother Nature programmed them to do. Most students have been able to get away with this, but others such as John and John have not.

Even when students have complied with the new process, a simple typographical error could have them running the risk of being disciplined for sexual misconduct.

One couple, who wishes to remain anonymous, had submitted their waiver and received approval, but were still disciplined when it was learned that the female student gave the male student a blowjob, despite them having specified in their form that they were only engaging in regular sex.

Another couple ran into a similar predicament when they decided halfway through their sexual act to try “doggy style” when they had originally specified that they were only going to engage in the missionary position.

The college has refused to divulge the number of students it has disciplined for sexual misconduct, nor how it was able to learn that said students had been engaging in it.

The college’s new code rides on the current wind of nationwide debate concerning college sexual assault, the flames of which were further fanned earlier this spring by an investigation by the Office of Civil Rights (OCR) at the Department of Education of 55 colleges that were suspected of not reporting sexual assault cases.

That investigation, along with national stories of rape cases such as Steubenville, have prompted activists, mostly feminists, to demand stricter laws and regulations, especially on college campuses, to curtail sexual assault.

To support their demands, feminists have often cited the common statistic that one in five female college students are raped—a figure based upon a study which has since been debunked by criminologists James Alan Fox and Richard Moran:
“The estimated 19% sexual assault rate among college women is based on a survey at two large four-year universities, which might not accurately reflect our nation’s colleges overall. In addition, the survey had a large non-response rate, with the clear possibility that those who had been victimized were more apt to have completed the questionnaire, resulting in an inflated prevalence figure.”
Their findings, along with other statistics that reveal sexual assault rates at record lows, refute feminist claims that America is currently suffering from a “rape epidemic."

However, this has not stopped elected officials from proposing and passing stricter laws concerning sexual assault.

Recently, California approved SB 967, or the “Yes Means Yes” bill, which requires colleges to adopt stricter guidelines concerning sexual conduct based upon “affirmative consent,” which the bill defines as "an affirmative, unambiguous, and conscious decision by each participant to engage in mutually agreed-upon sexual activity.”

The bill further stipulates that consent may be revoked if "the accused's belief in consent arose from the self-induced intoxication or recklessness of the accused" or if "the accused did not take reasonable steps, in the circumstances known to the accused at the time, to ascertain that the complainant was consenting."

While the bill has been praised by feminist activists, it has come under scrutiny by critics over its “ambiguous” definition of consent, which could potentially lead to false rape accusations.

Furthermore, the processes by which colleges would be required to adopt to investigate rape allegations could lead to the accused having their legal rights violated, as Reason Magazine’s Robby Soave explained:
“The big [problem] is that many colleges don’t extend due process rights to students involved in the process. The accused are frequently denied legal counsel, the right to call their own witnesses or cross-examine the evidence against them, and they are convicted on the "preponderance of the evidence" standard, which only requires administrators to be 50.00001 percent sure of themselves. This is the standard the federal government insists upon and California's bill requires. Students found guilty under that standard are often suspended for years or expelled outright, meaning that whatever money they spent on tuition is wasted. And since other colleges are loathe to admit anyone with a campus sexual assault violation on his record, conviction in a campus court can end a person's college career forever.”
One recent incident that highlights this potential problem occurred last year at Occidental College when a male student was expelled after being accused of rape.

Despite his case revealing that his accuser had previously expressed her willingness to have sex with him, both to him and to another friend, and despite the police finding no evidence of any wrongdoing from either party, the male student was still expelled, as the school considered his accuser’s consent “invalid” due to her being intoxicated.

Despite such potential problems concerning the “Yes Means Yes” bill and other anti-rape measures, feminist supporters have remained unfazed by them.

Vox's editor-in-chief Ezra Klein admitted that the bill “is a terrible law” that would do more harm than good, but that the inevitable harm was necessary to combat sexual assault on college campuses:
“If the Yes Means Yes law is taken even remotely seriously it will settle like a cold winter on college campuses, throwing everyday sexual practice into doubt and creating a haze of fear and confusion over what counts as consent. This is the case against it, and also the case for it. Because for one in five women to report an attempted or completed sexual assault means that everyday sexual practices on college campuses need to be upended, and men need to feel a cold spike of fear when they begin a sexual encounter...To work, "Yes Means Yes" needs to create a world where men are afraid.”

I'm not sure what's worse about anti-rape measures such as California's "Yes Means Yes" bill: that their "good intentions" will inevitably pave the road to hell for the sex lives of unwitting college students, or that their feminist supporters don't give a damn?

Nightly Frights: The Mysterious Stranger


Ever heard of Will Vinton? If you haven’t, you’ve probably heard of the California Raisins. Those singing raisins were one of his many creations, along with many other animated shorts and features that he filmed with his signature stop-motion technique “Claymation.”

By far, his magnum opus was the 1985 film “The Adventures of Mark Twain,” which was the first full-length feature film created with the Claymation technique.

The film is about the titular author Mark Twain embarking on a fantastical voyage with his characters Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, and Becky Thatcher as they chase Haley’s Comet in a steamboat-esque airship.

The movie is a profile of Mark Twain’s life and work, with vignettes of his short stories including “The Frog of Calaveras County,” “The Diaries of Adam and Eve,” and “The Mysterious Stranger.”

Never heard of the last one? That’s probably because it was one of Twain’s post humorous works. Not much is known about this unpublished short story, other than Twain has been working on it for a good decade until his inevitable passing.

Oh, and the protagonist is Satan—which explains why the animated segment based off of it is rather, well, creepy.

Yeah, this infamous segment of the film was rumored to have been censored on television and in other countries. That’s not true, of course, but watching the segment, you can almost understand why it could have been true.

Words cannot do justice to this scene. You have to watch it for yourself. (Just don’t do it before bed if you plan on sleeping for the evening—or the decade!):

Monday, October 27, 2014

Nightly Frights: Top 10 Inadvertent Nightmare Stuff


Let’s face it: everyone and their grandmothers have already made a top ten list of scariest childhood scares—even I made such a list—and when you have so many lists flooding the internet, chances are, the waters will stagnate, and everything will be diluted and homogenous.

Seriously, who hasn’t cited Fantasia’s "Night On Bald Mountain" as one of the movie moments that made them wet their pants? Or how about Willy Wonka’s Tunnel of Doom? Or Large Marge from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure?

Well, The Obscure ain’t got no time for that! He’s a real hipster who breaks from the crowd and strives to be anything but predictable—which is very clear from his list of "Top 10 Inadvertent Nightmare Stuff."

You won’t see any of the tired-old cliché selections that you see on other lists. Instead, The Obscure overlooks the intentionally scary stuff in favor of the more, well, obscure scares—the ones that most other nostalgiatards overlook.

Like how about the running out of air music from Sonic the Hedgehog? If you’re trying to beat the game, then there is no scarier music than that.

Or how about the E.T. ride at Universal Studios. Sure, E.T. would hardly scare any three-year-old, but the other abominations on his home planet are sure to plague any child’s nightmares.

Or how about Slim Goodbody? You know, Slim Goodbody? The educator who used to dress up in a flesh-tone bodysuit that displays all of his internal organs? You have to admit, that was rather gruesome.

But all of that pales in comparison to his #1 pick. What is it? Well, you’ll have to see for yourself. But let’s just say you’ll never consider evolution the same way again.

Top 13 Sesame Street Scares (#3)


As I mentioned in my list of Top 13 Scariest Nostalgic Moments, the "Sesame Street News Flash" intro always scared the Sweet Celestia out of me as a little kid, making it my biggest nostalgic scare.

However, nightmare-inducing intro aside, the Sesame Street News Flashes themselves were rather entertaining, and I never really had a big problem with them.

Most of them, at least!

And this one would be the segment I had the biggest problems with.

#3: Humpty Dumpty News Flash

The “Humpty Dumpty” news flash carries out as you would expect.

Kermit is reporting on the scene where, true to the nursery rhyme, Humpty Dumpty has taken his great fall, and all of the king’s horses and all of the kings men are racing around in panic trying to put poor Humpy Dumpty together again.

Unlike the nursery rhyme, however, the king’s horses and men actually manage to put the broken egg back together again.

And when you see him, you’d wish that they didn’t.

But seriously, how bad can it be? It’s just a big egg. How scary can an egg be…

Muppet Wiki


Those teeth. My Celestia, those teeth! They’re so big and…Holy sheet! Teeth are not supposed to open and close that way.

Thank frigging Celestia that that—that abomination ends up getting cracked again, and let’s pray that the king’s horses and men can’t put him back together again this time.

The sunnier side up to this is that, in future segments, a different Humpty Dumpty Muppet would be used—one that’s more friendlier and less—nightmare inducing.

Muppet Wiki

This was originally going to be at the top spot on my list, but as you can see, this is only #3! We have two more to go, and, oh boy, are they much more nightmare-inducing than this.

Prepare yourselves, folks! Things are about to get really bucked up in here!

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Nightly Frights: Grad Night In The Haunted Mansion

Schmoes Know

There’s an urban legend that claims that, when the Haunted Mansion attraction first opened in Disneyland, that it was so frightening that a guest was scared to death from a heart attack, forcing the attraction to be promptly shut down and revamped.

Obviously, that urban legend is simply that: a legend.

However, there have been elements of the ride that have been changed and removed during its lifetime. One such element was an animatronic ghost known as the Hat Box Ghost, thusly named because it carried around a hat box with something sinister inside.

Since its initial removal from the ride, fans have speculated as to why it was removed. Some say it was too frightening. Others claim its mechanics were outdated. But still others have claimed that there is a far more sinister reason for the ghost’s removal—a reason that three friends would discover after sneaking aboard the ride during the annual grad night:

The big plan for the night was kind of ambitious and maybe a little reckless – to this day, I can’t remember who suggested it first, only that we all thought it was a great idea. We had already gotten into the park and gone on a number of rides when it was brought up, while we were sitting on a bench in Frontierland eating churros. From where we sat, we could look across the Rivers of America to Tom Sawyer Island, and past that where the river curved to New Orleans Square. Poking above the trees was the cupola of the Haunted Mansion, with its clipper ship weather-vane. The sun had just gone down, and the sky was awash with dull orange and purple clouds, most of which seemed to loom behind the cupola. I pointed out how perfect and spooky the whole thing looked, and that got us talking about it. The mansion was a collective favorite, and being dumb kids, we agreed to do a little exploring: to effectively “spend the night” in the Haunted Mansion.

We laughed about as we got in line for it, moving past the brick columns and up the walk toward the mansion, but inside I was a bit nervous. You have to understand security was a bit more lax back then, so it was plausible that we would be able to pull this off if we were careful. Plus, Grad Night always had kids getting into trouble, and the likelihood of us getting banned for good was not as high as it could have been. But I still felt tense, that feeling you get when you’re scared about going on a thrill ride for the first time, excited but hesitant.

The three of us – Mike, Karen and myself – had it all worked out: when you first enter the mansion, you’re escorted into a room that seems to stretch and warp before your eyes, which is actually an elevator that takes guests below ground, where a hallway connects to the ride building beyond the park’s berm. As everyone else crowded out of the room and into the Hall of Morphing Portraits, we lagged behind (which the disembodied voice of the Ghost Host jokingly warns you not to do) and fell in at the very back of the line. By the time we piled into our “Doombuggy,” there was no one else behind us, and the black, endless procession of clamshell-like cars were empty.

We went through the ride as normal, cracking jokes and making banter at all the old familiar scenes, until we reached the exit crypt. We stepped out onto the moving platform and walked toward the escalator ramp that leads from the crypt back to the park outside. If you don’t know, the escalator hugs the wall on the right, but on the left is a small crypt scene where a tiny, ghostly bride stands on a stone shelf and tells you to “Hurry back…Hurry back…” Mike took charge here, deliberately turning backwards as we went up to watch the cast member near the buggies below us. Mike’s a big, broad-shouldered guy, a football player through-and-through, and his bulk hid me and Karen from view as we slowly ascended. At his signal, when the cast member monitoring the exit had his back turned, Karen and I climbed over the rail and dropped down into the crypt scene, where we quickly scurried under the dusty space beneath the escalator. Mike was over a moment later, and we laughed and congratulated each other on a job well done.

We must have spent a good hour or so down there, giggling into our hands whenever we heard footsteps and voices overhead of unsuspecting people exiting the ride. Karen even had some snacks she’d brought with her, and we sat there in the dark and ate and whispered to each other. It was like being in a weird clubhouse, and it felt good that we three shared this delinquency together, even as the narration of the ghost bride looped over and over again in the background: “Hurry back…Hurry back…Be sure to bring your death certificate. If you decide to join us, make final arrangements now. We’ve been…dying to have you.”

Eventually the novelty wore off, and we got quiet, and then listless. Sure, we’d managed this much, but then what? Karen pointed out that it had been eerily silent for awhile – other than the monotonous speech of the bride and other spooky ambient sounds, there were no more people coming up the ramp. Mike said he thought maybe the park had closed, but that made no sense because it was open all night on Grad Night. Not wanting to get in trouble, but also wondering what was up, I volunteered to clamber back up and take a look. When I did, using some of the crypt scenery for hand and footholds, I saw that there was no one around, not even a cast member down at the unloading platform at the end.

When I reported this, Mike and Karen climbed back up as well, and we went back down the unloading station to look around. All the Doombuggies coming along the corridor were empty, and there was not a person in sight. It was odd, to say the least, and I felt like something was definitely off to have the place so empty. I was about to suggest turning around and heading back outside when Mike said he’d always wondered where the Doombuggies went after they dropped you off. They rounded a dark corner in the crypt area and vanished from sight, and Mike was curious what was down there.
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Dark Stallion Teaser #1

In less than a week, my fan fiction The Dark Stallion will make its debut. I'll be releasing a few teasers until then. Here's one of them:


Spike watched with his snout upon the tabletop as a cockroach scurried across. His eyes then focused on Twilight standing opposite to him.

“Ready, Twilight?” he asked.

Twilight nodded. “Here goes.”

She closed her eyes as her horn began to glow with a purple aura. Before either the pony or dragon could blink, a glass jar materialized on the table, trapping the cockroach within it.

Spike leapt for joy with fist pumped in the air. “Alright!”

He ran over to a nearby checklist propped upon an easel.

“That’s your 50th spell and counting, Twilight!” he said as he marked a red check. “You’ve sure learned a lot since you moved to Ponyville a year ago.”

Twilight blushed. “That’s what happens when you commit yourself to your studies.”

Spike sauntered over to the table and stared at the cockroach trying frantically to escape its glass prison, despite the fact that it was sealed shut with a lid.

“I have to say, though, it would have been much cooler if you made it explode.” He threw his elbows on the table and placed his chin upon his claws. “20 percent cooler if it had exploded in a sonic rainboom.”

Twilight giggled. “It may have been cooler, but it wouldn’t have been as humane.”

Using her magic, she picked up the jar, causing the bug within to scurry faster in panic.

“It may be an ugly Blattodea, but it’s still a living creature, and it has every right to live.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “You’ve been hanging around Fluttershy lately, haven’t you?”

Twilight walked over to a nearby window to open the jar and throw out the roach. “That obvious?”

“I still say you should learn how to make something explode.” Spike leapt from the table and walked toward Twilight. “It would look great on your list of spells. Then again, I don’t know any other pony who knows more spells than you do.”

On that note, the library door flew open.

Through it entered a colt, a light-blue unicorn with a silver mane. He wore a brown jacket, a satchel over his shoulder, and a golden pocket watch dangling around his neck. Though his jacket concealed it, his cutie mark was a green triangle inside a square inside a circle—an alchemy circle. He was slightly taller than Twilight and seemed slightly older than her, but if only by a year or two. His eyes flickered with a serious look—not a mean one, but by no means gleeful either.

Without speaking a word, he walked over to one of the bookshelves. He scanned its contents before choosing a book using the magic from his horn.

“Oh, good morning,” Twilight greeted him.

The unicorn glanced at Twilight, then back at his book. “Morning.”

“Back again, I see?” Twilight commented.

The unicorn did not respond. He walked to a nearby table where he sat down and started reading his book, but not before unloading the contents of his satchel: a notepad, a pencil, and a few other books of his.

“This has to be the third time this week he’s come here,” Spike whispered into Twilight's ear.

Twilight nodded. “Yes. And he always stays until closing. Must be important research he’s working on.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen him around before. Is he new to Ponyville?”

“I think he moved into town just this week."

“What’s his name?”

“You know, I’m not sure either. I never really talked to him.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Spike asked, smacking Twilight on the rump, prodding her forward. “Go ahead and talk to him.”

Twilight hesitated. “But—”

Spike motioned for her to move forward.

Twilight shrugged. She walked over to the colt, who was now in deep concentration, reading his book and taking notes.

“Looks like you’re doing some pretty important research there,” Twilight said, trying desperately to break the ice.

The colt did not look up to acknowledge her, but continued what he was doing. “It is.”

“I don’t think we've been properly introduced. I’m Twilight Sparkle.”

The unicorn continued his work, taking a much long time before replying, “Xander.”

Silence hung between the two: Xander enthralled in his research, and Twilight hesitating to say something. She had not felt this awkward since she had first met Fluttershy, but to Xander’s credit, he was still more talkative that her.

“So, Xander, just what is it exactly you’re researching there?” She asked. “You’ve been here everyday for—”

“Listen Miss,” The colt interrupted, not in a mean way, but rather in a blunt one. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m busy right now and I prefer not to be disturbed.”

Twilight gasped and blushed bright red. “Oh! Well, um. I guess I’ll leave you to your work then.”

She quietly slipped away and returned to Spike, who shot a dirty look at Xander.

“Well, at least we know he’s the rude type.” He said, hands upon hips.

Twilight shook her head. “He’s not rude, just pre-occupied. I used to be the same way, remember? We just need to give him time. He’ll open up eventually.”


At the Ponyville Dam, the water passed from the reservoir above and through its turbines before emptying out into the river below, just as it did ever day since the dam was first built.

But then something began to stir within the waters below the dam. The water spiraled into a small whirlpool before erupting into a large water devil.

From it emerged a humanoid creature endowed in a dark-blue robe like that of a wizard. It was a green frog-like creature with yellow slit eyes and a yellow beak for a mouth. Though its wizard hat concealed it, its head was concave like a bowl and was filled to the brim with water. And though its robe concealed it, his back had a shell like that of a turtle. In its slimy, webbed-hand grasp it held a wooden staff with a blue sapphire sitting atop it.

This creature was a kappa, and from his appearance, he was a wizard.

The kappa gazed upon the dam mischievously and gently raised his staff. From the sapphire a blue light was emitted into the clouds above, which soon grew dark. As he swiveled his staff in his hands, the clouds began to circle with it, growing darker and darker. From them roared thunder and crashed lightning as from them poured rain.

The creature cackled in amusement.


The Dark Stallion premieres Nov. 1.

MLP Villains: Lord Tirek

Finally! To wrap up this year’s collection of MLP Villains posts, I’m closing out this month with the best MLP Villain of them all: Lord Tirek.

Long ago, Tirek came from another land to take over Equestria, but his brother, who had befriended the ponies, warned of his plot, and Tirek was cast into Tartarus for his crimes. Centuries passed, and Tirek managed to escape his prison and regain his power once more. With the help of the trickster, Discord, he was able to absorb all of the magic from the ponies in Equestria, including the alicorn princesses themselves. Everything seemed to be in his favor until Twilight and her friends unlocked the Rainbow Power and used it to banish him to Tartarus once more.

And here is a few select fan art of the most powerful villain of them all:

Tirek Scrap by harwicks-art on deviantART

"Is he friend or is he foe, the pony folk wonders. I can assure you, I am no friend!" Best. Line. EVER!

Tirek by Audrarius on deviantART

Please tell me I'm not the only one to see similarities between Tirek and Trigon from Teen Titans. Big, red horned demons seem to look the same to me.

Anti-Rainbow by BlindCoyote on deviantART

Discord really didn't see this coming, but I'm surprised the others didn't see it as well. Discord siding with the villain? No! How?

Tirek by baitoubaozou on deviantART

Tirek uses flamethrower. It's super effective.

Tirek vs. Twilight by QuizzicalKisses on deviantART

I want to say that the fight scene between Twilight and Tirek was the best animated fight scene this side of the pond from Japan, but that honor belongs to Aang’s fight with the Fire Lord in Avatar. But this scene is pretty far close!

Tirek Tastes the Rainbow by Ghostwalker2061 on deviantART

Twilight summons Bahamut. It's super effective. (Okay, the monster is actually Neltharion, but I don't know who he is. Also, I mixed up Final Fantasy with Pokémon.)

Decisive Battle! by DANMAKUMAN on deviantART

Twilight uses Thunderbolt. It's not very effective. (Okay, that's enough Pokémon references from me.)

Attack On Tirek by Left2Fail on deviantART

I know this picture is an Attack on Titan reference, but all I can think of is Samurai Jack. Now I'm thinking of Tirek with Mako's voice.

Spike vs. Tirek by KometIV on deviantART

Spike vs. Tirek. Well, this is the closest we're going to get to an actual Dragonball reference.

Taste The Rainbow Tirek by MEGARAINBOWDASH2000 on deviantART

Even as babies they're still epic!

Tirek and Discord against the world by seriousdog on deviantART

You may laugh now, but don't you ever underestimate the power of the sandwich. There is a reason why Jared lost that much weight!

Tirek-sama by DarthCraftus on deviantART

Tirek IS best villain. All the other villains are just imitating.

tirek by CSImadmax on deviantART

The new-school look at the old-school villain—or, at least before he was given the official new-school look.

Sunday Funnies (10/25/2014)

Need a good laugh? We all do! So here’s your weekly compilation of political cartoons. And this week is Halloween! I don’t know what’s scarier: the children parading down the street with their masks and costumes, the mainstream media whipping up fear over Ebola and Isis, or the barrage of negative political ads leading up to midterm elections? Ah, well. Soon the horror will end after Halloween. (Or rather, after Election Day!)




























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