Saturday, June 11, 2011

Day 162

Day 162: June 11th

Dark Reign: The Shattering

I have mentioned my comic project several times in this blog I am sure so here is a little more about it as well as a few of the pages I have finished for it.

It began with the superhuman registration act which incited a civil war that divided the superhuman population, pitting hero against hero.

While that spectacle held the world’s attention a secret invasion of Earth by the shape shifting Skrulls escalated. The heroes put aside their differences and united against the Skrull invasion but it was an unlikely ally who saved the day, Norman Osborn – fully pardoned from his criminal past as the Green Goblin and leading the Thunderbolts initiative.

The president rewarded Osborn by stripping Tony Stark of his command position with S.H.E.I.L.D. and giving to Norman. Osborn renames it H.A.M.M.E.R. and creates his own teams of Avenger and X-Men, mostly made of villains masquerading as heroes. Under Osborn’s dark reign many of the real heroes choose to retreat into hiding while others mysteriously just disappeared. Osborn’s ‘heroes’ kept the peace while many villains took part in revolving door deals and were having back room meetings with Osborn himself which would keep them out of prison. There were rumors of heroes and teams even still standing in the shadows, opposing H.A.M.M.E.R. and Osborn chased these whispers with a determined resolve.

Under the influences of Loki, god of mischief, Osborn led a siege of Asgard using the powerful Sentry to lay waste to the mythical city. Loki was slain by the Sentry after attempting to stop Norman’s attack when he realized that it was going further than he had originally wanted it to go. When the dust settled, Asgard lay in ruins and Thor and all other surviving Asgardians had vanished. Ares, the god of war, also felt betrayed by Normans actions and attempted to stop the Sentry but has not been seen since part of the city collapsed on him during their fight.

Today Norman sits in his office pondering what his next move shall be, while enjoying a cool gentle breeze floating in the window. Little does he know that the butterfly has flapped its wings and that breeze is only the beginnings of the winds of change…

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