SUPERMAN DIED TWICE
After having the game in my possession for a few weeks, I finally came around to installing Fable onto my PC. No, you read correctly, Fable. Not Fable 2, but just the original. It’s a game I have been meaning to dive into for a very long time, because like a child, I can only sleep soundly after being told a story that tingles my imagination. And ultimately, isn’t that what the Fable franchise is all about?
Superman Doomsday made its way into my DVD player last night. Because of my childish mental state, comic book characters on any other medium fascinates me the way the birth of a new star fascinates an astronomer. To be fair when comparing excitement levels, this star would have to bear its origin in the astronomer’s morning cereal resting in a pool of milk on his spoon. Yet, there are times when this diffusion through mediums makes me wish it never took place. Superman died twice on that DVD. Once in the movie, and once in my heart. Duane Capizzi, who wrote the movie, failed to capture anything from the entire “Death of Superman” run. Like a mad scientist’s attempt at creating life, he succeeded with producing the shell, but ran out of ideas oh how to instill a soul. Seeing Superman in a live action fist fight with Doomsday can only carry the movie so far.
After having purchased their 5 volumes of comics at Comic Con in June, I got around to flipping open the cover for the first time last night. My eyes immediately found the pages where Tyco and Gabe autographed my memorabilia. I immediately regret having done so, because my mythical memory of our encounter was knocked off its pedestal by the reality of what actually took place. According to my fantasy, the three of us engaged in a conversation where video game characters danced and wielded unnatural powers to make a better world than the one we occupy. A conversation so interesting it became a damn podcast, downloaded by millions around the world. Not pirated, but purchased off iTunes. It was that fucking riveting. Sadly, the authentic experience involved the two signing my book and sending me on my way. Not a word exchanged, and no dedications to accompany their autograph. At one point, I silently questioned Gabe’s enthusiasm for having fans that are excited to see the minds behind Penny Arcade. Then I remembered that, like me, these two are supposedly indoor non sociable creatures, creatures that burn in the presence of sunlight. Two people, like me, who would probably choose to save the life of a cute kitten over another member of our derogatory society.
Tags: Doomsday, Fable, Fable 2, Penny Arcade, Superman