7 Shockingly Dark Origins of Lovable Children's Characters
Sometimes it's the people closest to us that we know the
least. We've all had that moment when we first found out that our best
friend prefers The Monkees to The Beatles, that our significant other
believes wrestling is real, or that our favorite uncle once killed a
homeless man in Kentucky over a bottle of Night Train. Well, fictional
characters are like that too: With just a little bit of digging, you can
uncover all sorts of messed up crap that'll ruin all the things you
used to love. So let's get started on doing that!
#7. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
The ninja turtles have seen more incarnations than some Hindu gods.
They've been in cartoons, comic books, movies and even a rock band with a
bunch of guys in secondhand Muppet costumes. You know the gist, though:
Wacky pals who spend their days skateboarding, eating pizza, cracking
wise and jumpkicking morality into confused teenage Foot Clan members.
Including a young Sam Rockwell
But before that, they were:
Cold-blooded killing machines. If you've only seen the movies or
cartoon shows, you're probably vaguely aware of their origin story.
After being exposed to radioactive ooze, four turtles were raised as
ninjas by their adoptive father Splinter, a giant rat who's basically
like Yoda with parasites.
In the very first issue of the comic series, Splinter reveals why he's been training the turtles for 13 years: to kill Shredder.
Not "bring him to justice" or "stop the evil foot clan," but
specifically to murder this one man for Splinter's personal revenge.
They were single-purposed hit-turtles, trained by their insane master
for over a decade just to take one life. The comic doesn't show much of
that lovable father-son relationship that the turtles have with Splinter
in the cartoon, either. They are not a loving family obliging their
master's wishes out of affection and duty; they're just Splinter's
pre-programmed death machines.
The very first issue ends with the turtles searching out and hunting
down Shredder (no long and storied rivalry for the turtles to build up
animosity toward him or anything; they were total strangers up until the
point the turtles jumped out of the shadows and tried to murder him).
The encounter ends with a brief fight on top of a building, where this
happens:
Turtle Power, motherfucker!
That's Leonardo -- the boring moral center of the group, the generic
good guy, the default leader character that nobody wanted to pick when
it came time to declare which turtle you wanted to be -- and he is
straight up brutally murdering a man with a sword. After Leo stabs
Shredder, the rest of the turtles surround the mortally wounded man and
tell him in no uncertain terms that he can either be dishonorably
murdered (by them) or else honorably commit seppuku, which is
essentially suicide by disembowelment.
He refuses and eventually dies while trying to kill the turtles, but
really picture that first scene: Wisecracking Raphael, nerdy Donatello,
noble Leonardo and Michelangelo -- fucking Michelangelo with
his surfer accent and cowabunga attitude -- are all standing around an
injured man trying to force him to cut his own guts out. And this was
not a weird, unique misstep in an otherwise harmless comic. Nearly all
of the early Turtles books were absolutely filled with the kind of
ultraviolence that would make Alex DeLarge dry-heave stomach bile onto
his loafers.
Two years in the making, Ben John Smith's second hard cover collection of poetry, and predecessor to Air a Boire, is finally here, and ready to be flogged! Featuring the extremely brilliant composition work and inlay design of German trash artist THS (www.ths.nu).
My horrible typos and silly word slinging has been painstakingly edited by my good friend and fellow writer for HST, Ian Shearer; with special thanks to Mike Daily for being such a dude. This is not the collection of artists featured in HST over the past few months, this is a book i started long before the HST was even thought about.
108 pages; 6" x 9", jacket-hardcover binding, cream interior paper (50# weight), black and white interior ink, white exterior paper (100# weight), full-color exterior ink. Jacket Wrap and gold embossing on cloth spine.
While i have tried to keep the price as absolutely low as possible (I'm making about 1 dollar from each book) i know it's still scrapped in a little steep but with out pissing in my pocket - it really is worth the money spent, not only for my poetry but for the entire feel and complete package only a hard cover like this can embody.
Obviously for adults only, i am very pleased to send this sucker out into the world and hope for a wide reception of feedback in any form, from any one! Please DO NOT buy this book if you are easily offended, have any shred of respect for me at all, don't want to hear stories about my penis, fear you may be exposed in one of these poems, are a family member of mine of D'Arnes,if you drink soy latte's or enjoy poetry about flowers and rivers. Any one else, please check it out with a grain of salt and a giggle and i thank you in advance for your support and on going communication.
Lets all get pissed and say silly things!
Double Peneteration
Double Penetration is Horror Sleaze And Trash's first publication; featuring the poetry of Ryan Quinn Flanagan and Ben Smith. A collection of 70 off-beat and low brow poems you imagine the pair to come up with in this mix of madness. 10 Aussie bucks will get this sucker to your door. A5 in size, about 80 pages, soft card cover with black and white insides. Buy it now, or don't, and wish you hadda, 25 limited copies. Great gift idea for your Grandmothers!
Drunk at the matinee
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
(ill put a better review up as soon as some one reads the fucking thing; and then lets me know that its a steaming heap of shit)
Sold out until further notice
I fucking love you, Bitch.
"I fucking love you, Bitch" is my new
card cover chap book, 25 pages, color cover
and b/w insides. Poetry based on the duality
of the sexes - but mainly filth and stories
that made my girl laugh.
Five bucks which will pay for shipping
and printing costs. Or free if ya send me a
cool letter.
"Mate, your off your tits." is my weekly spot on alternative reel. featuring dumb shit by a dumb cunt, doing dumb shit, you feel that?
Check the motherfucker out . com
GIANT.
Date: 2009
Details: Gluebook, 21 x 25,5 x 2 cm, mixed media (adhesive tape, spray paint, oil/color sticks, acrylic, paper, color and black&white prints on kid’s book), 24 pages, handmade, signed, unique piece
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