Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3: The Black Order lands a decade after the previous entry in the action-RPG series, and with its arrival, it enters a world completely different from its predecessor. In the intervening years, Marvel has become a cultural juggernaut, whose films now reach billions more people than its comic book sources ever did, and are no longer a niche interest. As such, unlike the first two games (which were even released two entire console generations ago), this one takes its presentation cues from the ubiquitous cinematic universe’s iterations of the famous (and less-famous) characters.Read More
He took a picture every day, even after he died.
His camera, an old Brownie Hawkeye, served him well for his long years. He was never what you’d call a professional, nor was he particularly talented in its use, but it had been always at his side, as though it were a rare sort of fraternal twin. In truth, it had been an abandoned purchase by his father, a man for whom money was rare but alcohol was plentiful, and it had been purchased from a pawn shop in a drunken stupor one soused payday evening. His father, deeply stubborn even after the glow of the booze had burned away, refused to admit that spending nearly an entire paycheck on it was a poor idea, but had made a token effort to use it only once, before shoving it onto a shelf in the newborn’s room in frustration where it overlooked an old, wooden crib that held a new, tiny occupant.
The unplanned decoration caught the eye of the baby, and remained in that special section of a child’s mind where the mysteries of the adult world settle and grow. As he grew older, learned to talk, learned to walk, learned to learn, the boy begged after his mother to divulge the secrets of the black box on the shelf. For more years than he could remember, she would simply look sad and say it was nothing, later that it wasn’t a toy, and later still, that it was a memory of his father.Read More
INT. OFFICE. NIGHT.
The camera tracks in slowly past the mostly-drawn blinds of an office. It's late, and as the camera centers on the door, we see a sign:
RAYMOND DANFORTH — PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR
Inside, we continue to track in to find a middle-aged man, DANFORTH, standing at his window, looking out over the nighttime street. His coat is draped over his chair, and his tie is mostly undone. He looks worse for the wear...and the open bottle of Scotch on his desk and neat drink in his hand are further evidence to support the claim. He hears a rustle outside. It startles him, and he snaps his head toward his office door.
In one smooth motion, he sets down his drink and pulls his pistol from his desk drawer. So armed, he moves quickly and quietly toward the door, keeping a wary eye on the bottom for any shadows. He stands beside the door for a moment, then, not observing any movement, shifts to the other side and snatches open the door...Read More