ESOTERIC PUGILISTS

graphic novel part 4, 'The Devil's Avalanche'/'Boxing sugary Nina - bride of Studcreep''

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Two lovers think they have what it takes to climb the mountain of demons, but can they comprehend the source of all that 'evil'?

 

 

THE DEVIL'S AVALANCHE SYPNOSIS

This is a spiritual love story of sorts: 2 mma cyborgs, Boxing sugary Nina and Studcreep catch each other's eye in a gym. They go jogging on their first informal date. Nina convinces Studcreep to take on the challenge of the devil's avalanche with her: one has to climb a steep mountain while fighting a deluge of monstrous warriors and hellish elements.

This demonic deluge is said to embody humankind's collective negativity. No fighter has ever climbed it, more importantly, they know why they failed - understanding the root of all this evil is the key to overcoming it.

Nina and Studcreep hold their own in the initial stages. The demons come in various shapes and sizes; some of their forms are so abstract and organic, that they resemble shape-shifting blades, projectiles, studded spacecraft and other weaponry. But the lovers persevere by combining their strengths - Nina's the indestructible shield in terms of her harsh element-resistant, golem-like sturdiness, and Studcreep's the all-thrusting, multi-headed sword in terms of his explosiveness, indecipherable guile and flexibility.

Studcreep is so attuned to the ever-fluctuating psycho-energetic atmoshere that he literally changes form with every move - accordingly to the anatomical dynamic and function, like a malleable, anthromorphic machine engineered by organic -robotics .

But they hit a barrier, because more demons attack - replacing them at a pace greater than they can be exterminated.

So the lovers retreat upon their realization that the devil's avalanche can't be subdued by one, two, a dozen, a hundred, even a thousand people, since it's comprised of humanity's disowned demons. Society has to combat them as a whole, and reclaim their 'illegitimate spirits' as angels - otherwise the avalanche from below(hell) will keep growing and growing....

 

 

 

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graphic novel 3, Apocalyptic Utopia

 

In a distant world inhabited by conflicting entities, an egalitarian society is still created.

 

                                                                     Apocalyptic Utopia summary

A distant planet inhabited by various gods, devils, aliens, robots, fairies, and other seemingly conflicting beings, is nearing its end. These entities decide to let go of their petty differences in order to make the best of the thirty years they have left... they understand that - as a result of their many conflicts - great damage has been done to their world.

They start a vast social reconstruction project, which includes the participation of even prisoners and homeless beings.The answers to life's ills suddenly seem so obvious upon removing their self-imposed barriers... citizens work day and night, as they convert prison and military facilities, and abandoned ghettoes into one all-connecting complex that's a cross between a university and mall. Everyone has access to goods, food, education, resources, and shelter.

This positive atmosphere: of creative work, play, and community is so great, that there's no room for doubt or bewilderment... endless probabilities for chaos are converted into infinite possibilities for self-exploration and creativity. .. They realize that they had only advanced so much with their conflicting, overly-individualistic paths - that they're still distanced from one another - stuck at a spiritual standstill... further spiritual progress is only made possible in a unified state...deeper levels of transformative consciousness emerge, and they experience symbolic visions: malignant tanks and armies representing various fears and obstacles( cynicism about the possibility of a fairer world, xenophobia, etc) are blown away by illuminatinating, comet-like blows, these comets representing life-affirming forces. Spiky, armored, heavily-defended fortresses are reduced to transparent, liquid-like surfaces so soft, that even toddlers can pass through with no fear of injury; mighty, majestic palaces and empires become as flimsy as sandcastles. Overcoming these demons enables them to feel a high greater than militaristic triumph. Besides experiencing greater thrills, they recieve deeper truths, and unlimited stamina. This synergestic cycle: of profound answers leading to deeper questions allows them to work in a kind of self-sustaining merry-go-'round state', like some organic, all-enveloping/ all-embracing, shape-shifting mechanism which can change its smaller gears into larger ones, according to the stress at the moment.

Thier heightened awareness enables them to take on many forms - though they don't switch one persona for another false one ; they evolve rather than change, still rooted, as all of their multi-dimensional selves accumulate, like an actor who wears whatever make-up, according to the role, yet you still recognize the performer, no matter the part.

During this shift in consciousness, repulsive mutants appear beautiful, higher gods look more anthromorphic and down-to-earth, and shiny robots become organic and more radiant, like starlit oceans.

Here's an excerpt, describing this transformation:
'All beings, great and small, destructive and nurturing, became so attuned to one an other - that they transcended it all; becoming giants while assembling their own world.

Lightning flashed across the sky (though there was no storm) empowering this nation of inspiration.

Their newfound size and strength allowed them to work better, not necessarily harder.

Their neighbors took on many forms, angelic, monstrous, and machinistic, but no one was too pure/beautiful, menacing, or cold.



All battles were automatically won because every enemy is now an ally - more importantly, they're friends.

The petite giants looked up to the greater giants, as if big brothers and sisters watching over them. They did not envy their great strength - since the 'greater' giants admired their capabilities as well, like cranes depending on bulldozers and dumptrucks.



Adolescene perception rules here. Kids don't care if something's good or bad: carnivorous dinosaurs look cool; tanks, titans, aliens, and beasts can interract.

Children have both heroes and villians for toys, they don't discriminate.

They often worked in meditative silence, other times they roused one another with melodic chatter, like another layer of snow falling on the glistening patches.

　

Rather than being discouraged by the slightest flaws in their neighbor, they were driven by a deeper incentive merely by not fearing the worst.

If someone was overbearing, like a smug know-it-all, or a high-pitched complainer, they'd let them ramble, like babies crying themselves to sleep - submiiting to the bigger dream.

But you didn't fear confrontation either. If someone got in your face, or put a hand on you, you merely cleaned up whatever mess that got in your way, like shoveling snow, or swatting a fly - though they never staged pre-emptive attacks on the weather or hives, just to live a life devoid of terror.



They humbled the arrogant, and in so doing everyone was empowered. Yet no one took their assaults personally. How can you blame an ailing individual, in excruciating pain because of their downbringing( not upbringing)?



They were so self-aware that nothing could be repressed, therefore the demons of envy, resenment, and prejudice were forced to take their fight outside so to speak.

Not even the most hateful, powerful devils could claw and tear away for half a round, because their disproportioned, muscular forms had shrunk.

And the well-to-do no longer looked down on the counterculture as being dirty, lowly, undiciplined hippies. They realized that the radicals were simply a few bold specialists sailing the hull of a great ship,

more majestic than the Titanic and Battleship Yamamoto.

The revolutionaries had discovered the hulking hull and added some parts, but more could be added - though the myopic establishment thought it to be a useless barge.

But imagine how glamorous the humble mission can be if the mainstream uses its resources and expertise to sponsor it.'

The apocalyptic utopians are so unified in mind and spirit, that they're not even aware that their world has ended. They just keep on working, relating, and creating - in a hallucinatory dimension. truer than reality.

   

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A prehistoric beast struggles to survive in a hyper-competitive modern society. 

 

 

THE MIGHTY KENCAT

Kencat is the smallest of the kenisaurs - an ultra-efficient carnivorous species that went extinct because there were no longer any easy prey among them to hunt... though they could've evolved into a more advanced species had they not been so competitive. But Kencat, because of his diminutive stature, is able to elude their narrow, predatory scutiny - escaping their doomed world. He stumbles upon a sun-dial-like time travel device that transports one to another dimension accordingly to how one is aligned with its abstract structures. One also enters a dimension accordingly to the density and texture of the dimension, like one's reflection taking shape on a particular surface, be it glass, metal, water- one's reflection also merges with other distorted, expanding forms and reflections - henceforth, 'mapping out' a particular time field of possibilities.

Kencat finds himself in an advanced, neo-classical Tokyo-like metropolis. It is a hyper-competitive city powered by robots and other mecha-beings. Kencat, by way of the energetic fluctuations of evolving consciousness, adapts physically to a futuristic envirement that's populated by mutants, becoming a highly-intelligent, articulate humanoid with distinct feline and reptillian features ( with little memory of his prehistoric past). He prowls around the city, looking for work and friendship. But the dehumanized, desensitized souls fear him because of his exotic, iguana-like, jagged, gemstone shape - though some cyber-beauties secretly have a crush on him, they're too scared to approach such an imposing being.

He trys to fit in, by learning their ways - He focuses on the abstract, intricate structures called quantum building blocks - these blocks represent various dynamics, intuitions, and actions. They're like interactive, multi-dimensional heiroglyphics or mathematical equations - enhancing one's informational intake. But they're useless to him.

Suddenly, a giant robot which acts as a kind of power supply for the city, goes beserk. It's circuit board is ruined by its constant discharge of energy... and the robot-god attacks anything in sight, as if blindly lashing out at mysterious tormentors. Nobody can stop it, expert technicians, or even the military. It goes after Kencat. But the little Kenisaur doesn't panic; he looks deep within, inadvertently tapping into a higher power by asking the right questions, 'though I can't learn from any known system or culture, there must be a far greater, esoteric system that's ideal for me... he immediately sees a humongous, expanding, amorphous mass of fluctuating energy with a vaguely feline/crocodillian shape. It hovers over the quantum building blocks, like a vast cloud leaving the hemisphere to merge with the heavenly elements.

It zaps him with slicing, hammering, grinding, blinding rays - for a microsecond, he's slashed, smashed, and singed, but he absorbs/internalizes the 'cosmic' blows in such a manner that his robust, assymetrical physique becomes even sturdier. He's like a malleable weapon that assimilates or absorbs the blades, hammers, and projectiles in such a way that his armor becomes all-protruding and rugged, which, like cooled lava - adds another dense layer to the craggy terrain... his jutting, serrated features become so powerful that they dull the quantum blades and crack the heavenly hammers.

Kencat is now a heavily-armored giant monster. However, the giant robot quickly thrashes him about. It moves in to crush the monster. But a small, gently-churning puddle appears before the machine, seemingly from nowhere. It dismisses the puddle, stomping its way through, as it reaches for Kencat. But that puddle is really super-potent acid. The robot screams shrilly as it melts - and that acid is really Kencat's searing, flailing attack, shredding the mecha to bits!This was psychological warfare at it's deepest, since the all-powerful machine had dismissed the puddle of acid as being some unremarkable cesspool - just like it had dismissed Kencat as being another critter to crush.Missiles, rockets, and other artillery couldn't penetrate this menacing mechanism - except for the ancient, seemingly outmoded claws of Kencat, last of the Kenisaurs!

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