November's competition gives one lucky person the chance to get their hands on a one of a kind prize. As Gary posted on Thursday the chaps at Radical Comics have released a new edition of 'The Lords of Misrule' which features the art of Gary and Peter Snejbjerg. You can get a copy of this hardback book signed by Gary and he'll also add a sketch of Jack Goodfellow inside the book.It couldn't be easier to enter, all you need to do is leave a comment about the prize and you'll be entered into the running. Any kind of comment counts but you have to make sure you think about it as you can only enter once, so make it funny, make it complimentary, make it a song, make it weird, make it anything you want but make your comment count. Please make sure that if you do not have a Blogger profile email address that you leave a contact email after your comment.
Terms of entry: 1. Only one entry per person. 2. Comments must be left by the end of 30th November 2009 to be entered into the competition. 3. The contributors to Scotch Corner will judge the comments left and decide a winner with the contributor supplying the prize having the casting vote. 4. The winner will be announced on the website as soon as a decision has been reached. 5. If the winner does not have a contact email address available on their comment profile then it is the winners responsibility to contact Scotch Corner at scotchcorner@me.com and supply mailing address details. 6. If the winner does not contact us after one full month a new winner will be chosen. 7. All decisions are final. 8. If you are unhappy with any of these conditions please do not enter.
To the Lord of Misrule is given a fettid crown and throne adorned with trickery and mocking as the sun sets and the light is renewed. Reveling in torment and tomfoolery, the good people would give him there control and power and love for in him was the sacrifice of the good god of light to beheld at the end of his rule. Far be it for me to abhore the practices of the gods, but I could never simply sit and watch as the hapless fool gave pointless command after command all the while forgetting that his lordship would soon come to an end as he himself was to embody Saturn and be snuffed out like so much kindling giving light. And yah so I saw him there at the end of his rule and plucked a dagger from my sashe. The folk at his side, loving and loyal all laughed and smiled and welcomed me there. I was fed mead and bread and cheese and given a hero's welcome. The king himself, the so-called Lord of Misrule then commanded silence in his hall and urged me forward to him, all the while smiling a sneer that I believe sent a wet chill to my long dead ancestors. He smiled all the while I approached with my dagger in hand, sickened at his fat and supple belly, disgusted at his pride and gluttony, but somehow drunk on the life he brought to those hallowed halls. He smiled all the while I stabbed at him with steel and hatred. He smiled at me while I drew and quartered him. He smiled at me while I choked on the red vitae that spewed forth from his gerth and painted me a murderer. Then, when the deed was done and I believed there I was now damned for my sins, he touched me and thanked me for his sacrifice and the rule of misrule had ended and I was alone in those hallowed halls with the wet shadow of a man I only then understood...and I, was again to question the rule of misrule.
ReplyDelete"Lords of Misrule" = "lidless fur room" (which must be up their in the euphemistical stakes with "fuzzy lap flounder" - I could even see Jane Austen using it: And then, dear reader, I invited Mr Darcy into my lidless fur room, and he said "not 'alf luv!!"). As an added bonus “The Lords of Misrule” = “the lidless fur room”, so you get two for the price of one!!
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"Lords of Misrule" also = "solid elf rumors" or "drills foursome" or "mild elf or sours" or "fooled rim slurs" or "Driller of Sumos" (which sounds like a Takashi Miike remake of Driller Killer)
"The Lords of Misrule" = "sumo hill defroster" (I imagine this is useful for when they train in the snow) or "defuses thrill room" (somehow Imagine the Thrill Room is what the Danger Room turns into when Professor X is away - if it has to be defused then something has gone terribly wrong) or "relished floor smut" (but haven't we all) or even "relished foul storm" (for all the eproctophiliacs) or "holstered foul rims" or "orderlies loft hums" or "remodel flour shits" (from Delia's Dirty Recipe Book) or "defile sloths rumor" or "defies humor trolls" (I'm afraid the American spellings make it easier as it frees up the "u") or "murderess foothill" or "Elders of Ho Slit Rum" (it sounds like a great story – there are pirates, prostitutes, rum and probably a Lovecraftian monster or two). "Homo" seems to come up a lot too - "filtered homo slurs", "refilled homo truss", etc. - just saying. At which point I forced myself to stop.
I was going to write a limerick but "misrule" rhymes with "stool" and "fool", which has the makings of an insulting limerick, if not a winning one.
I have this in softcover and I loved it. If I win I will gladly donate my "old" copy to a friend or anyone that's interested in (and hopefully has read and appreciated other) works from you). :)
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Simply who would not Love something done by Gary Erskine and Peter Snejbjerg? Do I really need to say more??
ReplyDeleteScott L. Parker
slaurenceparker@yahoo.com
Now this is a prize!
ReplyDeleteGimme the prize!! (apologies to Queen)
I own the original Misrule book and am pretty sure I have most of the Dark Horse issues in my collection (the mini and the DHP issues). I loved the whole thing and have to say that for me, half of the horror came in trying to keep track of where and when the next installments of this fine horror tale would be released...
I am here to repent for never having bought the Italian edition so long ago and needing City Of Silence and The Authority to realize how good an artist Mr Erskine is, and for taking a while to realize that Peter Snejbjerg's following Tony Harris on Starman was the best that could have happened to the tile, and that his contributiion to the Preacher saga was as worth as that of Ennis and Dillon himself! And because I hope you take pity of the guy living faaar away in cold Germany :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm Josie P. Jacobi and since I barely use the blog-account I'm typing from, my primary e-mail address would be jose_er_sej@hotmail.com (old account, danes, old account x3; ) and if that fails, josieweirdo@aim.com also exists, though that one does have a tendency to just never recieve e-mails.
ReplyDeleteBecause of the character-limit, I'm really sorry, but I have to cut this up into two parts and that makes for two long comments. I hope you guys will forgive me for taking up a whole lot of space, I was afraid that linking to a place with the text itself wouldn't count as a comment ): I hadn't counted on this being so "long" as it is, but here we are...
Those who have not read Lords of Misrule are warned that there's a spoiler to the nature of something, not to the plot itself.
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Part #1 - If Only Because There's Too Little Space In One Comment.
Ah, yes, I should say that you would know my kind by one name or the other. The gods of old, the fair folk, sirens, liars, murderers... Those names are just few among the countless names which mankind given us, all completely inaccurate, all completely despicable.
... What’s that you‘re muttering? Something in your head? And monsters? Really now, please do pay attention to me and don‘t be rude.
Now, Sidh. We are but fairytales to mankind now. For all the stories we whispered into their ears, all the false truths that we made them see with glamour and the promises of power we never kept, we were exiled from our own lands and robbed of the ability to use our powers freely. Time worked against us. We only had to blink once before the world had changed, but I daresay that is a story for another time.
No, I make no promises about another time, don‘t look that hopeful. But if you can just raise that head of yours and look me in the eyes, I’ll tell you a small story.
... Oh, come on, I’m not going to harm you. I promise. Stop muttering, look at me...
Thank you.
I so hate those who cannot look another species in the eyes. They lack respect.
Now, even at the start there were, of course, always individuals who found ways they thought would keep us out. 'A piece of bark and a skin tied to your back scares them off,' I heard a man whisper once to his children in the middle of the night. I silently entered their cave, watched him shielding them with his body against the cold winds and heard him keeping their nightmares at bay with his stories. They were huddled together for warmth and sheltered from the rain....
Part #2: And The Textwalls Continue...
ReplyDeleteHis story was about a peculiar meeting between a goddess and a man. His children listened intently to each word he uttered and being interested in the story myself, I stayed and listened. The goddess and the man were in love and other gods forced them to part their ways, a quite simple story, but also a sad one. Though they had entertained me with their story, I shifted from one form to the other and killed them all right in that cave.
By the way, I really do appreciate that you’re staying put here in the basement, I really am. Even if you’re still muttering. ‘Mumblemumblesnakes’, really.
Anyway, even back then I knew that the humans would not stop coming and eventually we would lose the battle against the rats you all are, but that didn’t mean I could not try to destroy the ones that were just so easy to destroy. A story here, a story there, a truth that’s almost a lie and a lie that’s almost a truth, they’d believe anything and fortunately for me that included how to protect yourself from Sidh.
The family died quickly and, I would like to point out, with almost no pain whatsoever. So, the point of this story is that these people were unwillingly entertaining a Sidh for the briefest moment of their lives and they were rewarded, so you should too. A story for a story, you know. You’ve kept muttering throughout my little story too, so it’s only far you raise your voice and get to it. I have actually got all eternity, but I don’t like a dull eternity.
I’ve picked up some muttering about monsters, snakes and eyes, you know. Come on, let me have a look into your mind at least.
Hm.
‘There is no monster under my bed
No ghoulie lurking behind my door.
No glowing eyes that scare me dead.
No snakes lie waiting on my floor.
No screams I hear inside the house.
No scratching, it is just a mouse.
No frighten lady, no need for dread.
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head’
Ah. Some sort of survival mantra?
Well, I’m afraid that I’m not -only- in your head.