UnseenBubby117

So, I'm still kind of new to the comics and I've been bouncing around different runs based on my familiarity with the movies and animated series.

I recently read Claremont's "Days of Future Past" and was a little confused by some of the things shown in the bleak future. I know that Franklin Richards is the son of Reed and Sue of the Fantastic Four, and I've been kind of aware that Franklin is a supremely powerful omega-level mutant.

But in the story, as the mutants are escaping the internment camp, they're ambushed by Sentinels and Franklin is one of the first to get killed. Were his powers not established by the comics at this point? Did he even have a defined power set? It just seemed cr

I've been struggling with the Gladiators that seem to eat bullets like snacks. Any characters, weapons, or towers that are reliable after Round 5?

I've played through the trilogy multiple times and I would say that I have a really solid grasp on the lore and story. That being said, I've never understood what the Warlord Okeer was actually trying to do in ME2 prior to his death.

From what I understand so far, is that Okeer was trying to engineer the "perfect krogan" without curing the genophage. Was he suggesting that a small number of "perfect" krogan would exact his vengeance as opposed to curing the genophage and letting their numbers proliferate? And why pin all his hopes on (yet unnamed) Grunt when there was no guarantee he'd follow Okeer's wishes and he's still affected by the genophage, which makes no guarantee that his "perfect

To say Europa was cold would be an understatement. At midday, temperatures were as high as 130 Kelvin, which was over 100 degrees Celsius below freezing temperature, and it only got colder from there. Why Eramis built a haven for the Eliksni, or why Clovis Bray built his Exo production facilities, in such a frigid hellscape confounded Joseph. Despite the winter gear he had gathered from the BrayTech facilities in Hellas Basin on Mars, the Hunter could feel his body heat being sucked away to the Europan atmosphere.

Joseph regulated his breathing as he trudged through the snow, Solar Light keeping his body warm. It was a skill passed to him by a lone Sunbreaker he met years ago, before the R

The monolith was imposing against the fields of dark soil and grasses waving in the warm summer wind. It eclipsed the sun behind it, streaks of radiant light spilling around the obsidian tower and casting a suffocating shadow upon the utopian field.

A man stepped forward through the field and closer to the tower, but when he looked down onto his flesh, he did not see it. Nor did he see the black metal of his Exo body. He was incorporeal, his form made of flashing orange lights that the eye would just barely make out as humanoid. He did not understand why this was so as each nonexistent leg parted the grasses and left imprints in the soil.

Before him stood a collection of people, some of th

“Deepsight is a pathway into time travel and alternate universes,” the official Hidden report had read. It had been bouncing around like a ball inside the mind of the Warlock Neomadd since the Witch Queen’s demise months ago. His feet found tenuous footing in the dry Martian sands as he contemplated the use of Deepsight to uncover truths of the Golden Age and even further before. Definitive truths about humanity’s past in a way no Cryptarch could ever deduce from engrams, fragile texts, and corrupted data terminals.

The Warlock reached the bluff overlooking the Light-touched structures from the Traveler’s first arrival. The same spot Commander Jacob Hardy and his team felt the first Mart

Neomadd’s jumpship floated through the dark abyss of space until it rested into a steady orbit around the Mercurian Anomaly, the black hole-like object left behind by the Black Fleet. Just like a black hole, it warped light around it so the anomaly itself could not be seen, only an empty black nothingness with the stars behind seemingly streaking around. But unlike a black hole, which was relatively understood in its physics, it had no true event horizon and instead only a barrier of nothingness that prevented further descent to where the small planet used to orbit Sol. A handful of thanatonauts had attempted to pass through, hoping such proximity to the Darkness would yield new insights up

A Warlock sat in the ruins of the First Light colony, fiddling with a hand cannon. The jagged spikes along the frame threatened to prick his finger as he ran his hand along it, feeling the energy within. It was Thorn, not the original and not as decrepit, but Thorn nonetheless. He was a Shadow, Dredgen Canis.

He noticed that the energy within, the hungry need for decay, was not homogeneous. It seemed to flow, seeking a path of escape and a channel to feed. He could feel the slight discrepancies of density, how some areas were hungrier than others. The need inside his weapon was as fluid as air.

Then, the Warlock discovered something even more extraordinary. Reaching inside with the Vo