Dr. Alchemy sits atop the Gothic Revival Tribune Tower in Chicago, legs dangling over the edge of the tall ledge he's perched on, the Philosopher's Stone in one hand, and a smaller book than usual in the other. He's having to use a metal clip to keep the pages open where he wants them, given the high winds this far up, so he's less than happy. Any ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the bayou of Louisiana, in a former Legion of Doom base, abandoned for a good fifteen years (and showing it), an increasing group of criminals of all varieties gathers. Starting through online chats, occasional telephone calls, and even rarer, an actual letter and meet-up, a general feeling of dissatisfaction has begun to plague the ( Read more... )