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A Chinese Sherlock Holmes (but real)
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Once upon a time in China, way back in the Tang dynasty (back in the 600s on the CE calendar), there was a Magistrate named Di (or Dee, if you prefer). Di RenJie worked his way up from a small town magistrate to a key court figure by virtue of his righteous character and his ability to solve seeming unsolvable crimes.
A millenium later, in the Ming Dynasty, Di became a popular literary figure, with detective tales written placing the Tang Magistrate into Ming dynasty life. Then, in the middle of the last century, Dutch diplomat Robert Van Gulick translated some of these Ming Dynasty tales, and even went on to write original Judge Dee fiction.

Now i could go look up some more accurate info than that top-of-my-head summary. But, no.
Instead i've been working on his descendant. Or maybe his reincarnation? We'll see.
Magistrate-Under-Heaven Di will be a significant figure from the new Chinese Empire. And his story walks hand-in-hand with that of Gwai WuMei - the "Lovely Ghost", with Sifu T'ien Lung weaving his web between.

When it comes to Sifu T'ien Lung, think a mix of Fu Manchu, the Mandarin, and Dr. Fate. Sort of. But sort of not.


To learn more about the original Judge Dee, may i suggest reading Dee Goong An (Celebrated Cases Of Judge Dee). It's a fine peek at detective novels that were written hundreds of years before they were "invented" in the West. (Of course, if you're a cheap old bastard like me, you might just pop over to the OpenLibrary and see what your options are for Judge Dee At Work instead.)

Jazzman was Axeman
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Up until a few months before our story takes place, New Orleans was held in the grip of the fearful Axeman. For at least the period of 1918-1919, possibly longer, he killed indiscriminately, without stealing from the victims, usually using the victim's own axe or straight razor. Then in March of 1919, he sent his final note to the media, warning that he would strike shortly after midnight on the 19th, but would spare anyone in a place where jazz music played. Came the time, jazz was everywhere - late night clubs were packed and hundreds of private parties raged all across town.

The night passed, and he was never heard from again.

Here's that last note he sent to papers:

Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don‘t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman
 
The Empire Of China
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This is one that's been scratching at the back of my head for a long time, since the start of developing Frank'n'Cindy - Who is the Emperor of China?
I always knew i wanted an Emperor instead of the Republic in this world, but how was the Dynastic system still in play? Who would be the new Emperor?
Would it be the Guangxu Emperor, having avoided the poison that took his life the day before the Dowager Empress died - continuing the Qing Dynasty?

I have to say, i like that one a lot, and it was #2 by an exceedingly narrow margin. The things he tried to do in his young life, he would be finally free to do now - shaping a new China for the new Century.

Another obvious candidate was Sun Yat-sen, the first President & founding father of the Republic of China. What if his revolution had sought reform of the Dynasties, instead of an end to them? What new China might he have created?

And, of course, there was always the fascinating possiblity of someone totally unknown to history as the new Emperor. A blank slate to work with. Couldn't happen, you think?
Ah, but in this world, legends live and old powers still walk this realm. Any number of artifacts might have been used by an obscure monk, scholar, merchant or peasant to seize control from the chaotic times at the beginning of the last century.

But, finally, i decided to go with the Hongxian Emperor - whose rule can be counted in weeks or days. Naturally, i've twisted things leading up to the formation at the end of 1915, so it was more solidly set and didn't collapse by March. The choice of Yuan ShiKai may piss of some people, confuse others. But i think he'll make for a most "interesting" Emperor. (BTW - that whole "Chinese Curse" of 'May you live in interesting times' isn't at all Chinese.)

Secrets of The World!
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No, not THAT world. The one in which Experiment Two takes place. Unlike the hidden secrets of the world in Exp. One, the new world is a much more open and accessible place, more easily understood without actually having to have been there. And while we may be just getting started here, the world of Mad Science is one that was already in development for another series of comic stories i'm planning, starring the Frankenstein Monster and Cindrella. But that's, literally, another tale.

But that leads us straight into one obvious point about this world - it's populated both by characters from history and fiction. So if Dr. Nick needs to consult, he might pop over to visit Tom Swift as easily as R. Buckminster Fuller.

The next item on our Guide To The New World tour - it ain't the history you know. Oh, sure - basically, up to a point. But major divergences begin in the 19th century. When Darwin published his Origin Of The Species and many proclaimed that it was a death sentence for God and religion, the Church got smart about its future. It backed Darwin, saying that the arguement was like discovering a hammer and saying there is no Carpenter, the hammer drove the nail. And that, in point of fact, those who were discovering the tools and rules of God's Universe were doing His work, as He had commanded man to go forth and name all the things of the world, and this could not be done without understanding them. This radical shift in attitude led to a steampunk sort of world by the time we get to our story, which takes place "nearly a century ago".

And politics have run a bit differently. Bohemia is still a kingdom. There is a new Chinese Dynasty, not a Republic of China. Personal decisions may have gone other ways with some of the historical figures, or they may have interacted with the new technological society in ways you might not expect. (See Theo, for example, early in the tale)

Oh, and there's one other significant factor that might be worth noting. I'm writing it. So it's a weird world, as one might expect.

We'll explore this strange new world here in future posts. Learn who the new Emperor of China is. Discover the amazing technology of Dr. Nick and his world. Find historical tidbits and oddities from our world that helped shape this one. So much fun for no admission price!

Except, you know, the cost to your mind and sanity...

Back In The Saddle Again
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Yes, dear readers, we back to blog. And some fresh artwork, too. Both courtesy of Warren Ellis's Remake/Remodel challenges over at WhiteChapel. Though, oddly enough, Warren isn't actually issuing said challenges. Hm. Let's just skip right past that point, eh?

The two most recent challenges dragged me back to the graphics tablet to join back in again.

The first was Little Nemo In Slumberland. For those of you unfamiliar with Winsor McKay's classic strip - it appeared in newspapers over 100 years ago, and still influences artists to this day. While a couple others did some superb work playing with the original stylings, i decided to try to re-interpret some of McKay's notions in a newer, more modern, take. With the usual bad humor bits tossed in. We'll get to that after the image:

In the original comic, King Morpheus was constantly working to bring Little Nemo across the dream worlds to be a plaything for his daughter. (Yeah, seriously. Just don't go there.) In our version, we have Morphius from The Matrix with Neo as his child.

What's that, you say? Morphius is a black man? Well, not originally - the basic concepts for The Matrix were stolen from The Invisibles, by Grant Morrison. Morphius was taken from King Mob, who in turn was a two-dimensional projection of Morrison. So that's him up there where he should be. Little Emo is, of course, Emo Phillips.

What? You're not familiar with him, either? Well, that might be best for society. But to give you a sample, without his high-pitched lilting sing-song delivery, the background of panel two comes from one of his old bits. "I just can't get started without that first piping hot cup of coffee in the morning...   Oh, I've tied other enemas-"

Okay, moving right along - the current challenge is to Remake/Remodel Six-Gun Gorilla. Yep. Again i must add seriously. I'd go into the absurdity of it all, but the urethral maggots disapprove. So here's what came out:

 

And there you have it! Fresh art with a new blog entry. Exciting, isn't it? And more excitement to come as the one year anniversary of eMT approaches.

Oh, Joy!