Monday, March 31, 2014
There would be four rows here. Row one would be made up of panels 1 through 3, row two of panels 4 through 7, row three of panels 8 through 11, and row four of panels 12 through 14.
1 - Outside a cafe of some variety. Let's go with big ol' sign outside that reads "Gene's".
JOHNNY STORM (from within): So what's it like talking to birds?
2 - Interior. Johnny Storm and Samuel Wilson sit opposite each other at a booth. Johnny is lazing back, one arm lain across the back of the back of his chair, holding a milkshake in his other hand. Samuel sits straight, a coffee in front of him - he has one hand resting next to the cup and the other up in conversation.
SAMUEL WILSON: Talk is a bit strong. It's more like I can see what they see, think what they think.
JOHNNY STORM: Oh.
3 - Johnny sits up a bit, leaning closer to Sam to hear what the story is. Sam is pretty nonchalant about it, taking a sip of his coffee.
JOHNNY STORM: So, uh, what do they think about?
SAMUEL WILSON: Well..
4 - A small robin flits from one branch to another.
ROBIN: Look at me fly!
5 - A pigeon flies through the city air.
PIGEON: Flying is the best!
6 - A group of small birds are beginning to take flight from their position in a park.
GROUP OF SMALL BIRDS: Let's fly!
7 - A crow perches atop some telephone wire outside.
CROW: I wish I was flying right now.
8 - A group of Canada geese fly in their signature 'V'. Two are in conversation.
GOOSE 1: Flying's so great!
GOOSE 2: Right?!
9 - A small group of ducks mill around an old women who sits on a bench throwing them bread. The birds are in various states of gobbling up their windfall, although one stands slightly apart, a thought on his mind.
DUCK: This bread is great and all, but I'd rather be flying.
10 - Some penguins in the zoo look up sadly / forlornly towards some birds flying above them in the distance.
PENGUIN: One day...
11 - Redwing soars majestically through the air, likely doing something important and Avenger-y.
12 - Similar panel to panel 3. Johnny holds the same position. Sam puts his coffee cup back down.
13 - Repeat panel 12, except Johnny looks somewhat perplexed. Sam's expression is still neutral.
JOHNNY STORM: Huh.
SAMUEL WILSON: Yep.
14 - Johnny shrugs, smiling wide. Sam shares a small smile with him.
JOHNNY STORM: Well, they're not wrong.
SAMUEL WILSON: Nope.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Wide narrow panel. Cruella De Vil's eyes, piercing.
Cruella: In a moment I'll have what I came for.
Cruella's POV, downward angle. Jackie Estacado, beaten and bloody on the ground. Two adult dalmatians cower beside him.
Cruella: While all of you will end up as sausage meat, alone on some sad, plastic plate.
Cruella stepping out from the darkness. Darkness 'armour' begins to envelop her. Her hands, clawlike and raised.
Cruella: Dead and meaty and red. No friends, no family, no pulse. Just slapped between two buns, smothered in onions, with fries on the side.
Emerging from the darkness behind Cruella, Darklings. These Darklings are perversions of the dalmatian puppies they have corrupted.
Cruella: To me my Dah'klings.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Justin Hawkins(with music notes and stuff): CAN'T EXPLAIN ALL THE FEELINGS THAT YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL!
MY HEART'S IN OVERDRIVE AND YOU'RE BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL!
Inset panel: This is in a workplace comic strip-esque style, like Dilbert. Thoughtballoons contributor Niel Jacoby is sitting at his trusty laptop, and is staring quizically at his phone, having recieved a message.
Phone: NO, NO, NO. IT'S IMAGE COMICS' THE DARKNESS.
Niel: AH CRAP.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
CAPTION: Light and dark.
GUY (quietly, weakly): please
2 - Move the perspective closer in to the candle. Have the man's hanging head partly visible on one side of the panel, including the blood and sweat that's been pooling on the table. On the other side, Jackie balls his hands in fists. The candle's flame wavers, lowering the level of light again.
CAPTION: Can we subvert their meanings to our own ends?
GUY (quietly, weakly): i'm innocent
3 - Move the perspective closer still to the candle. It is all that can really be seen at this distance. The guy's head is no longer visible, but Jackie has moved his hand to extinguish the candle with his fingers. Small amount of smoke rises from the new darkness.
CAPTION: Or must we ultimately be subverted to theirs?
JACKIE: I know.
1. Jackie is on the floor, bloody. He is looking at something off panel in fear.
I've never been afraid of the dark.
2. A close up of Jackie's face. A drop of blood comes from his eye, looking like a tear.
It was always inside of me. A part of me.
I had nothing to fear from the Darkness.
3. We are now looking at what Jackie is petrified of - it is his Darklings amalgamated together and in possession of The Darkness. They stand over him, red sharp ends ready to continue the cutting.
Now I get it.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Layout is 3 rows, 2 panels each.
All panels are from our POV, as if we are tied to a chair. A single naked lightbulb hangs from the ceiling. The background is dim, but there are hints that we are in a sound recording studio. Before us paces JACKIE ESTACADO, dressed impeccably in a white summer linen suit, with a white silk shirt.
Panel 1 - JACKIE paces left as he looks at the floor, one hand's fingers brushing the edge of the mixing board.
JACKIE: ...don't think I'll ever understand animals like you. I mean...
JACKIE: ...enough felony child porn, abduction, and abuse charges to choke a hippo...
Panel 2 - JACKIE reaches into his inside-jacket pocket. He still can't look at us.
JACKIE: ...add fugitive charges and extradition, and you plea out to a 15-year bit at state...
JACKIE: ...of which you do 11...you get out, open another record label, set up a new life, and whadaya do...
Panel 3 - JACKIE throws a handful of Polaroids at us. We know what they're pictures of.
JACKIE: YOU PULL THIS SHIT ALL OVER AGAIN!!!
Panel 4 - In the dim background we can see one of Jackie's ASSOCIATES smashing speakers with a Les Paul guitar. JACKIE still is looking at the floor.
JACKIE: I don't know how you didn't get shanked in there, "short eyes". Must've had some powerful pals in there...
JACKIE: ...what those pals must've cost you. Well, it wasn't enough.
Panel 5 - JACKIE finally looks at us as he begins to twist loose the lightbulb. An ASSOCIATE is dousing the place in gasoline in the background.
JACKIE: Shoulda never gone near Eddie's kid. Can't have kids of my own, so I'm "Uncle Jackie" to my friends' families. Very protective uncle, I am...
JACKIE: Betcha you used to wonder how it'd feel, in that chair...
Panel 6 - Black panel.
JACKIE: Gonna find out now...
Saturday, March 22, 2014
A man in a Goofy costume stands on an atoll, before a massed crowd of other Goofys.
He gives a riling speech.
The Goofys raise their arms and cheer. Some hold spears. One holds a six shooter.
Same scene watched from a distance. A silhouette of Mickey Mouse ears clue us to the viewer, though it sports some irregular piercings.
The Goofy congregation are attacked from all sides by an strike force of people in Mickey and Minnie Mouse costumes. The mouse heads are adorned with warpaint. Some hold savage Pluto attack dogs on leashes. The Plutos wear black spiked collars. These are all people in costume too. One of the Pluto’s costume heads is missing and we can see he is feral - foaming at the mouth.
Disneyland, in a post apocalyptic future. We see the entrance sign - the letters of Disney have been knocked away… the sign now reads GODLAND. Some iconic Disneyland rides can be seen in the background, with intimidating modifications. It’s all gone a bit Mad Max.
The mascots have formed into tribes and a fierce battle rages.
A dangerous looking Minnie Mouse stands in the foreground, sword held by her side. She holds up the decapitated head of a Donald Duck in triumph (it’s just the costume head. The guy is unconscious on the ground beside her.)
Friday, March 21, 2014
Nickelhead: GOD DAMNIT. GOD. DAMNIT.
Cronus: ANOTHER PLAN GONE WRONG? WHAT YOU NEED IS A VACATION. SOMEWHERE NICE, WITH LOTS OF CHEAP, EASILY AVAILABLE NARCOTICS AND HALLUCINOGENS!
Nickelhead: I GET THAT THIS IS ANOTHER CHEAP SCHEME TO GET ME TO GIVE YOU MORE DRUGS, BUT THIS TIME I THINK YOU ACTUALLY MIGHT BE ON TO SOMETHING.
Panel 2: Nickelhead stands outside the gates to Disney Land, Basil's tank in one hand. Nickelhead is irate, shouting at the attendant.
Nickelhead: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T LET US IN THE PARK?
Attendant: I'M SORRY SIR, BUT YOU JUST WOULDN'T GET PAST THE METAL DETECTORS, AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT YOUR LITTLE BUDDY THERE.
Basil: AH, HE CAN GO SCREW, LET'S GO FIND OUR OWN HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!
Panel 3: Nickelhead is fleeing from a band of angry Floridians, with torches and pitchforks. We can see police, gang members, alligators, all sorts of shit.
Basil: I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, ALRIGHT?
Nickelhead: WHEN WE GET BACK TO THE LAIR, I'LL MAKE YOU SORRIER THAN YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE, YOU SKELETAL SIMPLETON!
The story so far...in the early days of Archer's ascendance, he is soon overwhelmed by the demands put upon him, by his government, by his newfound celebrity, and his family. All three slide into panic when Archer disappears. In fact Archer has taken to walking America's highways, and has most recently been traveling with a semi-driver that hauls freight and is known as a roaming preacher man, known colloquially as TRUCKER CHRIST. TC is a portly middle-aged man, greying brown hair pulled into a ponytail through the back of his JESUS mesh baseball cap, and sporting a greyer ZZTop-style beard. He and ARCHER are wearing similar flannel shirts, jeans, and aviator shades. Fun fact: everyone mispronounces his name, and it's pretty much the only thing that gets him angry; it's Christ, rhymes with LIST.
Panel layout: 3 rows of 2
Panel 1 - TC starts the ignition of his big rig. It's an old Mack, but the familiar bulldog has been replaced by the Virgin. ARCHER climbs in the cab, shading his eyes from the sun as he watches other big rigs pull away (off-panel).
ARCHER: ...I guess I was just...I dunno...
Panel 2 - Through the windshield, we see both men buckle their seatbelts before hitting the road. The back makeshift shelf of the cab is filled with stacks of National Geographics. TC smiles as he gestures to the yellow spines with his free thumb.
ARCHER: ...not part of the stereotypical idea of the trucker in my mind...
TC: Ha! Thought I just had these fer the nekkid tribal women, didja...
Panels 3 & 4 are a bird's eye view of the truck stop they were at. The parking lot is full of big rigs, RVs, and cars. Speech balloons are tailless.
Panel 3, TC's rig is about to pull into the highway; panel 4, it's moving down the freeway in front of the truck stop.
Panel 3 -
TC: 'dja use the restroom?
ARCHER: ...uh, yeah...long way to the next stop?
TC: Not my point. Notice anything?
Panel 4 -
ARCHER: That you have a knack for finding the cleanest bathrooms on I-80...
TC: Ain't no knack, man. Simple rule of the roads.
TC: We ain't nomads. We got homes, and we spend too much time away from'em. So we look for places like home...
Panels 5 & 6 are another diptych. We are looking out the windshield of TC's truck. Panel 5 is TC's half, he gestures as he drives, the steering wheel is his pulpit. Panel 6, ARCHER leans against the door as he looks and listens to TC. The open road speeds before them.
Panel 5 -
TC: For most folk, that's a solid meal, a clean place to do our "heavy thinking", and community. And for a lot of us, community means church.
TC: And my church takes'em all, Christian, Jew, Muslim...shoot, I got a Sikh and a Maori Mormon I hook up with whenever I do the Alaska-Canada run. All of us, I use the same word...
Panel 6 -
TC: We're all seeking out something better'n what we got, and examples of how to get it, and roadmaps tell us where we can find it.
TC: All we differ on is what kind of man'll help us get there, and who'll set the tone for the Paradise we all seek for in our souls.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
CRONUS (1): Ohhhhh yeah...
CRONUS (2): This is unreal!
2 - The rainbow mixture continues to rise in his headjar. Basil's skull starts to rotate upside down, his robot body puts a hand to his headjar, as if trying to steady himself.
CRONUS: It's the deepest insights mixed with the most foolish inanities.
3 - The headjar is completely filled with rainbow substance, with more continuing to come through the tube. Basil's skull rotates to look behind him and away from the reader.
CRONUS: Not to mention some of the basest depravities I could ever dare to imagine.
4 - Pull out a bit - Basil is hooked directly into the a computer, which is hooked into the internet. He leans forward, firmly gripping the throne handgrips. Some black liquid is coming through the pipe, although it hasn't reached Basil's headjar yet.
CRONUS: I seriously should have tried toking right off the internet long before now!
5 - The black has hit the headjar, filling it with a dark, murky substance. Basil starts panicking, clawing at the pipe connecting to his headjar to try to dislodge it. His minions (who have been standing calmly in the background) start freaking out, one moving to help take out the pipe and the other heading towards the computer. Have Basil's word balloons lose their bendyness and perhaps go dark to reflect the substance.
CRONUS: Oh crap, I'm getting a troll! CTRL-Z! CTRL-Z!
Sunday, March 16, 2014
1. Exterior of The Infinity Tower.
2. Close up of Adam Archer from the shoulders up. His hand rests on his chin, deep in thought.
NEELA (outside of room)
There's no use hiding in there all day. You have to respond to those law suits!
3. Pane out - Adam is on the toilet, law suits in his hand, crumpled up up and about to be used as toilet paper.
I'm about to respond to them right now.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
High angle looking down at 3 Lego men.
A Lego Nicholas Hawksmoor http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicholas_Hawksmoor
To his right (panel left) is a blue suited Lego Spaceman (series 1)
To his left (panel right) is a ginger-bearded Lego Robin Hood
They look upward in pride and awe.
Robin Hood: You’ve only gone and done it again, Hawksmoor. Bloody good work.
Opposite angle, looking up at Lego Westminster Abbey’s West Towers, constructed by Lego Hawksmoor. An impressive feat in Lego architecture.
On the three figures - panic & confusion! Some small Lego bricks fall into frame.
A gargantuan 4 year old child, dirty blonde hair and missing a front tooth, pounds into view behind the towers. We can see now that we are in his bedroom. His bedroom wallpaper provides a cityscape background. He posture is Godzilla-like.
The child-monster cracks off the right tower.
Close on the three as they look on in horror.
The child flies the tower section like a spaceship.
Child (linked): Spacesipp.
The three again. The Spaceman is cheering, arms raised. Robin draws his bow in fear, teeth gritted. Hawsmoor crumples to his knees and cries.
Rather than drawn, it would be supremely cool to see this actually built out of LEGO and photographed/shopped...
Panel 1 - Crisis at the Legoland Power Plant! Lego TERRORISTS (3) have taken over the control room, carrying plasticky machine guns. Lego PLANT WORKERS in hard hats have their u-shaped hands up as the plant is about to go critical. Lego MIKE MORAN is tied up on the floor, as he looks to the door, plastiglass window with "Atomic" written on it observed in reverse.
BOSS TERRORIST: We're the hippie, peace-loving nature-lovers! And we will kill everyone and destroy everything if this plant isn't shut down!
MIKE MORAN: ...k...K...
Panel 2: An explosion of LEGO pieces, and in the middle of the panel, built out of red LEGO, is the Word: KIMOTA!
Panel 3: Lego MIRACLEMAN beats up the TERRORISTS, flying through the air in a flurry of fists. The TERRORISTS cannot resist; the BOSS is flying toward us bloodied.
MIRACLEMAN: Beware! I am loosely based on the creations of C.C. Beck!
BOSS TERRORIST: And EDGY!
Panel 4: From between a Lego woman's legs, the round Lego head of Miracleman's BABY has crowned and burst through, smiling wide-eyed and mock-innocently, ready to be guided out of the birth canal by MIRACLEMAN's u-shaped hands...
MIRACLEMAN: Behold! The cosmic miracle of childbirth!
BABY: VERY disturbing!
Panel 5: Lego KID MIRACLEMAN, with a plastic pipe through his bloody torso, is about to destroy Lego MIRACLEMAN, but is caught unawares by a transformative explosion.
KID MIRACLEMAN: A-ha !! MIRACLEMAN!
Sound FX: kaBOOM!
KID MIRACLEMAN: ...crap...
Panel 6: Amidst the street rubble, Lego MIRACLEMAN, face in a tortured expression of anguish, has twisted off the head of Lego JOHNNY BATES (the boy alter ego of Kid Miracleman), which looks annoyingly surprised. Lego BATES's headless body lies across MIRACLEMAN's lap, and is not wearing pants.
MIRACLEMAN: I'm sorry...This is the only way to save London...and YOU, Johnny!
JOHNNY'S HEAD: Hey!
Panel 7: The infamous (NSFW!) final pages of Miracleman #15, done entirely in LEGO, using scrap cloth, Tinkertoys, Hot Wheels cars, broken pieces of plastic, deli meat, whatever you can find - should look like Ted Bundy and Ed Gein's 4th grade diarama...
CAPTION: So, guys, whaddaya think?
Panel 8: The psychiatrist from Watchmen, DR. MALCOLM LONG, sits across a table from ME, holding up another Rorschach blot card. Fellow THOUGHTBALLOONERS watch through the observation window.
DR. LONG: And this one?
ME: Some pretty flowers...
Friday, March 14, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Panel 1: The Lego Batcave set. In the chair in front of the Batcomputer sits a Lego version of me (JD). He is in fancy evening wear, and holds a Lego glass in his hand. He looks right at the reader.
JD: Good evening.
JD: Apologies to my colleague, Mr. Stangeland, but yes, this is another meta-script.
Panel 2: JD has risen from the chair and is now walking across the "set." If possible, we can already see the edge of a Lego pirate ship he is walking onto.
JD: I assure you, dear readers, my script for this week was going to be an awesome action-fantasy explosion multiplied by the infinity of ideas in every Lego set...
Panel 3: JD is now on the deck of the pirate ship, casually walking through a fight going on between two crews.
JD: You see, it was my birthday last week, and my sister said she'd get me some Lego.
JD: My script was going to be based on whatever set she got me.
Panel 4: Close up on JD. He swivels his claw-hands to make air-quotes, like Bad Cop does in the movie.
JD: But it's "arriving late" 'cause she bought it online.
Panel 5: JD now strolls through one of the Lego cities, people going about their business in the background.
JD: Am I just using that as an excuse for writer's block?
Panel 6: A crowd scene, with various types of Lego figures facing the reader. JD is front and centre.
JD: Rest assured, however, that no matter what set she got me -- superhero, space, pirate, city -- I shall be happy for it.
JD: And it will probably fire up my imagination, making my next few scripts amazing.
END OF PAGE
Monday, March 10, 2014
1 - It's Christmas morning in the McLaughlin household. Hard to say what year, but Grant can't be much older than 7 or 8. His parents watch on from their easy chairs as Grant opens a big box. Though still in the process of unwrapping the gift, he has gotten enough paper off to see that it's a Lego set (this one, let's say). Grant looks overjoyed.
CAPTION: My parents have done a lot of great things for me
MOM AND DAD: Merry Christmas!
CAPTION: Buying me my first Lego set was certainly one of them.
2 - Maybe a small temporal jump. Grant is building a Lego set with his Father - it's not necessarily the one he received in panel 1, but it isn't that long after either. Lego pieces are everywhere, with a small whole coming into existence through their combined efforts. Grant, holding onto the instructions, is the foreman of this operation, his father kind enough to humour him.
CAPTION: I wasn't the most innovative builder to ever wield the bricks.
GRANT: No, Dad! The instructions say to do it this way!
3 - Yet another small leap. Grant looks on at an amazing creation (this one, although not box art, obviously). He holds the discovery ship and moves it as if it's floating underwater on some important mission.
CAPTION: And yet, even when following directions, those tiny little plastic pieces, ordered in the right way, would invariably add up to something amazing.
GRANT (quietly, small words in a balloon bigger than necessary to hold them): cool
CAPTION: A sum far greater than its individual parts.
4 - Grant, slightly older yet again, sits at the kitchen table, intently reading a book. It's a chapter novel, without pictures or anything like that (if we're being historically faithful, probably something like this). On the table, another Lego set (say, this one) lies, unopened. Grant's Mother smiles at the unopened box, asking her son a question.
CAPTION: It's not unlike stories and their composite words in that way.
MOTHER: When are you going to open your new Lego?
GRANT: Soon, Mom. Just gotta finish this chapter.
CAPTION: Fantastic totals constructed solely out of tiny base ingredients.
5 - Let's have one more time jump. Repeat framing from panel 4, but Grant is now reading the instruction manual for a Lego set. The box is open and pieces lie spread all over the table (it's this one).
CAPTION: Did I recognize those similarities while playing with the toy in my youth?
GRANT: Let's see...
6 - Final time jump. Grant (no older than 11 or 12) is playing with all the sets from the previous panels at the same time - each playing a role in the grand adventure that he's concocting as he plays. The Star Wars gunship from panel 5 lies overturned some distance away from a town made up of the cowboy and Robin Hood playsets. Various other sets (many not seen in earlier panels) lie between the town and the fallen ship. Grant holds two figures who are talking (the active members of the cast, if you will).
CAPTION: But did it fuel some of my early spurts of creativity?
GRANT (1): The ship crashed in the far distance beyond the Evernight. I don't know if we'll be able to get there in time to help, but we have to try!
GRANT (2): You're right. Let's go!
CAPTION: Well, I can't imagine it hurt.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
I, of course, run my own personal CCTV networks in all major cities.
Why Mr. Luthor, I do believe you must have a little bit of kryptonite for everyone.
There are times when it behooves you to let the other players think they have the upper hand.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
TITLE/ CAPTION across the top of the page: Ten years from now...
Panel 1 - Interior, a white hospital hallway. CLARK KENT is being led down the corridor by DR. WOLPER (the psychiatrist from Frank Miller's Dark Knight Returns). CLARK is wearing a simple light blue Oxford shirt and khakis, and he's shyly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he listens intently to DR. WOLPER. WOLPER is flipping through patient charts as he walks and talks.
DR. WOLPER: ...keeping in mind, Mr. Kent, the years spent in near-catatonia, what that does physically and psychologically to a human being...
DR. WOLPER: ...to be frank, we were doubtful of any progress whatsoever.
Panel 2 - Same POV in the hallway, DR. WOLPER pushes open a swinging panel door. CLARK looks about to follow him.
DR. WOLPER: But thanks to recent advances in psychopharmacology, as well as new research in creative media therapy, I would venture that Dr. Luthor's new schedule and program has been more successful than anticipated.
Panel 3 - Mid-shot, DR. WOLPER stands in the open door, gesturing CLARK to come in the room with his clipboard. CLARK looks apprehensive.
DR. WOLPER: As you can see, the patient is responsive to stimuli, and can feed himself with the smallest of difficulty.
Panel 4 - Background, CLARK and DR. WOLPER entering the hospital rec room. It is empty except for, midground, LEX LUTHOR. He is sitting on a couch, dressed in bathrobe and pajamas. His expression should be mildly vacant as he watches the cabinet TV in the foreground. He is feeding himself a pudding cup with a spoon with a thick masking-taped handle, gripped overhand tightly like a child would. On his forehead are two scarred burn points, side by side, a souvenir from his last encounter with his most hated enemy, a drop of drool at the corner of his mouth.
DR. WOLPER: A far cry from his previous vegetative state, you'd agree?
SoundFX (TV): KICK! SMACK! NARF! DEFENESTRATE!
Panel 5-7 are from the same POV: behind the couch with TV in view. CLARK and LEX should be silhouetted by the TV.
Panel 5: CLARK sits down next to LEX. On TV, Pinky and the Brain are facedown on the White House lawn, stars around their heads.
Panel 6: CLARK and LEX watch as Pinky and the Brain dust themselves off.
Panel 7: LEX seats his head on CLARK'S shoulder. CLARK lowers his head, unable to reciprocate. Pinky has put his arm around the Brain as they walk toward the Washington Monument at sunset.
LEX: (small text) poit.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Also, because I can, this verison of LexCorp Tower is filled with Greek and Roman antiquities (and imitation antiquities) - figures of mythology grace every corner and aspect of its interior.
1 - Lex and Superman walk up a large staircase flanked with roman columns. They are at the bottom of the stairs, the panel framed so they are walking away from the reader.
LEX LUTHOR: The moment you revealed yourself to the world, man became obsolete.
2 - Similar to panel 1. Lex is attaining the top of the stairs, with Superman just behind him.
LEX LUTHOR: No one can soar to the greatest heights when a god literally flies above their heads.
3 - Lex and Superman continue to walk. They pass by Bernini's David (of "and Goliath" fame), which casts a partial shadow on Lex. There can be other art, but this is the one that is important to the panel.
LEX LUTHOR: I spent years trying to find the chink in your armor that would allow me to destroy you. To rid the world of your impossible shadow.
4 - A large door that leads to a balcony lies ahead. Curtains obscure any view of the outside world. Superman finally takes some action, putting a hand on Lex's shoulder and forcing him to make eye contact. Superman looks worried. Lex looks tired.
SUPERMAN: Lex, what are you talking about?
LEX LUTHOR: You were right. You've always been right. I had set myself an impossible task.
5 - Lex pulls free and continues towards the balcony. Superman pauses for a moment, looking after him.
LEX LUTHOR: You will never be brought down to man's level.
6 - They are onto the balcony. We are outside. Lex looks out to the world around them (and towards the reader), smiling an evil, satisfied grin. He could even be partially obscured by shadow if you'd like. Superman, in the background, does likewise, finally realizing what Lex has been talking about. Superman is shocked and perhaps a little horrified by what he sees before him.
LEX LUTHOR: Fortunately...
7 - Pull back a good ways. Lex and Supes can still be visible on that balcony, but they are not the focus of this panel. No, the focus is the dozens and dozens of people who are flying about through the air. Regular citizens, they are demonstrating pretty much all the powers of Superman - flight, super strength (maybe breaking parts of buildings off), lazer vision, ice breath, and whatever else you can fit in. It's intense, it's everywhere, and it doesn't look to be going well thus far.
CAPTION (LEX LUTHOR): I've discovered how to raise him up to yours.