S-Class: Exuding martial mastery, watching them fight is to stand transfixed by their perfection; they are the impossible done effortlessly. No army can stand against them. No army wants to.
Shang-Chi, Iron Fist, Black Panther, Mantis, Moondragon, Fat Cobra, Karnak the Shatterer
A-Class: These martial masters train and hone their abilities constantly. Combine their enhanced abilities and their Olympic-level physiologies, they are the finest fighters ever seen on Earth.
Captain America, Black Widow, Electra, Bullseye, Blade, Daredevil, Psylocke.
B-Class: These masters fight for the joy of battle. Underestimated, they surprise their opponents by being the best at what they do. If you fight them, be afraid. They'll enjoy hurting you.
Baron Zemo, Wolverine, Sabertooth, Mystique, Gambit, Black Tarantula, Batroc
C-Class: These are the working martial artists in the Marvel Universe. Super-agents, assassins and mercs are counted among them. Tech augments their talents, along with a dose of craft and guile.
Hawkeye, Nick Fury, Jr. Taskmaster, Lady Bullseye, Domino, Deadpool, Mockingbird
D-Class: These martial artists strike fear into the hearts of anyone between them and what they want. Relentless and driven, you would be a fool to think of them as "only Human."
The Punisher, Moon Knight, Kingpin, Silver Sable, Colleen Wing, Misty Knight, The White Tiger.
THE ANSWER IS...
This was a thought-exercise inspired by other fan writers of the Marvel Universe. It is in no way complete and all awesomeness contained within is the opinion of the Answer-Man.
It was created with @affinitybyserif's 'Affinity Designer' vers. 1.9.
By the time we understood, they drank us, a thousand lives a month, nonstop; by the time they achieved perfection at their apotheosis, we died in the millions.
The recombinations continued. New keys into newer locks.
(Art by Nathan Wyburn)
We could do nothing but watch. We had the knowledge. The Apple had given us everything. What we lacked was time.
We weren't ready.
We had been warned. We ignored the legends, the visceral loathing built into our very genome. We feared them, intuitively.
Everywhere I look, I see #companies complaining about a lack of #workers.
Their solution: Blame the workers because they don't want to rush back into the #workforce.
Can't say I blame them, since technically, the workforce threw them to the wolves at the start of the pandemic.
Didn't whole industries (let go, furlough, lay off, or outright fire) their staff at the start of the pandemic if they couldn't do their work remotely?
Didn't they let them go without any concern with how they were going to pay their bills, maintain their healthcare & the like?
Companies just said: "Bye, Felicia," like it we were breaking up at summer camp, not entering a worldwide pandemic which we were not ready to navigate, lied to by our government, and lacking a dedicated healthcare system, ill-prepared to weather.
The thing killing them is initially what made them rich in the first place: Work for hire.
Creative independents who own their properties will be the force which will put them in the ground.
Before this flame-war begins know I don't make this pronouncement lightly. I say this with a heavy heart. I LOVE COMICS. They helped me save my son and may have saved my life once or twice as well.
I am the Answer-Man and I must voice my displeasure with Disney's decision to NOT recast the Black Panther after Chadwick Boseman's untimely death.
The explanation was: 'No one could replace Chadwick in the role.'
And no one will. Instead, let a new actor step into the role.
As someone who has spent the bulk of his life enjoying different interpretations of my favorite heroes in the hands of different writers and different actors over decades, I don't see this as ANY different than any other recasting.
Why can the legendary heroes of #Batman and #Superman be recast again and again, both in face and in voice, and no one says: "This depiction of the character buries him for anyone else to consider playing. We just don't see any future for this iconic character."
In the beginning was the Seed. Cast into space by the Last Ones, they knew their time was at an end. The world broken, ravaged, the people dying, they saw the cataclysm would be the end of all things.
They created the Seed, filled with the potential of a cross-realm Index.
Launched into space, the Last Ones sent it into the heart of the cataclysm, the rain of asteroids upon the world and in its birth throes, it created gravity and dragged the raining death toward itself.
Each asteroid added to the Seed, making it larger and more massive.
Soon, the storm of asteroid slowed. The Seed sat above its homeworld, now almost dead, it began to transform. And it took Root. The size of a moon, the Seed sprouted and its hidden cargo, placed as coded instructions, began to evolve.