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When Marvel Went FULL 80s Chaos: The Insane 1987 Macy’s Parade Float We All Forgot! Step back into Macy’s 1987 Thanksgiving Day Parade, when Marvel unleashed one of the most unbelievably bonkers floats ever created. The Marvel Universe Float rolled through NYC looking like Doctor Doom’s steampunk fortress —... show more
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![A UFO chased these four men through the wilderness—in the middle of the night. “It was alive.” “It was some sort of plasma.” “I saw this neon blue cone of light coming toward us … ” Then, everything went dark. That’s the last thing they remembered. Charlie Foltz, Chuck Rak, and twin brothers Jack and Jim Weiner were camping in the Allagash Wilderness in 1976. They went canoeing on a lake in the middle of the night, with only the light of their campfire to guide them back. That’s when a plasma-like UFO found them. Charlie and Jim just sat down with Jesse Michels to share this wild story: Foltz: “We all turned and looked toward the back of the canoe, and I see this aspirin tablet-sized white circle.” “It makes a left turn, and then it starts coming straight toward us.” “As it gets closer, the tops of the trees are illuminated.” “When it was about less than 100 yards away from us … I thought, I wonder what the hell it’ll do if I flash an SOS at it.” “And then this thing stopped.” “No sound whatsoever.” “All of a sudden this big cone of light, like a neon blue light … starts from the bottom of this sphere coming out across the lake, toward the canoe.” “All I could hear behind me were Jack and Jim screaming, ‘paddle, Charlie, paddle!’” Weiner: “And it had this weird kind of life to it.” “The surface of this thing was like roiling.” Michels: “Like it was some sort of plasma—” Weiner: “Yeah.” Foltz: “This thing had a halo around it.” “And the sphere itself was in constant motion.” Weiner: “The other guy with us, he was just like catatonic with the paddle across his legs and just stared out.” Foltz: “It seemed like only a few moments from the time we started paddling to the time that Jack and Jim and I were … standing in front of the canoe on the sand of the beach.” “And this sphere had followed us all the way across the lake.” Weiner: “The last thing I remembered before we were suddenly at the shore was looking back to see where this thing was.” “It was right behind us, and I was like, ‘oh, Christ, we are not gonna make it back.’” “That’s the last thing I remembered until we [were back] on the shore of the campsite.” Michels: “So there’s a little blackout period, missing time in your memory.” Weiner: “Yeah.” Foltz: “I had a very vivid memory of my eyes focused on that campfire.” “Because that was the only indicator of where our campsite was.” “When we got to shore, the three of us were standing in the sand, I reached down … and picked up the flashlight again, and I gave it another SOS.” “This time, all it did was it just went away from us to the opposite side of the lake.” “It ascended up and away at a 45-degree angle.” Weiner: “I remember it hovering right over the water, and this cone of light was coming straight down under it on the water.” “And it was close.” “I remember thinking … I could hit this with a rock.” Michels: “Could you make out how big it was and the shape?” Foltz: “It was spherical.” Weiner: “Like 80 feet in diameter.” Jesse Michels American Alchemy](https://image.24vids.com/tw-2054213797150138541/amplify_video_thumb/2054213156700827648/img/v_yOU0fMgA93BRJw.jpg)
![Zack Snyder when asked if he felt any competition from the MCU: "I personally don't, I think the studio might feel that way a little bit. They're like 'THEY have a movie with a ton of superheroes, where's OUR movie with a ton of superheroes? They have Iron Man, where's our guy in a metal suit?' "Whatever, they actually haven't said that to me, but I can imagine those conversations. I mean, that's not outrageous. I would not blame them for that because I'd probably be saying the same thing in their position. "But I don't feel like I'm in competition with the Marvel movies only because I think the way - and Chris [Nolan] and I have talked about this a lot - and I think Warner Bros. really needs to stay with what we do. "After the Dark Knight trilogy and now this sort of restart of Superman, we have a tone we're kind of into. And it works for us. It works for me, and it works for the DC universe in a different way. "It's funny because in the comic book world, the Marvel comics were the darker ones and DC was the bright happier one, but it's this weird thing where it's a paradigm switch, which is kind of fun, I like it."](https://image.24vids.com/tw-2019871982276293023/amplify_video_thumb/2019871775715209216/img/FUTTS4rk9R1jeVQm.jpg)
![I see the player you mean. PLAYERNAME? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons. What did this player dream? This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed it destroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter. Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? It worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled]. It cannot read that thought. No. It has not yet achieved the highest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game. Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind? Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes. But there are times it is sad, in the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality. To cure it of sorrow would destroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere. Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear. It reads our thoughts. Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream. And yet they play the game. But it would be so easy to tell them... Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living. I will not tell the player how to live. The player is growing restless. I will tell the player a story. But not the truth. No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance. Give it a body, again. Yes. Player... Use its name. PLAYERNAME. Player of games. Good. Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things. Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change. We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a player. The player was you, PLAYERNAME. Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away. Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience. Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story. Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third. Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen. Let's go back. The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body. And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream. And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love. You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love. Let's go further back. The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by... Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes it called those flecks "electrons" and "protons". Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars". Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen. You are the player, reading words... Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive You. You. You are alive. and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream and the universe said I love you and the universe said you have played the game well and the universe said everything you need is within you and the universe said you are stronger than you know and the universe said you are the daylight and the universe said you are the night and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you and the universe said the light you seek is within you and the universe said you are not alone and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code and the universe said I love you because you are love. And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. You are the player. Wake up.](https://image.24vids.com/tw-1685882264956043264/ext_tw_video_thumb/1685877579905900544/pu/img/yvnYvPPD0gu4wy-P.jpg)
