Buffyverse Fan
* The 28th *
So given the shocking new news that apparently IDW's Angel series is most likely canon (Joss heavily implied that it is, and IDW's Editor-in-Chief Chris Ryall explicitly said so), how do you think the two should be reconciled?
Imo, a simple and subtle "retcon" of some of Armstrong's mess is a necessary first step. Here's a monologue I put together heavily referencing Angel's unaired pilot and various other speeches he's made, which I think could bring IDW's up to speed with the Buffyverse pre-Twilight:
My name's Angel.
I was born 254 years ago in Ireland. Small town, good family. 27 years into an unremarkable life, I met a woman, she told me she could show me a world I'd never seen. She wasn't kidding. Life as a vampire was a constant thrill--the power, the danger, the outfits--good outfits. Never getting old, also a plus. But in the end it was all about the kill. The kill was everything to me, it was... art... that was until I killed the wrong girl.
Gypsies, in my experience, are heavily into vengeance. They cursed me, gave me back my soul, my humanity. I had to live with everything I had done, and I had to live forever.
It took another woman to show me that my endless life was worth living, her name is Buffy. She was the first woman I'd ever loved.
I'm not saying it was an easy relationship. She may not have been my first lover to tell me to go to hell, but she was the first to send me there--100 years to be exact.
But it was real, I guess I knew it couldn't last. You see my curse, my soul was meant to be a burden. If I ever found peace, a moment of true happiness, and I'll become a monster again. So I had to leave.
I wanted to shut out the world. Two and a half centuries of travel, and the most solitary place I knew was LA--a sea of people who all managed to be by themselves.
My isolation was short-lived. It turned out some higher powers had a destiny in mind for me. My guide, my friend, found me. His name was Doyle. Three centuries of existence and he was the first true friend I'd ever had. He set me on my path to becoming a hero, and gave his life so I could keep fighting.
My next guide came in an unlikely form, a cheerleader I'd known since her high school days. She came to LA to be a star, but they weren't hiring. Not much of an actress, but one heck of a woman.
Along with a would-be Rogue Demon Hunter, we did what we could to make the world a better place. A Physicist, a Warrior-turned-Attorney, and an Extra-Dimensional Karaoke Singer rounded out my team, my family.
Then a miracle happened. I had a son, with Darla no less. We spread death and destruction for 100 years, but Connor was the one good thing we did together.
Meddling from Higher-Powers tore my family apart. There was betrayal, compromise and a surprising amount of inappropriate eroticism.
Cordelia was violated by a Power That Was. In exchange for Cordy's life and the free will of humanity, the Power offered world peace. The price was too high, and I buried the woman I loved.
Several Faustian deals later and I was in a position to halt the gears of the law firm that kept the world from becoming a better place. I executed my carefully laid plans, and... I was wrong.
Again the price was too high. We lost the city of Los Angeles. Have you ever tried looking yourself in the mirror after sending 10 million people to hell? Ironically, the first time I had a reflection in years was that day.
I couldn't go on like that, so I got us out of there. My actions weren't without consequence though. I buried another of my lieutenants. Doyle, Cordy, Fred, Wesley, all gave their lives fighting my battle. For a while there, I thought I had paid my debt. Like is often the case, I was wrong.
Now I continue the good fight in their memory. Wolfram & Hart has been MIA for months, and my ranks replenished by the ex-boyfriends of my former lovers. Yet another sect of Rogue Powers That Be are threatening my city. One of their soldiers has joined my team, but thousands still remain to stand against us.
Buffy managed to activate countless new Slayers, and things are only getting worse by the day. The fight may very well be never-ending, but for now, I say damn the prophecies, damn "destiny," let's get to work.
NOTE: The last three paragraphs subtly "retcon" the main issues where Armstrong broke Whedon's canon. Angel's mission of redemption being over, Angel brushes off as a momentary indiscretion. And her bizarre makeover of TPTB turns out to be simply another splinter sect of PTB like Jasmine.
Imo, a simple and subtle "retcon" of some of Armstrong's mess is a necessary first step. Here's a monologue I put together heavily referencing Angel's unaired pilot and various other speeches he's made, which I think could bring IDW's up to speed with the Buffyverse pre-Twilight:
My name's Angel.
I was born 254 years ago in Ireland. Small town, good family. 27 years into an unremarkable life, I met a woman, she told me she could show me a world I'd never seen. She wasn't kidding. Life as a vampire was a constant thrill--the power, the danger, the outfits--good outfits. Never getting old, also a plus. But in the end it was all about the kill. The kill was everything to me, it was... art... that was until I killed the wrong girl.
Gypsies, in my experience, are heavily into vengeance. They cursed me, gave me back my soul, my humanity. I had to live with everything I had done, and I had to live forever.
It took another woman to show me that my endless life was worth living, her name is Buffy. She was the first woman I'd ever loved.
I'm not saying it was an easy relationship. She may not have been my first lover to tell me to go to hell, but she was the first to send me there--100 years to be exact.
But it was real, I guess I knew it couldn't last. You see my curse, my soul was meant to be a burden. If I ever found peace, a moment of true happiness, and I'll become a monster again. So I had to leave.
I wanted to shut out the world. Two and a half centuries of travel, and the most solitary place I knew was LA--a sea of people who all managed to be by themselves.
My isolation was short-lived. It turned out some higher powers had a destiny in mind for me. My guide, my friend, found me. His name was Doyle. Three centuries of existence and he was the first true friend I'd ever had. He set me on my path to becoming a hero, and gave his life so I could keep fighting.
My next guide came in an unlikely form, a cheerleader I'd known since her high school days. She came to LA to be a star, but they weren't hiring. Not much of an actress, but one heck of a woman.
Along with a would-be Rogue Demon Hunter, we did what we could to make the world a better place. A Physicist, a Warrior-turned-Attorney, and an Extra-Dimensional Karaoke Singer rounded out my team, my family.
Then a miracle happened. I had a son, with Darla no less. We spread death and destruction for 100 years, but Connor was the one good thing we did together.
Meddling from Higher-Powers tore my family apart. There was betrayal, compromise and a surprising amount of inappropriate eroticism.
Cordelia was violated by a Power That Was. In exchange for Cordy's life and the free will of humanity, the Power offered world peace. The price was too high, and I buried the woman I loved.
Several Faustian deals later and I was in a position to halt the gears of the law firm that kept the world from becoming a better place. I executed my carefully laid plans, and... I was wrong.
Again the price was too high. We lost the city of Los Angeles. Have you ever tried looking yourself in the mirror after sending 10 million people to hell? Ironically, the first time I had a reflection in years was that day.
I couldn't go on like that, so I got us out of there. My actions weren't without consequence though. I buried another of my lieutenants. Doyle, Cordy, Fred, Wesley, all gave their lives fighting my battle. For a while there, I thought I had paid my debt. Like is often the case, I was wrong.
Now I continue the good fight in their memory. Wolfram & Hart has been MIA for months, and my ranks replenished by the ex-boyfriends of my former lovers. Yet another sect of Rogue Powers That Be are threatening my city. One of their soldiers has joined my team, but thousands still remain to stand against us.
Buffy managed to activate countless new Slayers, and things are only getting worse by the day. The fight may very well be never-ending, but for now, I say damn the prophecies, damn "destiny," let's get to work.
NOTE: The last three paragraphs subtly "retcon" the main issues where Armstrong broke Whedon's canon. Angel's mission of redemption being over, Angel brushes off as a momentary indiscretion. And her bizarre makeover of TPTB turns out to be simply another splinter sect of PTB like Jasmine.