Monday, 29 June 2015

Read-along: Seven Ancient Wonders - Part 14

Wizard popped out of the manhole, his grenade launcher raised.
I thought that you said it only looked like a grenade launcher? I know it's easier to call it a grenade launcher now, but you don't get off scott-free for doing it, Reilly.
He fired it three times, each shot emitting a loud puncture-like phump.
Phump!-Phump!-Phump!
I love our little talks, Reilly. You're like an overly excited child telling us what he did today.
The rounds that pumped out of the grenade launcher looked like grenades, but they weren't grenades - fat and round and silver, they fanned out to three corners of the giant cavern, little red pilot lights on them blinking.
These are the Warblers.
They are stupid.
The Europeans heard the first shot and by the third they had located Wizard.
And then they riddled him with bullets.
If only
A French sniper on the cabin of the crane swung his rifle round, drew a bead on Wizard's forehead, and fired.
His bullet went haywire.
It peeled downwards almost as soon as it left the barrel of the Frenchman's rifle - where it struck an unfortunate croc in the head, killing it instantly.
The "Warblers" at work.
As if we couldn't have guessed that, Matthew. And take a shot for the haywire sentence.
The three odd-looking rounds that Wizard fired were more formally known as Closed Atmospheric Field Destabilisers (Electromagnetic), but everyone just called them "Warblers".
One of Wizard's rare military inventions, the Warblers created a magnetic field that disrupted the flight of high subsonic metal objects -specifically bullets- creating a gunfire free zone.
So, there are magnetic fields in these things which only affect bullets? How does that work? This is one of the more fantastical aspects of the book (especially considering that after "Contest" and "Temple", Matthew has seemingly ditched outright science fiction elements from his works) and falls immediately at the first hurdle. Also, the final part of that sentence is soon contradicted, so take a shot.
Wizard, one of the leading experts in electromagnetic applications, had sold the revolutionary technology to Raytheon in 1988 for $25 million, most of which went to the New York venture capital company that bankrolled his research. Walking away with only $2 million, Wizard had sworn to never again work with venture capitalists.
Those venture capitalists. Bourgeoise scum.
Wizards: Heroes of the people, leaders of the revolution!
Ironically, the US army - as always, thinking it knew better- ordered Raytheon to rework the Warbler system, creating huge problem that had stalled the programme for over fifteen years. It had yet to enter active service.
That's not irony, Matthew.
Naturally, Wizard - a Canadian, not an American- had kept a few working prototypes for himself, three of which he was now using.
Not American. Take a shot for the clarification. Those blasted Canadians!

The Seven burst out from their manhole, one after the other, moving fast, heading for the nearest embedded ladder up to the first level.
Oh good. I thought they'd come out in one go, like a Laurel and Hardy sketch.
As he ran in the middle of the group, West set Horus free and the little peregrine falcon soared above the forward moving group.
Oh yes! The best character has been unleashed! The Europeans stand no chance now! The book has radically changed pace and become a totally different genre. Alright Matthew, I'm back on board!
The life and times of Horus.
The Jamaican, Fuzzy, led the way - dancing along a narrow stone walkway that lay flush against the right-hand wall of the cavern. Pushed up against the walkway's low edge was a crush of crocodiles.
We've not forgotten who Fuzzy is, Matthew, you've introduced us to him twice already. Take a shot.
Fuzzy held in is hands a lightweight titanium bar welded in the shape of an X.
They're about to bypass another trap. Oh, I'm sorry, if that against the rules?! Fuzzy must have a pocket dimension on his belt.
Halfway along its length, the walkway ended briefly at a small void. In the centre of this void was a raised square stepping-stone that also stood flush against the wall and an inch above the croc-filled water. Cut into the stone wall immediately above this stepping-stone was a dark hole about a metre in diameter.
Take a shot for the italics. Why is that word made prominent? Are we supposed to be surprised at this? Are we supposed to be shocked that it isn't to the left or right of the stone?
Fuzzy didn't miss a beat.
I'd hope not, what with all of the "dancing" they've been doing along these edges. Take a shot.
He leapt from the walkway onto the stepping stone -
- and immediately heard a rush of water from up inside the wall hole, accompanied by a low crocodilian growl- 
- at which point he jammed his titanium X-bar into the wall-hole and hit a switch on the bar.
Thwack!
That was the sound of West's team breaking "the rules".
So, avoiding the traps is a bad thing, but breaking them is totally within the rules? Reilly has absolutely no respect for the ancient architectural masterworks he has spent the last few paragraphs fawning over. Also, take a shot for the "Thwack". That entire sequence was a mess, and that is exactly how it is written, I've not changed it at all.
The X-shaped bar expanded with a powerful spring-loaded motion, so that suddenly it was wedged tightly in the mouth of the circular wall hole.
GAY PORN COUNT: 21! COME ON MAN! That HAD to be intentional!
Not a second too soon.
Take a shot.
An instant later, a burst of water gushed out of the wall-hole,
Gay porn count: 22.
immediately followed by the jaws of of a massive crocodile that slammed at tremendous speed into the X-bar!
Oh boy. That was almost exciting. How does Matthew Reilly manage to bugger up tunnels firing crocodiles?!
The croc roared angrily
I know your pain, crocodile, I know your pain...
but its jaws were caught against the X-bar, unable to get past. The rush of water sprayed all around Fuzzy, but it didn't knock him over.
"Trap One! Clear!" He called.
Take three shots.
The others were already there with him, moving fast, and as Fuzzy kept watch over the writhing croc trapped in the wall-hole, they danced safely by.
I thought that they "dashed" when I first read that. Of course I was being silly, that would be far too sensible a choice of word for a Reilly novel. Fuzzy is a bit of a jerk for staring at the helpless crocodile: like one of those kids who spears spiders on  pins and watches them die.
Like this, but not anywhere near as sexy.
Now Big Ears went ahead. racing forward to disable the next trap, while the rest of them followed, step-jumping past Fuzzy, heading for the ladder at the base of the giant rockface.
Sure, just leave Fuzzy there... Dicks.

The Europeans could only watch in helpless amazement as the Seven raced along the opposite wall to the base of the rockface.
Base of the rockface.
This book's a disgrace
It's a travesty to the human race.
Now drop the bass!
Alone among them, Francisco del Piero eyed West -eyed him with an ice cold gaze- watching him running with Lily at his side, gripping her hand.
Well, that was creepy. Thanks Matthew.
"Well, well, well..." del Piero said. "Who have you got there, Captain West?"
Dun, dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
See you next week, folks.
Here's some more Idris to tide you over.

Friday, 26 June 2015

The Magnificent Seven

There is a remake being planned of "The Magnificent Seven", in 2017. A remake of a remake, which has already been remade multiple times
One of which was this, which you have to see.
Now, we all have a negative view of remakes, and I don't have a good feeling about this one. I know and acknowledge that there have been truly excellent remakes, presented here:

1. The Fly (David Cronenberg) - 1986
2. The Thing (John Carpenter) - 1982
3. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (David Fincher) - 2011
4. Mother's Day (Darren Lynn Bouseman) - 2010
5. Cape Fear (Martin Scorcese) - 1991
6. Bram Stoker's Dracula (Francis Ford Coppola) - 1992
7. Ocean's Eleven (Steven Soderbergh) - 2001
8. Zatoichi (Takeshi Kitano) - 2003
9. King Kong (Peter Jackson) - 2005
10. Scarface (Brian De Palma) - 1983
11. 13 Assassins (Takeshi Miike) - 2011
12. Hairspray (Adam Shankman) - 2007
13. True Grit (The Coen Brothers) - 2010

There are more, but you get the point, not all remakes suck.

However, this version of "The Magnificent Seven" (a stellar Western and magnificent retelling of a classic film) needs something more.
The Magnificent Seven worked because it was not just Seven Samurai, but because it transferred that situation (a simple story of good and evil, whereby the strong can either exert their power over the weak, or use that very strength to do the right thing, at no benefit to themselves. For goodness is its own reward. Or is it...?) into the wild west and made it about age, youth, legends, violence, the nature of good and evil, redemption and courage, whilst allowing some of the best actors of the day to rub shoulders and get some cracking lines and truly excellent parts to work with. They took the class warfare aspect of Kurosawa's film and removed it, then changed characters which wouldn't work into others that would (Robert Vaughn's Lee being an excellent addition, for example), and thus created a wonderful ensemble piece, anchored by the always awesome Yul Brynner.

So you cannot just make a Western.
You need to change it up, make it a movie to resonate with the modern day (though, Seven Samurai and The Magnificent Seven already do that, in my mind) audience, and to touch upon modern themes.
The easy route would be to take a gangster approach (Antoine Fuqua, the director, made Training Day, which is excellent, and thus this seems like an obvious step for him), whereby a small group (say... seven?) tough guys help to defend an area against a rampaging biker gang, for example.

But considering the names attached to the project (Denzel Motherfucking Washington, Chris Pratt, Ethan Hawke, Vincent D'Onofrio and Lee Byung-hun, amongst other lesser known actors like Wagner Moura), you'd need to do something a little different. Maybe, something darker or controversial. Maybe something which increases it to a larger scale...
Not Battle Beyond the Stars, though that would be amazing (Space-Denzel! Who wouldn't want to see that?!).

Say, you have a small area in a developing nation. Maybe an unnamed African, Asian or even (to lessen the chances of racism or weird colonial attitudes) Eastern Europe, whereby the inhabitants are, indeed, plagued by attackers. They make off with their food, their resources, even their women and children. A dark, horrible life for all involved, and there seems to be no escape.
These attackers operate with impunity in this war-torn land, doing as they please and using this village and the surrounding area as their local stomping ground. This particular village is next on their hit-list, and there is no chance of help from the army, the police, the UN, anyone.
So others must be brought in.
Say... mercenaries.
A young woman goes in search of anybody who can help her. But her only chances are the very foreigners who normally lead such attacks, who pillage and plunder this country. She's cautious and wary, but these seem unlike the others.
They take her up on the offer, having done some terrible things in their lifetime, especially in places such as this. They find others who will help their cause (a wanted man, a hotshot wannabe, a psychopath broken by war, etc...) and these seven accompany the girl to the village.

What follows is a tense examination of foreign attitudes, colonial era legacies and the horrors of war as these seven try to help. You'd have one of the big names (I'd go with Pratt) set up to be the lead, being the most sympathetic of the seven, setting him up to be the hero of the piece. But then you'd kill him off spectacularly, surprisingly (one of the flaws was that you knew at least Yul Brynner would make it, as well as Steve McQueen), and leave us guessing.
Heck, maybe kill off all of them?

Just don't make another Western version.
Change it up.
Please.

Sunday, 14 June 2015

A Poem for Thee, Matthew Reilly

West and The Wizard

When determining which soldier is the best,
They settled on an Aussie named Jack West.
With a big metal arm
And absolutely no charm,
And he looked like a bear wearing a vest.

He was followed by an old man named Epper,
Who avoided black men like a leper.
He had a big beard,
And was really weird,
Like people who still drink Dr. Pepper.

There was also a giant named Big Ears.
Whose code name brought people to tears.
He was incredibly thick,
'cause Reilly made him a Mick,
Making him a mockery amongst his literary peers.

He carried a young girl named Lily.
Whose inclusion in all this was rather silly.
She was a pain in the arse,
And made this adventure a farce.
She was there to drop stupid lines willy-nilly.

Princess Zoe was the one she adored.
As the token girl in this unshaven horde.
But Reilly lacks writing skill
And in this literary swill
Her character remains unexplored.

Pooh Bear was the son of a Sheikh,
An interesting character this fact could make.
But he's just mere cliches
For Arabian ways.
And makes Reilly come across as a flake.

Stretch was Pooh Bear's best friend.
Upon which he could always depend.
Except when he's not
Which is an awful lot,
Because Stretch is a massive bell-end.

Noddy was left guarding the door
After changing his name from Matador
Because to Reilly it seems
That for Spaniards on teams
Having other nicknames is a bore

Fuzzy was the name of the black guy
Who we all know is going to die
And Wizard hates him
For the colour of his skin
So of all the characters we ask: Why?

They soon start to send us round the bend
Facing the traps with which they must contend.
Yet with a simple look
In Epper's magic book
That drama is brought to an end.

Saturday, 6 June 2015

Read-along: Seven Ancient Wonders - Part 13

Are you still with us?
I'll give you a moment to recover from the harrowing death of Pooh Bear. Oh Pooh Bear, we hardly knew you. At his funeral, we shall play "Ave Maria" and "Arab Money" and remember his life by dropping giant rocks on the guests and having the eulogy be a dismissive racist ramble by Wizard.
The previous diagram is actually very helpful in the segments which follow. Since he doesn't really explain the layout very well, I'll try to do so in bullet points:
  • It's basically a giant sheer cliff face
  • There's one long stairwell criss-crossing up it
  • West's team arrive on the right hand side (if you're facing it)
  • The Europeans are on the left hand side, armed with a giant crane.
  • There are "trap holes" built into the wall.
  • This particular trap is effectively one enormous pachinko machine.

The Grand Cavern

West poked his head up through the manhole to behold a truly awesome sight.
We'll be the judge of that, Reilly. Stop complimenting your own writing. I can assure you that it is not worthy of it.
He was at the base of a gargantuan cavern situated right in the belly of the mountain, a cavern easily 400 feet high.
A former rock quarry, it was roughly triangular in shape, wide at the base, tapering to a point at the top.
West was at the extreme sound end of the cavern, while opposite him at the northern end, one hundred yards away, were the Europeans: with their floodlights, their troops... and a half built crane.
Cursed Europeans! Those young folk, with their "technology" and their "sensible things". Don't they know that you're supposed to turn up with only a thong and some flip flops and run the gauntlet of traps, getting all of your people horribly murdered in the process? Fucking amateurs... How dare those European psychopaths try to do this safely and bypass the traps! You can tell that they're evil...
Without doubt, however, the most striking feature of the cavern was its charcoal-coloured diorite rockface.
The rockface rose for the  the full height of the cavern, soaring into the darkness beyond the reach of the Europeans' floodlights: a giant black wall.
As a quarry, the Egyptians had mined this diorite seam systematically - cutting four narrow edges out of the great wall. So that now the rockface looked like a 30-storey office building that had been divided into four step-like tiers.
Why? Does it have windows? Is there an over-abundance of stationary? Are middle management looming over their heads and pushing deadlines upon them, whilst trying to remain "friendly" for the office environment?
Um, yeah, if you could go ahead and, uh, finish those Diorite Excavation Reports before Lily gets another line, that'd be greaaaaaaaaaaaat.
Each ledge ran for the entire width of the rockface, but they were perilously narrow: barely wide enough for two men to stand on side-by-side.
If that wasn't already dangerous enough, Imhotep V had adapted this already unusual structure into a masterpiece of protective engineering.
In short, he'd laid hundreds of traps all over it.
Why didn't you use that line in the first place, Matt? Although, simplifying your prose even further is unnecessary and does you no favours whatsoever. An interesting thing to note is this: Matthew Reilly apparently is a perfectionist where it comes to his books, frequently cutting and editing multiple drafts more than most authors do.
He still thought it fit to keep those lines.
The four narrow ledges swung back and forth, each rising steadily before ending at a cut-into-the-rock ladder that led to the next level.
So, Donkey Kong? I'm actually a little surprised that Titus Pullo or some other character hasn't made that comparison in the texts, to make it "cool 4 teh kidz yo!"
The only exception was a wall-ladder between the first and second levels: its ladder was situated in the exact centre of the cavern equidistant from the northern and southern entrances, as if Imhotep V was encouraging a race between rival parties who arrived at the same time.
Since each narrow ledge was cut from pure diorite, a grappling hook would be useless - it could never get a purchase on the hard black stone.
Unless it's a diolite hook, or a regular grappling hook for that matter, we've been through this Matt.
To get the top, one had to traverse every level and defeat the traps on them.
And how many traps there were!
Oh for fuck's sake, Matthew.
Is this an Edward Lear poem? Well, fuck it, it is now. I hereby promise to create a nonsense poem based upon "Seven Ancient Wonders" in the same style as Edward Lear's "Owl and the Pussycat".
Small arched forts dotted the great wall at irregular intervals, spanning each of the ledges, concealing traps.
Hundreds of basketball-sized wall-holes littered the rock-face, containing God-only-knew what kind of liquids.
Is this prose or a character? I also would like to change my answer as to who I think the 9th (Well, 8th now that Pooh Bear is gone) team member shall be, based solely upon the idea of basketball sized holes:
Come on and Slam!
And let's beat Uncle Sam!
Come on and Slam!
Let's get out of this Jam!
And where holes were not possible,
Porn count: 16
long stone chutes slid snake-like down the rock-face - looking a bit like upside down chimneys that ended with open spouts ready to spew foul liquids over the unwary intruder.
Porn count: 17. Are you sure you're not doing this on purpose, Matthew?
Seeing the holes, West detected the distinctive odour of oil in the air - giving him a clue as to what might come out of some of them.
OIL! Now we know why America is interested in this place! West is the greatest detective ever! Like a cross between Adrian Monk and Columbo, but with a metal arm! This could change genre and become the adventures of TV's greatest detectives, making the book infinitely better and actually giving us a reason as to why they can predict all plot which happens, no matter how insane!
Starring Jack West as Kojak, the Metal Armed Psychopath!
With:
Princess Zoe as DCI Vera Stanhope! Made sexy for Hollywood! Though, that's not to say Brenda Blethyn isn't sexy...
Wizard the Amazing Racist as Detective Andy Sipowicz!
Big Ears as Ironside! Only, he has a rocket chair and is played by Titus Pullo.
Fuzzy as Luther!
Pooh Bear as Monk!
Horus the Falcon as Magnum Motherfucking P.I
How I see Horus in every scene.
Stretch can be Ellery Queen.

I would pay a ridiculous amount of money to make this series happen.
I am also fully aware that half of that list are dead and the other half elderly or not on the air anymore.
Poor Ellery Queen... Was I the only one to watch Ellery Queen?
And there was the final feature.
The Scar.
New rule: Drink when he capitalises something unnecessarily.
And take a shot.
This was a great uneven crevice that ran all the way down the rock-wall, cutting across the ledges and the rockface with indifference.
Like a cat?
It looked like a dry riverbed, only it ran vertically instead of horizontally.
We are aware how directions work.
At the top of the cavern, it was a single thick crevice, but it widened towards the base, where it forked into two smaller scars.
A trickling waterfall dribbled down its length, from some unknown source high up inside the mountain.
To cross the Scar on any of the four ledges meant either tip-toeing across a foot-wide mini-ledge or leaping across a small void... in both cases in front of wall-holes or other shadowy recesses.
Gay porn count: 18.
The trickling waterfall that rolled down the Scar fed a wide lake at the base of the rockface - a lake that now separated West and his team from the European force, a lake that was home to about sixty Nile crocodiles, all variously sleeping, sloshing or rolling over each other.
And at the very top of the colossal structure: a small stone doorway that led to this mine's fabled treasure.
The head of an ancient wonder.
Take a shot.
It's nice to have our title dropped 34 pages in.

Peering over the rim of the manhole, West gazed at the Europeans and their half- finished crane.
With envy, presumably.
As he watched, dozens of men hauled more pieces of the crane into the cavern, handing them to engineers who then supervised the attachment of the pieces to the growing machine.
In the midst of this activity, West spied the leader of the European expedition, the Jesuit,
That's... racist?
del Piero, standing perfectly erect,
Gay porn count: 19.
his hands clasped behind his back. At 68, del Piero had thinning slicked-down black hair, ghost-like grey eyes, deep creases on his face, and the severe expression of a man who had spent his life frowning at people.
Here's another problem with Reilly: his villains always look evil and his heroes always look like glowing, healthy, happily perfect specimens of humanity. Observe how this is easily turned on its head:
A firm, confident, upright man, he had soft grey eyes and the expression of a studious, learned scholar.
That will be del Piero. And compare:
 He had a long, straggly beard, and lean, hungry eyes. He was a dismissive, elderly man, clutching a notebook closely to himself, muttering under his breath.
And that'll be Wizard.
It's really that easy.
But it was the tiny figure standing next to del Piero who seized West's attention.
Was the word "seized" really necessary? It's a little violent. I know he used it rather than "captured" or "caught", so as to further the urgency and speed, due to the connotations of the word. Yet it's so... poor.
A small boy.
With black hair and even blacker eyes.
Evil. Also, take a shot.
West's eyes widened. He had seen this boy before. Ten years ago...
Woah! Three shots!
The boy stood at del Piero's side with his hands clasped behind his back, mimicking the imperious stance of the old Jesuit.
He seemed to be about Lily's age.
No, West corrected himself, he was exactly Lily's age.
First of all take a shot for the repetition.
West having seen this boy before is explained later, unfortunately, but still raises a question: how does he recognise him?
It's also pretty obvious, to anybody who isn't an avid Matthew Reilly reader, that the boy and Lily are twins. Now, I had forgotten all about this character until I reread the book for this blog, and he's supposed to be the "Evil" version of her, the "dark mirror" thing that authors like doing with siblings, largely as a result of being raised by the evil old Jesuit. Yet he doesn't truly demonstrate anything besides being haughty and proud, and arrogantly assured of his status (which is actually totally justified due to plot, but we're getting ahead of ourselves here) and he is also FAR less annoying that Lily, partly due to having less screen time. One last thing:
How are they "exactly" the same age? One will be a few minutes older than the other. It's a trivial difference (unless you have a twin sibling, in which case the elder one holds it over the younger's head with glee), but still:
Take a shot for that.

West's gaze shifted back to the crane
It was a clever plan.
Once finished, the crane would lift the Europeans up over the first ledge and land them on the second.
Not only did this allow them to avoid about ten traps, it also enabled them to avoid the most dangerous trap of all in this cavern:
The Master Snare.
Of course it's a clever plan, Matthew, it's how any sensible person would traverse this booby-trapped structure if they needed to do so quickly.
Take a shot for that three word sentence, and another for the capitalisation.
West knew all about it from the Callimachus Text - which he suspected del Piero and the Europeans could have had a copy of. That said, they could have become aware of it from other ancient texts written by Imhotep V.
That section was just bizarre to read. Reilly is mentioning a key plot item (the Callimachus Text) which explains a few things later, and stating that it's so important as to have the villains also possibly operating from it. But he then immediately shuts that down. Why was it there? If it's to show a little of West's strange thought process, then it's too little too late, as well as an odd place to put it. If it's to show off how "cool" and "clever" West is by having read up on this beforehand, then it's simply unnecessary and also makes West seem like a smug, self-centred prick. But, he is a smug and self-centred prick...
I take it back, then, this was entirely necessary.
While the other Imhoteps had their own signature traps, Imhotep V had invented the Master Snare, a trap that was triggered in advance of the system's innermost vault - thus making the final leg of the journey a matrix of trap-beating versus time. Or as Wizard liked to say: "Beating booby-traps is one thing; beating them against the clock is another."
Gay porn count: 20. Does Wizard really say that? I think that he needs a snappier catch-phrase. It also sounds like something he'd say to a group of black people at a Klan meeting before they begin "The Hunt".
Since it's Wizard we're talking about here, how about making his catchphrase: "No hood? No good!"
That said, the Master Snare was not so crude as to destroy the entire trap system. Like most of Imhotep's traps, it would reset itself to be used again.
It's nice to see the Egyptians recycling. You can say what you want about the murderous trap systems and psychotic compartmentalised death machines of this obsessive-compulsive madman: He did at least have the concerns of the environment at the forefront of his mind.
No, in most cases the Master Snare left you in a do-or-die predicament: If you were good enough, you could take the treasure. If you weren't, you would die.
Clarification is wonderful, isn't it?
The Callimachus Text stated that the trigger stone for the Master Snare of this system lay in the very centre of the first level, at the base of the ladder there.
Wizard appeared at West's side, peered out from the manhole.
"Mmm, a crane. With that, del Piero and his men will avoid triggering the Master Snare. It'll give them more time up in the Holy of Holies. Very clever."
"No, it's not clever" West said flatly. "It's against the rules."
"The rules?"
"Yes, the rules. This is all part of a contest that has been held for the last 4,000 years, between Egyptian architects and grave robbers. And this contest has an honour code - we attack, Imhotep V defends. But by skipping a major trigger stone, del Piero is cheating. He's also showing his weakness."
"Which is?"
"He doesn't believe he can beat the Master Snare." West smiled. "But we can."
There are five shots based on short sentences alone here, so take them at your leisure. There is also a lovely return of the dialogue which would actually be better as simple prose.
Do you remember only a few pages ago that West and his team bypassed a bunch of traps with their use of hand rungs and rivet guns? And do you remember the various pieces of equipment that they have used thus far to get through in ways which were never intended by the architects?
Yes.
West and his team are hypocritcal fuckbags.
It's not stupid enough that West believes in triggering every trap and horribly murdering all of those trying to do this safely (because he's an asshole), but he cannot even follow this supposed "code of conduct" himself. If you're going to get the team killed (the team which you will run to the ends of the Earth for and seem to treat like an extended family, if the death of Pooh Bear is anything to go by) with your odd ideas about honouring this system, then you can at least die with them. THAT is honour.
You don't think that in "The Wasp Factory", if a wasp found a way out due to an error in construction, it wouldn't take it? You think that the wasp would sit there and think to itself: "No, actually, this is a fair system, I'm supposed to die in here, because using that exit would be cheating and defeating the purpose of this game."
Of course not.
So we are supposed to believe that del Piero is evil, based upon the sheer basis that he looks old and grumpy and doesn't want to trigger the death mechanisms (Also the name of a my new heavy metal album) which would surely kill the innocent members of his team who are only following orders?
Fuck you, Jack West Jr.
This is stupid writing.
And as to whether or not he can indeed beat the trap, we shall see.
The Wasp Factory is also a very good book.
West dropped back down to the base of the ladder, turned to his tea of six.
"Okay kids. This is what we've trained for. Leapfrog formation, remember your places. Lily, you're with me in the middle. Fuzzy, you're the point for the first disable. Then Big Ears, Zoe and Stretch. Wizard, you'll have to cover for Pooh Bear, who was going to cover the fifth, I'll trigger the Master Snare."
That phrase "who was going to cover the fifth" is more clunky exposition dialogue which is also completely redundant if the reader is able to count.
Calling your team "kids" is also not going to endear the to you. Wizard is definitely older than you, Pooh Bear, Stretch and Big Ears are definitely in their 30s at least (probably older in the case of Big Ears) and they are all trained soldiers, not amateur grave robbers.
We've been told that they're soldiers.
Except for Stretch, actually. We only know he's tall and thin. Maybe he's just a mechanic, or a man they use to reach things on shelves.
Everyone nodded, game faces on.
Take a shot. Not the for the length, but the idiocy. That is a retarded sentence.
West turned to Wizard. "Okay, Professor. You got those Warblers ready? Because as soon as we break cover, those Europeans are going to open fire."
"Ready to go, Huntsman." Wizard said, holding up a large gun-like object that looked like an M203 grenade launcher.
A gun-like object.
Held by a human-like figure. In a hand-shaped appendage.
Take three shots.
Warblers will make their big entrance soon. They are the second of Wizard's inventions which we meet.
Don't you think it's nice of West to call Wizard "Professor" as well? After all of this time calling him by his codename. They're supposed to be close as well, aren't they? So why not "Max"?
"Mad Epper: Racist Road" doesn't quite have the same ring to it. However, it is oddly appropriate, all things considered...
"I'll need maybe four seconds before you can make a break for it."
"I'll give you three."
This isn't negotiable, West. Who's the scientist here?
They all put their hands into the middle, team-style, 
Get it? Because they're a team...
and called "Kamate!", after which they broke, with Wizard leading their way up the ladder, into the fray.
Kamate is Maori and roughly translates (according to my research) as "'tis death!"
Way to psych up your team there West, especially considering how you're Australian, and not from New Zealand. Come to think of it, none of the team are. It is thus a mystery as to how they decided upon that as their big team chant.

See you next chapter. I need a drink.