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* ''Youngblood: Judgement Day'' by [[Alan Moore]]. One of the team members, Kinghtsabre, is accused of murdering another member, Riptide, and is put on trial. It is eventually revealed that the team leader, Sentinel, killed her for trying to take a book that dictates the events of the universe by whatever is written in its pages; the book itself has a storied history of being found, used to change history, and lost or stolen by countless owners. The Wallbanger comes in upon learning how the Book of All Stories works: if one can dictate the future by writing in its pages, WHY OR HOW WOULD ANYONE EVER LOSE POSESSION OF IT AGAINST THEIR WILL??? When people wrote their life stories into the book, didn't they think to put safeguards in to make sure that no one took the book—something like "and a magic force field went up around the book whenever X wasn't using it, preventing anyone from even knowing it existed"? (Add in an immortality clause, and things could get really fun.)
** The creator of the book was a [[Trickster God]] who intended his "gift" to spread chaos and mayhem on Earth. This means it's probable that the Book is ''intended'' to change owners repeatedly... if it could be infallibly sequestered from loss or theft, it would rapidly stop being a random factor and instead just become a tool for one particular entity's total domination of the world, which is boring! For that matter, the creator is still out there, and no one save Glory and his fellow deities even know he exists, so none of the book's owners could possibly be on their guard against him. He could just show up and arrange for the book's loss or theft whenever it had stayed too long in one place.
** It's also an actual plot point that Sentinel is, underneath all his self-granted retcons and power-ups, ultimately just a stupid, greedy punk who lucked into the big time. Sure he'll use the book to rewrite history so that he's living his Gary Stu fantasy of being the World's Greatest Superhero, but that doesn't mean he'll actually do it intelligently and with thoroughness. If he'd had those qualities to begin with, or even just self-awareness to admit to himself that he ''lacked'' those qualities and would need to develop them in himself, then he'd never have gotten himself into that mess in the storyline in the first place.
* From a ''[[Gears of War]]'' comic: The cities on the Jacinto Plateau (the one place the Locust can't dig) still allow women in its Gears, although they are strongly encouraged to have kids everywhere else. Girls are locked up in breeding farms when they turn 14. The girls are artificially inseminated; if that doesn't work, then they are gang-raped; if they turn 18 and still have no kids, then they are sent to the front lines. This makes literally no sense—why would they ''ever'' allow them into the military short of the abovementioned conscription if they consider having them breed that high a priority... and why would they consider having them breed that high a priority ''right now'' when the entire human race at this point could be wiped out tomorrow and render the entire thing moot? The ''sane'' thing to do would be to ''force'' any able-bodied man, woman and child into the military to ''keep'' the Locust from flooding Jacinto and killing everyone. Worry about breeding later.
** This is an ill-considered compromise between the much-loathed Karen Traviss novel ''Aspho Fields'' and its breeding farms, and the games, which have ''outright rubbished this concept from Day One'', with Anya being a communications officer and Lieutenant from the start of the first game—clumsily retconned in ''Aspho Fields'' as being due to her being infertile -- ''Gears of War II'' establishing that there are female Gears in such a way that ''any unvoiced generic Gear throughout the series'' could have been female, and the upcoming ''Gears of War III'' prominently featuring new female characters in its trailer. Exactly why there was a need to compromise between these two things—roughly akin to compromising between lunch and disgusting, decaying, disease-ridden offal by making the offal into a sandwich—is unclear to anyone with half a brain.
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