Stan Lee Passes Away, at 95

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Legendary comic book creator, writer, editor and the man behind many of Marvel Comics' staples, Stan Lee, has passed away at the age of 95.

A titan in the field of comics, Lee made his name in the early days of Marvel, co-creating characters like Spider-Man, the X-Men, the Fantastic Four, Black Panther, the Incredible Hulk and more.

While Lee did work on his own, it was through his work with frequent collaborators like Steve Ditko, Jack Kirby and others that he was able to transform Marvel Comics from a small business, to one of the top two comic-books publishers in the world. and then later into a multimedia franchise.

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Lee had a unique way of getting things done at Marvel: he would brainstorm a story with an artist, then write a synopsis. Once the artist drew the story panels, Lee would fill up the captions and word balloons and the process came to be known as the “The Marvel Method.”

Lee's fame and influence as the face and figurehead of Marvel, even in his 90's, remained considerable.

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In recent years, he became this omnipresent pop culture icon, a smirking, charming, devil-may-care rogue, with a quip for every occasion and appearing in Marvel movies cameos, shown avoiding falling concrete, watering his lawn, delivering the mail, crashing a wedding, playing a security guard, etc.

It's hard to imagine Marvel without Stan Lee…but he will remain in our hearts, forever.

In fond remembrance…


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Lanka Comic Con presents, ‘A Geeky Hallow's Eve’

It’s finally here! The eve of Lanka Comic Con’s ‘A Geeky Hallows’ Eve’!

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A fun, kid-friendly geeky celebration of Halloween from 3pm onwards at Geek HQ

Here’s a quick look at what’s happening:


Board Games and Role-Playing Games (All Horror-themed)


The Halloween Scavenger Hunt

A photographer will be present to capture your awesome, horror-themed costumes for the Red Dot Geek Halloween Costume Contest


A special viewing of High School Junkies’ new horror short film, ‘The Summoning’, followed by a Q&A session with the cast and director.

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Followed by a horror-classic…we’re keeping that one a surprise.

Come join us tomorrow at Geek HQ from 3pm onwards for a Geeky horror-fest that everyone can enjoy!

Retraction Regarding Contest at the Costume Ball

We apologize for promoting this contest, as part of our Halloween event. It was our understanding it applied to Sri Lanka. However, it does not.

It is entirely our responsibility to vet third party suggestions before putting them on our page. We are changing how we share such content, to protect our fans.

- Thilani Samarasinha,
Principal Organizer, Lanka Comic Con

While we are having the costume ball as stated previously, we are retracting our announcement for the following competition. Sri Lankans are not eligible.


'Geek Store' Providing Affordable Shop Space for Artists and Small Sellers

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Colombo’s new Geek venture, the “Geek Store,” offers store space to small and new vendors, and even individual artists, at special, low rates in order to get their products out to the local community.

These are their rates:

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“There are a lot of smaller vendors in the community, like collectors or diecast merchants, and even artists who do hand-painted pictures,” said Geek HQ founder, Angelo Pereira. “But many of them do not have a store presence. This makes it harder for them to grow, and sell on a regular, sustainable basis. I thought ‘hey, what if we can come up with low-cost shelf or store space so they can always be selling, throughout the year?”

The spaces start at 2 feet square blocks, going up to 10 feet square blocks.  There is also a product for people doing Geek services, such as makeup or instructional workshops, complete with an “appointment book” so they can book their client visits.

The Fairway shortlisted, Sri lankan zombie novel, ‘Zeelam’ will be available at the Geek Store in October.

The Fairway shortlisted, Sri lankan zombie novel, ‘Zeelam’ will be available at the Geek Store in October.

“Outside of the usual merchandising events like Lanka Comic Con, it is tough for smaller sellers and artists to get their work out there,” said Thilani Samarasinha, principal organizer of Lanka Comic Con, and herself a small vendor of her own, independent comics brand, Island Comics. “It is important for their growth to be able to sell easily, throughout the year. This will help them move towards sustainable, full-time livelihoods.”

The Geek store is currently offering 10% off on their rates, for anyone who books and pays for a space with them, before November 1st. Spots are limited.

The ‘Geek Store’ is opening at the Geek HQ on 17A Frankfurt Place, Colombo 4.
To discuss booking a space, please contact Angelo at 0716014509, or .

The Geek store is presented by Paintedfigs.

Geek HQ , home of the Geek Store, coming in October.

Geek HQ, home of the Geek Store, coming in October.

Blizzard Entertainment's Director of Story, George Krstic, at Lanka Comic Con


Emmy, Annie and Saturn Award nominated creator and Director of Story at Blizzard Entertainment, George Krstic, will be joining us via Skype at Lanka Comic Con 2018 for a discussion on game narrative, creating game story, and the strategies he uses to allow players to explore the characters in the game through gameplay experiences.


George Krstic loves big Robots. He co-created, wrote, directed and produced Megas XLR. He also wrote and produced several episodes of Transformers: Combiner Wars and an episode of Max Steel.

He was also one of the writers for the animated series Star Wars: The Clone Wars for Cartoon Network. 

He was story editor for the Emmy nominated TV series Downtown. 

George Krstic also loves Video games. He was senior writer for the massively popular video game League of Legends (winner of the 2009, PC Best Strategy Game and and PC Gamers' Choice Awards. The game was also nominated for Best Spectator Game in IGN's Best of 2017 Awards)

And now? George is currently the Director of Story and Creative Development at Blizzard Entertainment.


The new storylines and cinematics for the WoW Expansion- Battle for Azeroth? – that was George and his team. (Incidentally Battle for Azeroth releases globally on August 14th, - the first time in WoW history, where the expansion will launch in all regions at the same time.) 

Those absolutely gorgeous animated shorts for Overwatch? That was George and his team too.

There will be lots of time for Q & A so come learn about how game writing and a great story can enhance and even transform the video game experience for players.  

Meet our Partners

Lanka Comic Con has always been blessed with great partners - be it corporations, small businesses or individuals. Our partners in previous years have always had one thing in common: they shared our passion for quality, innovation, imagination and community.

This year is no different: - Our Print Partner is also our longest standing partner, period.

They have a competent, friendly and obliging staff who consistently manage to fulfill our requests - however bizarre and last minute - in a timely manner.

They've evolved over the years too -  from simply printing on paper to printing on pretty much everything. They even print and install custom wallpaper! It's only a matter of time really before they start 3D printing houses - Dinesh, the owner is cool like that. A totally hoopy frood.



CHOKOLAATE - Sri Lanka's premier youth magazine is our Youth Engagement Partner.

They are super supportive of Geek Culture, playing host to a Geek Club page and covering a range of geeky events and features.

Decibel - Our Music Partner is as passionate as we are about celebrating independent local creators and artists and building local creative community.

Yazmin Yousuf - the face, heart and brains of is one of the most tirelessly hardworking and intensely positive people we know. She refuses to rest on her laurels and keeps forging ahead, resolutely. She is an inspiration.  



DSI - Our Footwear Partner has what is probably the best kept secret in town: they have licenses for Barbie, HotWheels, Disney and MARVEL footwear! (un-freaking-believable, give us our Infinity slippers already).

After this August you will never have to wear plain, boring, flip-flops again..



Our radio partner, Yes FM is one of Sri Lanka's most popular contemporary hit radio stations, broadcasting since 1993. 

Yes FM is also committed to giving local artists a platform through their Homegrown weekly show and annual awards, which parallel's Lanka Comic Con's commitment to be a platform for local pop-culture artists.


More to come...stay tuned!


Meet the team behind Komaali Kings, featured panelists at Lanka Comic Con 2018

This is Komaali Kings, கோமாளி கிங்ஸ்) (or Clown Kings in English), Sri Lanka's first mass-budgeted, Tamil-language films in over 40 years! The last Sri Lankan Tamil-language film to be released island-wide on this scale was Komaligal, in 1976.


This black-comedy thriller has been written and directed by King Ratnam (and is also his directorial debut). Komali Kings is co-produced by Ganesh Deivanayagam, Bawadharani Rajasingham and R. Selvaskandan for Picture This Motions.

The film, starring Raja Ganeshan, Kamala Sri Mohan, Darshan Dharmaraj, Gajan Kanesshan, Niranjani Shanmugaraja, Sathiyapriya Ratnasaamy along with King Ratnam in the lead role, opened to positive reviews and to much acclaim from it's Tamil-language audience.

Inspired by Komaligal, the story of Komali Kings revolves around Siva Sithambaram (played by Raja Ganesan), an average next-door neighbour whose mundane life takes a hilarious turn when a distant relative, Pat (played by King Ratnam) and his family from London, decide to stay with him for the duration of their trip, in order to attend a family wedding.

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The film was shot Jaffna, Batticaloa, Malayagam and Colombo. The team behind the movie worked hard to ensure that the casting encompassed a mixture of Tamil and Sinhala races, as well as Hindu, Muslim and Christianity cultures, in order to reflect unity between the different ethinic groups in the country.

We are highly thrilled to announce that the team behind Komali Kings will have their very own, tri-lingual panel at Lanka Comic Con 2018!

Meet Devaki Neogi - Our 'Rising from the East' panelist at Lanka Comic Con 2018


We're very excited to announce our first guest panelist at Lanka Comic Con 2018: Devaki Neogi!

Devaki describes herself as primarily a self taught illustrator. She learned drawing from comics and is very passionate about storytelling.

She trained as a fashion designer at NIFT, Bangalore and admits that she still draws inspiration for her works from fashion and textures, as well as films. However, after working a few years in the fashion industry as a designer, she made the professional transition to 'Illustrator' as her chosen career. 


She is most keen on working on comics and creating art for them. She has worked on illustration projects like advertising, children's books, book covers, fashion magazines, as well as on comic books.

She's currently working as a penciller and inker on a licensed property, which has now turned into a graphic novel, as well as another comic mini-series which is creator-owned. Both of these projects are with US publishers, but she can't tell us who they are because they haven not been announced as yet! Besides this, Devaki is also working on an Indian short comic and a single-issue Indian comic book.


Her past work includes being co-creator and artist for two miniseries: THE SKEPTICS (Black Mask!) and CURB STOMP (Boom! Studios). 

Devaki will be speaking at Lanka Comic Con 2018 on her experience as an Asian and a woman, breaking into mainstream comics creation, in our ongoing annual LCC panel "Rising from the East". 

"Zeelam": a Sri Lankan Zombie Apocalypse Story


Zeelam is a Sri Lankan zombie apocalypse story. In it, a Dengue-like virus makes the jump from monkeys to humans, and then starts presenting unusual, “aggressive” symptoms. Mis-diagnosed and undetected over the distraction of three decades of civil war, it evolves into a fully-fledged, zombie virus.

The World of Zeelam

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Zee Hunter Weapons: T-56 Assault Rifle (Chinese)

Zeelam looks at a different Sri Lanka, one under siege from constant attacks, and where a mosquito’s bite is seen as potentially fatal – for the victim, and those around them. The army has developed specialist first response units called ‘Kill Teams’, specially armed and equipped to take on the ‘Zees.’

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Zee Hunter Weapons: QBS-09 Shotgun (Chinese)

The larger burden though, is carried by society. NGOs inspect homes for mosquito breeding places, check for infected people and hiding Zees, and must fight without fire arms. Bus conductors and shopkeepers all carry Mortein, and people dress to cover as much skin as they can.

As in all Zombie stories, the greatest danger is not from the disease, but from other people. In Zeelam it is a government so stupid and corrupt, it places the survival of the very nation in danger. The GMOA, as usual, goes on strike. Officials cover up each other’s crimes. Red tape - and even social media bans - hold up life-saving news. It is against this additional challenge, the characters must fight to somehow save their country.

The Characters of Zeelam

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Zee Hunter Weapons: Full body armor

Zeelam follows three main characters. Ruven Daniels is a Tamil soldier in an SL Army ‘Kill Team’. As a first responder, he quickly notices an increasing sophistication in the Zee attacks. Daniels must balance the reality ‘on the ground’, with the government’s flawed approach to not just the disease, but the very business of government. He is also younger; he did not serve against the LTTE, but must deal with some of the baggage that war created. Baggage which, even today, no one really wants to talk about.

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Zee Hunter Weapons: Katana

Dinuka Fernando is a Sinhalese, NGO Zee Hunter. Her privately-funded group studies the virus, and shares data with groups at home and abroad -- but also knocks on people’s doors, checking for mosquito breeding – and Zee infection. Part of a mostly-female group, they work with and support other women in the field but must also deal with sexists who don’t take them seriously, in our “show bobz” city.

Siripala Fonseka is a government inspector who has a closer relationship with the virus than he cares for. He tries to balance his duty against his illness, and how to live with what he’s done.

The Themes of Zeelam

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Zee Hunter Weapons: Combat Knife

Other issues the book deals with are domestic violence, the culture of silence that protects it, and Buddhist-Muslim tension. It also reminds that the Chinese are now next door, and that what’s good for China’s String of Pearls is not necessarily what’s good for us.

By request: below is the first chapter of Zeelam. Zeelam is on preorder at Amazon, and drops on May 5th. Those without Kindles can download the free Kindle app, to their Android phones or tablets.


“Let’s go! Outbreak at the Hilton, a three-year-old’s birthday party.”

Men in long-sleeved camouflage ran out of the building, assault rifles slapping against the backs. In front of the building’s “Financial Crimes Investigation Department” sign, they pulled on visored assault helmets and mounted motorbikes. Two Sri Lankan Army Defender jeeps pulled up, SL ARMY – EPIDEMIOLOGY UNIT stenciled on their doors. Other men came running out and boarded them. One handed his flamethrower tanks to grasping hands, which pulled him in next.

“The Hilton?” asked Jehan the driver, in the lead Defender. “During office traffic? Bloody bad scene.”

Lieutenant Ruven Daniels climbed into the passenger seat turned and looked back. “Motorbikes, get on the pavements and go down York Street. Defenders will take Janadhipathi Mawatha.”

The bikers nodded, and roared off, two to a vehicle. The Defenders pulled away, and started their sirens and red and blue emergency lights. The security guard outside the Steuart watched as they turned onto Hospital Lane. The early-drinking office crowd look stunned and stood in the way, before fleeing at the last moment. They hit Chatham Street and passed Namal’s Shelby Mustang.

The pollution-pink sunset was moving out to sea. Cars were stuffed into the road like Marie biscuits in a pack. Jehan harassed them with the horn, but the other cars moved aside too slowly.

“Fuck this,” Daniels opened his door and climbed down. “Everybody out! We go on foot.”

The soldiers jumped out and ran past the World Trade Centre. Chinese tourists outside the Dutch hospital stopped and took pictures of them (a local did too, but was told not to by the security guard). They hit York Street, which was already full of people rushing to get away, or coming to see the show. Rubbernecking drivers clogged the road.

Outside the Hilton’s entrance, they saw the bikers dismounted by a police barricade. Policeman lined it, T-56 assault rifles aimed at the people running out. Two of the bikers were arguing with a fat officer with a Saddam Hussein mustache and a matching frown.

“What’s going on here?” Asked Daniels. He was standing beside the board with the day’s events; 5 to 8pm was “Baby Santush Birthday Party”.

“These are your men?” The fat officer made a face like a disgusted auntie’s. “They are abusing me and making unnecessary statements!”

“Yes,” said a biker, “you’re a bunch of motherfuckers.”

 “Hold on,” Daniels raised his hand, “are you the OIC?”

“Yes,” Saddam Hussein gave the biker a dirty look.

“Why aren’t your men inside? You know the rule about outbreak first responders. There are people in there.”

Saddam’s eyes bugged out. “That is not our responsibility! This is your job, here, you Army fellows can’t get late and then put this on us! That’s a fine thing no men!”

“Alright,” the Lieutenant turned to face his men. “Were going in on our own.”


Waiters, guests, and a sun-burned tourist who had lost his slippers, were straining against the locked banquet doors, bracing them. The door pressed out, bursting full, loud pounding on the other side. Animal snarling and howling came through, above Daniels could hear a woman screaming.

“Thank God you’re here!” The F&B manager had his back against the doors. Some of the soldiers rushed up and helped the waiters hold the doors back. The others formed a semicircle facing the doors, and cocked their rifles.

“What happened here?” Asked Daniels.

“The MP, Dharmapala,” the manager wiped sweat from his forehead, “he came in last night with a Russian prostitute. Checked into a room on the fourth floor.”

“You heard him,” Daniels nodded to a corporal. “Fourth floor. “

The corporal gestured to the rest of his fire team, and the four men ran down the hallway.

“Then what?”

“Then, nothing sir. There were no disturbances, no complaints from the other guests. In the morning housekeeping found their room door open, but there was no sign of either of them. There was some blood on the bed, but we thought maybe she was having her period. Maybe he liked that? You get all kinds of people coming here with their girlfriends and mistresses.

“The next thing we know, they came out from behind the curtains in Ballroom 2.”

“What?” Jehan shook his head. “They turned, somehow met no one on their way down here, and then hid quietly until the evening? And none of the event planners setting up knew there was a Zee MP and a hooker in the room?”

Something hurled itself against the doors.

“Have you met event planners? Look, I am just telling you what I know.”

“It’s alright,” said Daniels. “You done very well containing the threat. You saved a lot of lives. We’ll take it from here. All civilians, exit that way. Put your hands over your heads so the police don’t get scared and shoot you.”



The soldiers at the doors moved back a step, and the door cracked open. Blood stained arms pressed through, waving and clawing, a torn nail fell to the carpet. A toddler’s head poked through at the bottom: it’s eyes were conjunctivitis-red. It chomped at the soldiers and growled, it’s teeth clacking loudly. It poked its chubby arms through and began crawling through the crack, it’s black Baby Chanel dress torn and bloodsoaked.

Someone shot it in the face. It exploded, spraying gore and bone fragments over the soldiers.

The creatures roared at the sound and started forcing themselves through. Crouching, firing a round at a time, the soldiers picked them off. Each bullet punching through a face and exploding out the back. The dead quickly clogged the doorway.

“Open wider!”

The soldiers pulled the doors further open, and the beasts started rushing through in twos and threes, clambering over the kill pile. The firing filled the hallway like door slams, shot after shot. Daniels wiped blood off his visor, streaking it.  The soldiers moved back to make room for the pile.

“How many guests?” Yelled Jehan, back against the door, a pistol in one hand and a machete in the other.

“All the slow ones,” yelled Daniels.

A man with his leg bitten off crawled around the door and clawed at Jehan. Jehan hacked down with the machete, it chopped through like a coconut. He shoved his boot against the corpse’s shoulder and wrenched his blade free.

The herd began to thin. They pulled the doors wider, and finally completely open. Wearing thick rubber gloves, the door-holders formed pairs and dragged corpses from the entrance. Machetes rose and fell, chopping through necks. A glaring head with a Ramani Salon’s haircut rolled in front of Daniels. It’s eyes stared at him, raging infection red.

“Let’s clear it.”

Table cloths were stained red with more than wine. Shredded flower settings were strewn across the floor. A baby Zee in an Oshkosh romper had got tangled in baby blue bunting, and was eating a severed hand with perfect nails. It looked up at the soldiers as they fanned into the room, and then went back to biting the hand that fed it.

Zees crouched feeding in clusters over corpses on the floor, and on tables. Most were in designer clothing and shoes. The sound system was playing The Summer of ‘69.

“I love this song!” said Jehan.

“Shut up,” said Daniels. “Focus.”

The machete-men joined them, and working with riflemen they began clearing the hall.

“So this was some three-year-old’s birthday party?” Asked Jehan, beheading a one-armed woman wearing a Sonali Dharmawardena cocktail dress. “This is why I vote JVP.”   

Daniels frowned. “It doesn’t make sense. Corporal Mendis says there’s no other infected in the building,” he shot a Zee wearing a black and white Ramona Oshini, that suddenly got up and charged. “How did they come down here and hide, without attacking anyone else?”

“Sleepers,” said Jehan. “They must’ve woken up and found themselves here, when the setup team came in. Probably too afraid to leave in case they got asked questions. They wouldn’t take a chance, and then come evening, they went symptomatic.” A two-year-old Zee came running towards him. He kicked it, hard, and the baby sailed away. Someone else shot it before it could get back up.

“But when they were symptomatic last night, they should have killed people.” Said Daniels. “Even late at night, I can’t believe they didn’t encounter anyone. And why come here?”

“They prefer to prey on women and children. It is the wife beater virus.”

“But there weren’t any here last night. How could they know to hide here? Zees can’t read.”

Some of the other soldiers began beheading and lining up corpses by the entrance of the hall. A couple started removing gold rings and chains from a dead woman. They saw Daniels staring at them, and they quietly put them down like guilty schoolboys.

“I don’t know,” Jehan shrugged. “But I have a question. What was Dharmapala doing in the Hilton?”

“He was fucking, Sergeant.”

A large table flipped over and an obese, naked man, balding and covered in blood stains, roared at the soldiers.

“It’s the MP!” Yelled someone. “Shoot him, shoot him!”

Several assault rifles fired, throwing back the naked Member of Parliament. Unflinching, it raised out its fat hands like they were claws, eyes bright red, and got up and charged again.

A single shot rang out, entering his forehead. The Zee went down and the soldiers cheered. One ran over and took a selfie with it.

“I know he was fucking!” Jehan turned back to Daniels. “I mean, why did he come to the Hilton when he was just with a Russian hooker?”

“That’s a very mean thing to say. Maybe he wanted to be nice to her.”

“Lieutenant, a hooker doesn’t insist on the Hilton. A mistress does.”

Daniels stopped.

“So then where’s the mistress?”

He turned and walked to the entrance where the corpses were being laid out. Two soldiers sharing a smoke looked up at him. One was a sergeant, his hair gone to salt and pepper. He had a scar running across his cheek: a souvenir of the last war.

“Check all the women, and the pretty-looking men,” said Daniels.

“What are we checking for?” Asked Scar Face.

“A mistress, Raveen.”

The soldiers looked at each other.

“Look at how these women were dressed,” said Raveen. “They must have thrown bras at Enrique.”

“Now that is an unnecessary comment,” said the other soldier waggling his head. “But Sir, all bored, Colombo 7, housewives, no? My wife - not me! - She follows the gossip pages on Facebook. Look at the state of our country, Sir.”

Daniel sighed. “Raveen, don’t talk like that again in my presence. Now check under all the tables, and behind all the curtains.”

“There are no more, Sir,” said a soldier across the room. “We got them all.”

“Well check for any that are hiding.”

“But Zees don’t hide at night, Sir.”

“Just do it!”

Slowly, the soldiers began to check under table cloths and behind drapes.

“All done,” said Raveen a few minutes later. “This is a waste of time. Sir.”

“No,” Daniels pointed, and started walking. “No one has checked the table with the cake.”

“It’s in the center of the room,” said Jehan. “Nothing would hide there.”

Daniels stopped at the cake. It was in three tiers , each one as baby-blue as the bunting. White marzipan clouds decorated it, and on top was a figurine of a blue-uniformed, airline pilot.

Daniels lifted up the tablecloth with the tip of his rifle.

The Zee screamed and charged out, Daniels fired but the shot went wide as she shoved the gun aside. She barreled into him and knocked him to the ground, a woman in a black nightee with a ball gag hanging around her throat. She spat blood on his visor and clawed at his uniform, nails digging.

The side of her head exploded. The Zee collapsed over Daniels, who rolled her off and got to his feet.

Jehan holstered his smoking pistol. “Either that’s the mistress,” he walked over to Daniels, “or children’s birthday parties are only suitable for adults. To be fair, it’s never about the children anymore, is it?”