The corpses stacked like firewood, the rivers red with their blood - I miss it so much

Have I mentioned I liked Zoids on the blog at all? I'll go out on a limb and venture that it might have come up.
If you do not know what Zoids are I understand completely, but also pity you greatly. Should you fancy a crash course, you could do worse than check out the digital archive of the strip in it's entirety available at BloodfortheBaron.Com, which is the only way you will ever read it between Grant Morrison, Marvel, Tomy, Hasbro and whatever anime company holds the rights to the entirely unrelated cartoon shows latterly based on the property and the attendant royalty payments and licensing mess that make the occasionally grim original strip an unlikely candidate for reprint.

You are a big posh sod with plums in your mouth and the plums have mutated and they have got beaks

We need new people here... we have to stick together

Only started this page, but I'm buggered if I'm sleeping until it's done.

My love of shooting communists(1) has led me to the strange place of purchasing the novel Homefront: Voice of Freedom by John Milius and Raymond Benson, and before I could stop myself thinking it, about ten pages in I thought "I expected more of this novel based upon a videogame." It is quite dreadful, somehow managing to go downhill from spelling errors as early as the second page, but the masochist in me is determined to see it to the bitter end.

Also supposed to be sketching a contribution for the Weekly Themed Art Blog today, as it's Sketchy Thursday - that's the last time I do anything early - throws my damn schedule off.




(1) Blogger's terms and conditions oblige me to point out that such shootings happen within the confines of the videogame Homefront: Tomorrow When The Red Dawn Started, and are a purely fantasy scenario in no way endorsed by Blogger.

Save your tears for your dog mother in hell!