And your chosen catagory is: "hermaphrodite Nazi sympathisers"

"How does she smell?"

Just a quick return to scribbling to test the old arms out for the themed blog. I tend to draw Judge Anderson much, much too young and fit considering where she's at in the comics (a middle-aged burn-out more akin to Helen Mirren circa Prime Suspect), but this being Dreddworld, I imagine 50 to be the new 30 and the lesser prominence of Psi-division in Judge Dredd in recent years gives me the impression she'd be more of a street cop at this stage.
Arms feel all right despite the scribbling, though. Reckon I'll play it safe and put the sketch to bed finished or not, though the return to random screen grabs at least stops me posting random panels from my awful comics.

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

if you want to pollute any more water, you'll find plenty where you're going -- UP THE RIVER!!

Drawing grossly misshapen monsters is such great fun - I get to pretend I'm doing dodgy anatomy on purpose.

It's when I'm trying to emulate the slightly brilliant Jesus Redondo's style that things get a bit more tricky...

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