Thursday, March 10, 2011

The princess' birthday

Likely as not, the princess would celebrate each solar-cycle with an arty smarty party.

Her friends would sing and dance and shout about, while the rest of the Amber Citidel went into quiet shutdown - monitoring the galaxy was clicked over to autopilot.

Today the princess has received a new dress. A yellow one!

Oh... and a big ass disintegrator gun.

At the public baths


The bar vibrated with the staccato grind of the jukebox. Branson Brickfords 'My enemy's evacuation' was now on it's 3rd spin, but the patrons weren't here for the music. They were here for cheap-ass booze and a quick escape from the shady world of hustlers, gangs and private dicks outside that door.

Wing was used to this bar. He liked a fight but he didn't make trouble cos the prospect of findin' somewhere new... was 'unconsciounable'. So he kept to himself, drinking his Highballs and scraping at the initials carved into the bar top.

But then he saw her... gorgeous and vulnerable. So, so vulnerable, and definitely in need of assistance...

Sometimes a guy has to help a lady out.

Sometimes a gal finds herself in a spot of trouble. Right now trouble was a half-ton of fresh beef leaning its rump on yonder bar stool. She could already see where tonight was headed.

...and only a little premature violence will get the big palooka to peace-off!

Kung Fu Jungle...

Twas not the night Red feared, but the scraggly trees with their biting, biting comments!
"ooh, is that what you're wearing?"
"Here she comes in her 'camouflage'"
'Y'know that's not going to scare any wolves don't you?"
But still she persevered, her gas lantern burning low. The prospect of Wolf-Pie at the woodcutters house being just the incentive she needed!

And lo Barnaby did spy 'pon the orizon a ship of great size!
Or is that shop? (Barnaby wasn't much good with letters...)

The old insisted he was still ok to fight, and with a stick like that we weren't going to argue!

On the Train

As the day winds down,
and folks leave town,
you'll see many a varied face
a-riding on the rails

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


it was all a game until Stephanie started eating people: "Holy crap on a stick! Spit that out!!!"
"THAT! That's not food! That's Beauregarde!!!"
"Hib's Bellissus"
>swallow< "I said -hic-/-burp-, He's DELICIOUS!" at which point the entire group screamed, whether out of fear, anger or general miasma is a story for another day... (pencil rough below, pen-and-ink doodly-thing above, smiles all around) (except at Beau's house!)