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On the Barren fields of Ulu-Jalan, the mighty ro-bots do battle and play! Unit 3, stricken with a deep craving for... whatever robots crave is almost blind with wibbly-arms and does not see his nemeses, the flat-heads, rise out of the... um... the behind-the-hill-ness!
some quick bits and pieces today - no Photoshop prettying or whatnot (ok, not much)
These are mostly pics I did for my kids...
The Fuzzy Pink Bunny!
the daughter asked me to draw a bunny 'wabbit'. Needless to say bunny wasn't supposed to be sleeping! I got in trouble for this one...
Fish Teeth
This was done while I was supposed to be helping Son#1 with his maths homework... or was it english. Sharpie and crayon (mostly cos those were what was available in his pencil case from school/or my pockets at the time).
I know it's kind've a cliched visual, the super-cute li'l fishy with the MASSIVE maw, but I also figured, what the fu- I mean... -hey. It's all good aquatic fun till someone loses a flipper.
Der Froggo
I cheated this one with some quick P'shoppy type colours. This came up in response to the weird-ass li'l frog I saw hopping about on the bitumen the other night while waiting for wifey and kiddos to pick me up from the station.
Hop li'l frog, hop!
Lion/Line
The daughter is very keen to learn reading/writing, from there she maintains it's only a hop, skip and a tango to world domination and hair-styling supremacy! She said, 'Daddy-o' (cos we're hip that way, and cos I'm writin' this, and if I admit she said, 'daddeeeeeeee' I'll have to smack you sidewards), she said, 'Daddy-o, draw a line'. So, being the perverse parent I am, I drew the image at left.
After I recovered consciousness I drew the image on the right.
Kids! Hah!
This old man he played one,
he played one upon my brain...
with a knick knack paddywack,
this old man came shambling, shambling, SHAMBLING...
The worst thing, the absolute worst thing about living in that part of town was the zombies. They'd shamble into the shop and then stand about bleating about brains and the lack of representation for the post-dead constituency...
Stoopid zombies!
The Thrumbar mercenaries are nasty folk. They work and work and work until the work is done, then they assign themselves into committees to ensure there's more work to do.
Oh, and they carry big-ass guns.
If you pay them enough, if you can find them, they'll do what you ask. For a price. Cos they're mercenaries. Which means they only care about money. Not princesses. Money. Sweet, sweet money.
This chap has issues with gravity and fear.
I don't yet know if he's a friend or foe to the Princess, but I do know he wears a blue spacesuit, and he floats around. A lot. He also screams. Incessantly. (that means 'without cessation') (which has nothing to do with toilets).
The floating goddess... This is a version of Chang-e, the moon goddess, but on a floating chunk of heaven. This came to me during a meeting, there's more to it (mountains and sky), but this is a partially complete version...
These are the cops chasing our earlier Killer (the croc)
Girlbot! This is what happens when you forget to wear your robot pants. I drew this one while The Daughter was drawing random words (which I naturally had to spell for her). I like the idea that our robot pilot would wear cut-offs under the armour.......
Sometimes you can't predict how the day will unfold. You turn up 3 aces, and then everything goes to shit! That's why you keep a flare gun on hand at all times. I drew this during the same father-son drawing lesson. More to come...
The worst thing, the absolute worst thing about living in that part of town was the zombies. They'd shamble into the shop and then stand about bleating about brains and the lack of representation for the post-dead constituency...
