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A friend Drew this for me a while back, its his rendition of Darth Vader Injured and on Fire at the end of “Revenge of the Sith”. Awesome no?!
I think I was having a bad day when I did this.
Many hundereds of years ago I used to make my own comic’s,
This one was a long running series called ‘Start Wing Voyager’ It was a bizzare mix between the Super Nintendo game ‘Star Wing’ and ‘Star Trek’. Each comic featured a complex crew of characters on a wacky adventure which always ended in them being killed in some horrific way.
One of the characters could change into anything at all, and the Bird was completely insane and suffered many nervous breakdowns at the ship’s helm. Every Issue featured masses of blood and gore and general insanity, Which is worrying now I look back on it..
See Explanation below!
Explanation.
This is an Alien ripping ‘Sonic the Hedgehog’ apart.
During the early 90’s games console wars, you were either aligned with the armies of Nintendo and Mario or the (evil) forces or Sega and Sonic. Having a Super Nintendo I was a bit of a minority in my school - which had a large concentration of Sega fans (much to my anger and horror.) Due to their superior numbers I often lost out in debates of which was the superior console and was often mocked due to my devotion to the ‘Snes’. So I suppose I had to vent my fustrations with rants and drawings such as this.
Childhood is complex!
random weird looking space ships.
I have no idea when I did this, but I think its pretty old!
Ok, so i’m gonna scan in some pictures I drew when I was a kid, because I think they’re funny and weird.
I mostly Drew badass space battles such as this, and of course, mostly Star Wars!
Via Letters of Note
In May of 1962, 37-year-old Malcolm Scott Carpenter became just the second American to orbit the Earth, as he piloted the Aurora 7 into space. On the eve of this historic journey, his father, Marion, proudly wrote him the following wonderful letter. (Source: For Spacious Skies; Image: A photo of Earth, taken by Scott Carpenter during the Mercury-Atlas 7 mission in July of 1962. Source.)
M. Scott Carpenter
Palmer Lake
Colorado
Dear Son,
Just a few words on the eve of your great adventure for which you have trained yourself and anticipated for so long — to let you know that we all share it with you, vicariously.
As I think I remarked to you at the outset of the space program, you are privileged to share in a pioneering project on a grand scale — in fact the grandest scale yet known to man. And I venture to predict that after all the huzzas have been uttered and the public acclaim is but a memory, you will derive the greatest satisfaction from the serene knowledge that you have discovered new truths. You can say to yourself: this I saw, this I experienced, this I know to be the truth. This experience is a precious thing; it is known to all researchers, in whatever field of endeavour, who have ventured into the unknown and have discovered new truths.
You are probably aware that I am not a particularly religious person, at least in the sense of embracing any of the numerous formal doctrines. Yet I cannot conceive of a man endowed with intellect, perceiving the ordered universe about him, the glory of the mountain top, the plumage of a tropical bird, the intricate complexity of a protein molecule, the utter and unchanging perfection of a salt crystal, who can deny the existence of some higher power. Whether he chooses to call it God or Mohammed or Buddha or Torquoise Woman or the Law of Probability matters little. I find myself in my writings frequently calling upon Mother Nature to explain things and citing Her as responsible for the order of the universe. She is a very satisfactory divinity for me. And so I shall call upon Her to watch over you and guard you and, if she so desires, share with you some of Her secrets which She is usually so ready to share with those who have high purpose.
With all my love,
Dad
