It’s finally here!
The Nella preparing to set down on the dark planet Forbidulon.
You heard me. Forbidulon. Don’t “at” me, as the young people say.
If you think it looks like a retrowave text meme, that’s not a coincidence. The aim was somewhere between the played-straight look and feel of a Spaceballs poster, and a cheesy old-fashioned adventure story.
As editing continues on The Last Alicorn, I am charging full steam ahead with part two of The Last Days of Earth and hoping to get it finished soon. Then there is just part three to finish off. It’s been a long haul, but when you’re destroying the Earth you can’t cut corners.
In the meantime, enjoy another sci-fi masterpiece by Mr. Gabriel Gajdoš. This has been a truly wonderful partnership (and we have a long way to go yet!). The internet is many things to many people, but it has always been good to me.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
IT’S SO FLUFFY–wait. I don’t see it!