By David C. Daoust Ratchet was not surprised to learn of the reaction to the tiny toy bunny that Harper used to try and communicate with the new data-sphere. He grew up with a bot, Vincent. Quality ports were important to high caliber Data-spheres. Vincent spent most of his time plugged into a small hover…
I changed another of Dakota’s images! I actually did it last week sometime, but I wanted to point it out. Mainly, because it is an old image that probably won’t, otherwise, be on top anytime soon. I decided maybe move away from her being weird looking, like I mentioned before. Yet, it really wasn’t a…
Great Father kind of shrunk a bit this week. He was supposed to be back with Alarad. I started moving things around, and I thought it looked good, so I lettered it. And then I thought it looked good, so I painted it. And then it was done, and I was like, ‘That looks sucky!’…
By David C. Daoust Hugo’s roar was deafening, unlike anything he’d ever forced through his vocal cords. It had a steely piercing sound, like some massive movie monster climbing from the ocean to destroy some ancient city on some long lost world. The sky splitting roar got the attention of the group of men that…