Inktober 09 – Pressure – See, captain? Right here.– I don’t get it, doc. Explain it to me.– This number here is officer Raven’s arterial pressure.– Ok.– And this number there is the max measurable pressure.– But… there’s the same.–[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Inktober 08 – Watch – Oh Raven… Sorry. I’m late. *Captain Horacio! Glad to see you face. Or any face, for that matter*– There was turbulence after the incident. We had to jump. It was not easy but… here I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Inktober 07 – Fan How long since… How long since I’m stuck here?I can see, I can hear, but I can’t move. I can’t even move my eyes, If only they put some screen in my field of view but[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Inktober 06 – Spirit There is something inside the crystal. And now it’s inside Raven’s mindGnawing his thoughts, eating his spirit bit by bit.So powerful, so strong!All this training against psychic… human psychic.All this training for nothing. /* Krita +[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Inktober 05 – Raven – Sensing something, officer Raven?– …definitively. I feel… a consciousness.– Dang! I know that I should be happy it’s alive, but now, Rescue code operation applies That’s mean less loot for us.– I said conscious, not[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Inktober 04 – Knot – We should use straps, not ropes, captain.– Straps won’t do, we need the metallic restrains for this one.– er… aye captain. but, why?– Never put straps on angled surfaces. Are you really a docker?– I’m[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Inktober 03 – Vessel This stranded crystal is quit the loot by itself. But to find an unknown humanoid life-form enclosed inside!Who knew close circumsolar objects could have this kind of gems ? /* Krita + Yiynova */ [STORY START][…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Inktober 02 – Suit Space is hostile to life. Radiations, vacuum, temperature… Everything is extreme in space.A single mistake can cost your life and the lifes of your crew.Is Cpt. Horacio doing such a mistake right now? /* Krita +[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
A nice cup of coffee On the morning of March 8th, 1865. Dear Mom and dad. We’re tired. Scared. Hungry. Just barely alive. Winter’s gone but there’s no crops. Sometimes when we march, I feel like we’re already dead, wandering[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Harvester of eyes “I’m the harvester of eyesI’m just walkin’ down the streetI see a garbage can, I pick it upI look through all the garbageTo see if there are any eyes insideI’ll put ‘em in my pink leather bagAnd[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…