Justin Achilli

Yeah, yeah; these pictures are old. I don’t have any new content until tomorrow, so shut the hell up. This is from the Space Madness party at my place.

These are alien seed-pods. They fell from space and landed in my house. How they landed in here, I cannot know, as my roof usually serves to keep things from falling from the sky and into my house. It is a mystery.

From left to right: Lt. Boulle examines the anomalies his fruton galactivator informed him were coming from my house. Kathy rallies the people of Scanty VII to strike back against their oppressors. Joddie Starbuckaroo spikes her own drink with antigravity powders. Striker Brian holds Rock-It Fuel (vodka and Tang) in his Damaging Guyver Fist. Rebeccabot brings pink pleasure to the far reaches of the cosmos.

Striker Brian inflicts Rising Comet Wallop upon a nonexistent enemy (though he may have been vaporized before I got the shot off). DigiFred shines his pants in preparation for cyber-battle. Mike.org emerges from the Matrix. ProtoWalt harmonizes the trans-dimensional microdust between his armored top and rocket-powered drawers.

Infamous wildcat asteroid miner Dirty Ol’ Chao takes a reading while a Mark IX Nicole-droid communicates with her orbiting satellite station in hopes of escape.

Ash Dashbert leaves the comfort of his ‘mech to menace synthetic-humanoid commando AliHarp as the bio-engineered cat-human hybrid known only as Sigrid prepares to maul them both. Tria (I can’t make up a better space name than that) discusses the benefits of wutangium crystals over ion shardlets with spacefaring tramp Mark2D2.

Bethling adjusts Pecos-System Jim’s biofilter while a crazy guy looks on. Seriously, Jim was trying to figure out a way that he could use the dryer-hose part of his costume to “filter” and “reintegrate” his waste products so that he could derive further nutrition from them. Jim’s a weird dude.