The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present—they are real.
Il était une fois l’espace (Once Upon a Time… Space) was a French animated sci-fi series from 1982, and one of my first TV memories.
The show had an educational side: it explained concepts such as the rings of Saturn, or black holes. Well, that flew right over my head, I just wanted aliens and monsters—but things did stick however, and whenever you see sci-fi stuff on my blog, it’s partly because of this TV show.
Whenever I’m bored I sometimes talk like Maestro (4th image, right), who had this wobbly old man’s voice.
A close personal friend of ours and moderator of this blog, Pilotfish, is working on a graphic novel!
Ten years after a failed demonic invasion, the tunnels below Helsinki are riddled with demons, monsters, and occasionally, tourists.
is the tea-driven fever dream of the Michaels France & Hunter, and
it’s a bit of a blender-job. A near-future spooky
underworld-beneath-Helsinki, with scruffy mercs and grinning traders.
Bits of horror, lots of adventure, tonnes of weird critters. Many bright
and vivid and varied characters. A vibrant world with rich detail and
observable mechanical function. We have verisimilitude out the wazoo. Also, forgotten magics.
got bustling human settlements and Demon Markets that look like
something out of Hellboy or the conjurations of Eoin Colfer. Further in,
there’s land-yachts rattling through wind-cut tunnels hundreds of
kilometres long, and vast subterranean lakes lit with glowing algae, all
full of strange underground critters.
It’s all brought to life
through a story of adventure, intrigue, squabbling, and socks. Wet
socks. It does make sense when you put it all together, unless we’re
crazier than we think.