a significant amount of ancient civilizations have evolved past what we know today, and live in hidden cities in ancient sites… to protect themselves, there is a perception filter/cloaking field about these places, making it look like there is nothing but ruins and ancient monuments remaining.
Additional: Archaeologists are the BANE of their existence. Children live in fear of failing out of school and having to become an achaeologist wrangler… Honestly, where everyone else in the world looks at ruins and goes on their way, archaeologists have this drive to just waltz right the fuck through the perception filter.
Wranglers have to intercept, provide a handful of ‘authentic’ ancient dusty items (they replicated 3 mins before and dunked in dust for that old-timey look), provide a brief distractionary explanation of what the fuck is happening while the mind-wipe techs lock on to the visitor’s biosignature… then help carry them back outside the barrier, and put them in their car or somewhere equally ambiguous, afterwards.
The tracking chip usually alerts them if the archaeologist remembers and comes back, or is just a really persistent pain in the ass. On the fifth incursion event, they just flat-out keep the fuckers; saves on paperwork, and stops permanent memory damage from so many wipes.
They get placed with an amenable, patient family, and integrated into society. Some even end up archaeologist wranglers themselves, in a weird twist of irony.
Isn’t it wild that the man who abused me for 13 years got to: grow up with my parents’ approval and attention, go to a good university, get his degree with magna cum laude, get a great job, buy a nice car, settle down with a beautiful equally educated partner, move into a nice house, have two kids, and generally have a completely normal, GOOD life,
meanwhile I: grew up taking extra abuse from my family because my mental illness symptoms embarrass them, had to finish high school at an alternative school because of all my hospitalizations and truancy, couldn’t get through a semester of college, am hypersexual and struggling to be faithful in a monogamous relationship with a wonderful boy, have trouble socializing, cant regulate my own emotions, physically and emotionally self-destruct, have panic attacks daily, can’t work full-time because im too sick, have numerous psychiatric disorders, developed a drug addiction and have only relatively recently managed to get clean, can’t feed myself, can’t sleep, had an std because of a mixture of hypersexuality and no motivation to be safe, have attempted suicide an embarrassing number of times, and–
For years, Yoshinaga Ryo has been designing and producing some of the most iconic graphics in the Japanese drift community. His exceptional uses of color, ornate shapes, and imaginative layouts have always been a great inspiration of mine. Equally inspiring are the cars that accompany his designs, and the drivers that operate them. One cannot perform without the other.
I was approached to help with the graphics on Naoki Nakamura’s Super D chassis, which turned into a collaboration between Ryo-san and myself. He provided me with a few of his files, and let me have free reign with the rest of the car. I took this rare opportunity to fuse our aesthetics together, and highlight each of our strengths. I hope everyone enjoys the completed car as much as I did working on it. Debut coming soon!