“sphere science fiction: the science fiction publisher with the boring name!”
I’m not sure one can lean that far forward while running without face-planting. Is that supposed to be a cloud of dust being kicked up by the charging centaur-minotaur, or is this just a foggy day in the Land of the Purple Haze? (The Private Cosmos of Jimmy Hendrix?)
Is it a Damsel, or just a guy with long hair, earrings, and unfortunate makeup choices? Given the 1970s vintage, if it were a female character,there’s a substantial probability they’d try to work in bewbs somehow.
Can’t quite tell whether that’s a desperate sort of grin (Oh God must run faster faster _faster_) or a really embarassed/awkward one (Oops, sorry to interrupt your sacred ritual/trample your petunias, speedy knife delivery, can’t stop now, send us a bill for damages!)
The minotaur/centaur’s expression, OTOH, is definitely “What the _fuck_, man??”
Yes, the lack of bewbage or indeed a chain-mail bikini is indeed utterly inexplicable and yet the alternative which, as far as I can tell, is ‘drag queen-cum-pirate”* makes no more sense.
I don’t know how traffic laws work in the U.K. But in the U.S., the centaur-minotaur on the right is supposed to have the right of way.
Pirate drag queen deserves a ticket.
@Bruce A M—I think Mr. Mino-Centaur’s expression is the anguished realization that in clutching that short axe he has impaled himself on his extra sharp and long fingernails.
[@Tag W—Glad (hope) I spelled my fake name correctly, for once.] 😉
@B. Chiclitz: must be a problem for all kinds of taloned people. (Chinese mandarins, IIRC, used to let their nails grow extra long on their non-writing hand precisely because of its extreme impracticality: it was a declaration that they were above mere manual labor.)
Buffalo Centaur, dreadlocked hybrid
There was a Centaur Soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from the cosmos, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
July 7th, 2020 at 10:55 am
This All Creatures Great and Small reboot needs attention.
July 7th, 2020 at 11:08 am
“sphere science fiction: the science fiction publisher with the boring name!”
I’m not sure one can lean that far forward while running without face-planting. Is that supposed to be a cloud of dust being kicked up by the charging centaur-minotaur, or is this just a foggy day in the Land of the Purple Haze? (The Private Cosmos of Jimmy Hendrix?)
Is it a Damsel, or just a guy with long hair, earrings, and unfortunate makeup choices? Given the 1970s vintage, if it were a female character,there’s a substantial probability they’d try to work in bewbs somehow.
Can’t quite tell whether that’s a desperate sort of grin (Oh God must run faster faster _faster_) or a really embarassed/awkward one (Oops, sorry to interrupt your sacred ritual/trample your petunias, speedy knife delivery, can’t stop now, send us a bill for damages!)
The minotaur/centaur’s expression, OTOH, is definitely “What the _fuck_, man??”
July 7th, 2020 at 2:15 pm
Yes, the lack of bewbage or indeed a chain-mail bikini is indeed utterly inexplicable and yet the alternative which, as far as I can tell, is ‘drag queen-cum-pirate”* makes no more sense.
*Whatever you do don’t Google ‘cum-pirate’.
July 7th, 2020 at 2:33 pm
You can’t stop this motherf**ker.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oJTSOYdjp0
July 7th, 2020 at 4:23 pm
I don’t know how traffic laws work in the U.K. But in the U.S., the centaur-minotaur on the right is supposed to have the right of way.
Pirate drag queen deserves a ticket.
July 7th, 2020 at 8:04 pm
@Bruce A M—I think Mr. Mino-Centaur’s expression is the anguished realization that in clutching that short axe he has impaled himself on his extra sharp and long fingernails.
[@Tag W—Glad (hope) I spelled my fake name correctly, for once.] 😉
July 7th, 2020 at 9:03 pm
@B. Chiclitz: must be a problem for all kinds of taloned people. (Chinese mandarins, IIRC, used to let their nails grow extra long on their non-writing hand precisely because of its extreme impracticality: it was a declaration that they were above mere manual labor.)
July 7th, 2020 at 11:02 pm
My first thought was “Of course it’s a private cosmos. Nobody wants to share a universe with those two.”
Judging by their expressions they’re either a) in great pain or b) accelerated past 1g like on a rocket sled.
And as regards the mouseover text, it looks like he’s used that ax on the hind end of more than one of his kind. Or maybe her? knife.
July 7th, 2020 at 11:04 pm
Also centaur dude’s torso is “weird pecs” — in that his torso appears to be an ape face.
July 8th, 2020 at 1:09 am
When a co-worker catches you LARPing.
September 2nd, 2021 at 7:40 pm
Buffalo Centaur, dreadlocked hybrid
There was a Centaur Soldier in the heart of America
Stolen from the cosmos, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Said he, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!