cyber-jack Wrote:I think that picture is actually of Frappucino, the forgotten turtle. He's the one that got all wired up on caffiene and went on that killing spree.
LOL!
SteveBlack Wrote:LOL - you're spot on Susan!! I've seen that pic lots of times and it's never looked like that before - you've shattered my dream
Steve
P.S. Did you know they're called Teenage Mutant HERO Turtles here in the UK as the "Powers That Be" decided for me that the word Ninja will destroy my mind and make me shoot up my school or kill myself or go (with my banned rifle) to the top of the bell tower.
Sorry I shattered your dreams, Steve! That's weird about replacing Ninja with Hero. It's the word Mutant that concerns me the most!
Susan
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Kenji Asakura Wrote:Hi,Dorian. Welcome to board.
How about this? This picture was drawn by Japanese book cover artists Makoto Matsunaga and Jun Sueya. Of course, This is Japanese edition The Tomb.
Ooh, I like that. Yeah, I kinda imained them to look like this. The picture was a little small so I din't get much on the facial features, but still pretty cool.
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Animagess Wrote:Ooh, I like that. Yeah, I kinda imained them to look like this. The picture was a little small so I din't get much on the facial features, but still pretty cool.
Small? Okay, See again picture. I edited.
Quote:I'm sure we would all love to see your interpretation.
All right then, here's my interpretation...I always imagined them as raptor-ish; intelligent, agile. Hope you can tell what scene I tried to capture...
[SIZE="1"]To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting." -- Sun Zi
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[COLOR="Green"]Django: This is the way things are; you can't change nature.
Remy: Change IS nature, Dad. The part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide.
Django: Where are you going?
Remy: With luck, forward.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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[COLOR="Green"]Django: This is the way things are; you can't change nature.
Remy: Change IS nature, Dad. The part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide.
Django: Where are you going?
Remy: With luck, forward.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
[SIZE="1"]"The thing I treasure most in life / Cannot be taken away..."[/SIZE]
XiaoYu Wrote:All right then, here's my interpretation...I always imagined them as raptor-ish; intelligent, agile. Hope you can tell what scene I tried to capture...
Wow, XiaoYu! This is cool! I like it! 美妙!
Is that an iron bar?
The mother rakosh inching toward her killer along the anarchy flag pole!
Very cool XiaoYu.
I have an artist friend in Los Angeles and I am seriously considering commissioning a scientific style drawing or two from him. These are the best parts of “The Tomb” that I could find to give him. Have I missed anything?
The mother stepped out, an eight-foot humanoid shadow, lithe and massive in the dimness. One of the younglings, a foot shorter but almost as massive followed on her heels. And then another. Without warning she spun and hissed and raked her talons through the air a bare inch from the second youngling’s eyes.
There were four or five dozen of them, cobalt-skinned, six or seven feet tall, all huddled in a semi-circular crowd before Kusum. Each had a head, a body, two arms and legs – but they weren’t human. They weren’t even close to human. Their proportions, the way they moved, everything about them was all wrong. Their was a bestial savagery about them combined with a reptilian sort of grace. They were reptiles but something more, humanoid but something less …an unholy mongrelization of the two with a third strain that could not, even in the wildest nightmare delirium be associated with anything of this earth. Jack caught flashes of fangs in the wide, lipless mouths beneath their blunt, shark-like snouts, the glint of talons at the end of their three digit hands, and the yellow glow of their eyes as they stared to Kasum’s ranting, gesticulating figure.
Tradition has it that before the Vedic gods, and even before the pre-Vedic gods, there were other gods, the old ones, who hated mankind and wanted to usurp our place on the earth. To do this they created blasphemous parodies of humans and called them rakoshi. They are us stripped of love and decency and everything good we are capable of. They are hate, lust, greed and violence incarnate. The old ones made them far stronger than humans, and planted in them an insatiable hunger for human flesh.
Jack looked again at the mother. He found it hard to call her a female – there was nothing feminine about her, not even breasts – which probably meant that rakoshi didn’t suckle their young. She looked like a huge body builder whose arms, legs and torso had been stretched to grotesque lengths. There was not an ounce of fat on her; each chord of her musculature could be seen rippling underneath her inky skin. Her face was the most alien, however, as if someone had taken a sharks head, shortened the snout and moved the eyes slightly forward, leaving the fanged slash of a mouth almost unchanged.
Very cool XiaoYu.
I have an artist friend in Los Angeles and I am seriously considering commissioning a scientific style drawing or two from him. These are the best parts of “The Tomb” that I could find to give him. Have I missed anything?
The mother stepped out, an eight-foot humanoid shadow, lithe and massive in the dimness. One of the younglings, a foot shorter but almost as massive followed on her heels. And then another. Without warning she spun and hissed and raked her talons through the air a bare inch from the second youngling’s eyes.
There were four or five dozen of them, cobalt-skinned, six or seven feet tall, all huddled in a semi-circular crowd before Kusum. Each had a head, a body, two arms and legs – but they weren’t human. They weren’t even close to human. Their proportions, the way they moved, everything about them was all wrong. Their was a bestial savagery about them combined with a reptilian sort of grace. They were reptiles but something more, humanoid but something less …an unholy mongrelization of the two with a third strain that could not, even in the wildest nightmare delirium be associated with anything of this earth. Jack caught flashes of fangs in the wide, lipless mouths beneath their blunt, shark-like snouts, the glint of talons at the end of their three digit hands, and the yellow glow of their eyes as they stared to Kasum’s ranting, gesticulating figure.
Tradition has it that before the Vedic gods, and even before the pre-Vedic gods, there were other gods, the old ones, who hated mankind and wanted to usurp our place on the earth. To do this they created blasphemous parodies of humans and called them rakoshi. They are us stripped of love and decency and everything good we are capable of. They are hate, lust, greed and violence incarnate. The old ones made them far stronger than humans, and planted in them an insatiable hunger for human flesh.
Jack looked again at the mother. He found it hard to call her a female – there was nothing feminine about her, not even breasts – which probably meant that rakoshi didn’t suckle their young. She looked like a huge body builder whose arms, legs and torso had been stretched to grotesque lengths. There was not an ounce of fat on her; each chord of her musculature could be seen rippling underneath her inky skin. Her face was the most alien, however, as if someone had taken a sharks head, shortened the snout and moved the eyes slightly forward, leaving the fanged slash of a mouth almost unchanged.
XiaoYu Wrote:All right then, here's my interpretation...I always imagined them as raptor-ish; intelligent, agile. Hope you can tell what scene I tried to capture...
The scene? Can there be any doubt?
I have to say . . . YOU GOT IT!
The shape of the head, the body, everything! I like it better than the one on the book cover Kenji posted.
YOU DID IT! YOU READ MY MIND!
WOW!
Ken V.
This post was last modified: 08-08-2004, 07:37 AM by Ken Valentine.
Ken Valentine Wrote:The scene? Can there be any doubt?
I have to say . . . YOU GOT IT!
The shape of the head, the body, everything! I like it better than the one on the book cover Kenji posted.
Ken V.
Ouch! Well,.......how about this?
Hey, cool, glad it works with the book images of the rakoshi. I might smooth her out a bit more, add some more details. I just wish I was better with people so I could stick a shadowy Jack crouched on the rooftop, splashing gas and getting ready to cook his rakosh-kabob
[SIZE="1"]To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting." -- Sun Zi
===========================
[COLOR="Green"]Django: This is the way things are; you can't change nature.
Remy: Change IS nature, Dad. The part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide.
Django: Where are you going?
Remy: With luck, forward.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
===========================
[COLOR="Green"]Django: This is the way things are; you can't change nature.
Remy: Change IS nature, Dad. The part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide.
Django: Where are you going?
Remy: With luck, forward.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
[SIZE="1"]"The thing I treasure most in life / Cannot be taken away..."[/SIZE]
i think the picture kenji posted depicts it best, because you can sort of see how they at one time may have looked human.