My robot (which, for over 15 years now, has no name) is taking Destructor apart piece by piece, the sad lunk that he is. I felt bad about having my character win this battle after I drew it, sort of like that short story where the kid defeats his father in a wrestling match as an adult, and gets sort of sad and wistful about life and shit like that.
This sketch has a major technical error of Liefeld-ian proportions, which I'll leave you to figure out. It's a mistake I make all the time.
The art in Destructor reminds me of my first comic convention, and this little indie, stapled-together comic I picked up called "Skank the Chimp." My first exposure to stapled-together, indie comics. I was really into SKA at the time, and this rude-boy, scooter riding chimp was indeed appealing. I bought a Skank the Chimp t-shirt, and became known as "Skank" at school because the shirt was so "quirky" and "outsidery" in my backwoods town. I wonder if that indie creator knows how much mileage and lifeblood I got out of his character. A Google search for Skank the Chimp reveals 0 results.

6 comments:
Two left hands.
SWEET sketch though.
BINGO.
That thing's practically Dorkin-esque!
Believe it or not, eventually Destructor will face a robot that takes him down in just such a manner. Stay tuned!
I love that you created a robot that looked like Scud. I once "created" a devil character that looked like Hellboy. I'm waiting until Mike Mignola retires, then I'm bringing him back.
Aww...poor Destructor. What a pained expression he has.
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