Okay, so I’m back in school again. I haven’t had all my new classes, but yesterday I had one that I signed up for without knowing exactly what it was. Then I fled. I mean, it looked like a really interesting class, mostly about adapting stories from one medium to another I guess, but it looked really hard. I could probably have enjoyed it if it were the only class I was taking in a year, but as it stands, I chickened out and ran away. I did enjoy the one day of the class I took. Were I rich enough to sit in on classes without having to worry about the whole workload, I’d be all over it, but I ain’t. Even the professor seemed really cool, so much so that I actually feel bad about dropping his class, but I didn’t go back to school to challenge myself. I want easy classes and plenty of ’em.

I replaced it with a class about the history of pirates that, is probably not going to be super-duper-easy, but it will probably be easier than that class.

Haiku!

Dead kittens are fun.
You need not ever feed them
and you can kick them.

In other news, I had a dream last night. It was like this: It was your general post-apocalyptic zombie-style setup, but instead of zombies, it was a world where statues had come to life and started attacking people. Since, I assume, there are fewer statues on Earth than there would be human corpses, getting attacked wasn’t too frequent, but when they came they were tough to fight because statues are harder to smash than zombie skulls. As is frequent with dreams, I don’t remember too much, but there was an ostrich statue among the horde.

Also, there was this other side-plot about a girl who lived in a high-tech pod thing. She had no idea what the pod was about, and seemed pretty unaware of the statuepocalypse in general. She was discovered by some survivor boy and they were hanging out. He tried to call someone on a cell-phone and it seemed like that person got hit by a space laser. The girl was intrigued and actually tried calling herself on the phone (a stupid idea), but before the space laser came down to kill them, some big thing in space (spaceship? moon? I don’t know?) moved itself in front of it to take the hit. I never found out what the deal was with this and how it connected to the comparatively more sensible statue attack plot.

Anyway, that’s it for now.

Fight Mite

Two inches tall, but superhumanly strong, the Fight Mite has something to prove. He wants to prove that being tiny doesn’t mean he isn’t tough.

But what is the origin of the Fight Mite? Even he is uncertain. As far as he knows, he woke up in a crater over a decade ago, but before that he can remember nothing. Are there more like him? Is he alone? These are questions he occasionally ponders when he isn’t busy beating people up.

Not much to say here. He might make a good opponent for Drona of the Ultimate Ants, the only superhero I’ve created for this so far who would be smaller than Fight Mite. Of course, Fight Mite wants to prove himself against bigger foes, so losing to someone even smaller than him would be pretty humiliating. And then I didn’t want to think of a background for him, so I made him mysterious. That’s how real comic writers do it after all.

Krytag

Krytag is a dual being, at once a humanoid being and, at the same time, a flying serpentine being. Though the bodies are connected by a tether, so they can’t get too far from one another, but each has abilities that can help Krytag in his role as the advance scout for an alien invasion. The humanoid body is strong and talented in alien martial arts, the serpent is amazingly quick and wrap itself around things with a powerful squeeze (it can also pick up its other half to carry it around). This singular double-team is more than a match for many of Earth’s protectors.

The planet Zesstak, ruled by a fascist dictatorship, has an army of such soldiers, each sent alone to a world to find out how conquerable they may be. Krytag is loyal to his species, but he is also enjoying the freedom his assignment. For the first time since being drafted into the army, he is on his own, making his own decisions. Earth represents a chance for Krytag to let loose, so he is not particularly interested in a speedy resolution to the mission.

Captain Krakk

When Dr. Malevolence was defeated by her superhero enemies for the umpteenth time, her teleportation technology went haywire and sent her spiraling through various dimensions. Just barely managing to save herself, Malevolence found herself stranded in a strange dimension populated by crustaceoid beings that were apparently as intelligent as humans. Arbitrarily, she picked one of these beings and offered him the benefit of her technology if he would serve her. And serve her he did. This crab-like man, named Krakk, became Malevolence’s loyal military leader, helping her raise an army to conquer not only that world, but to bring back to Earth with her once she was able.

Now Malevolence is home again, but she maintains a interdimensional portal in her secret laboratory. Captain Krakk is in charge of things on his world, living in a palace built by the strange Earth technology and using his army to keep the rest of the populace as slaves. While he must occasionally quell uprising of his people, he is also summoned to Earth to aid his benefactor in her times of need.

I wanted to draw some kind of lobstery guy, so I did. I think I was at least partially inspired by General Traag, the leader of Krang’s rock soldiers from Dimension X on the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon, so I tried to create a similar-feeling for Krakk’s backstory.

Propheseer

An old man with a big book. Where the Propheseer received his book is not known, but it seems to contain factual depictions of future events. The bad news is, the book describes dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of disasters that will befall the human race. The good news is, it ends with the wounded remains of humanity recovering and forming a new and better society. That future ideal world is the Propheseer’s motivation. To bring that happy place into existence, he has to make certain that the disasters happen. But since the Noblewoman came onto the scene, disasters are having a harder time wiping out humanity.

Is there any hope for the human race? Would we be better off just wiping the slate clean and starting over? I’ve known people who are down on the world and have said that. But I consider that a defeatist attitude. My superheroes would be about making the world a better place through hard work, not giving up and trying anew. I’ve already given Noblewoman a few villains this year, but she seemed a good fit for this concept, so she gets another.