And so it was, America had won her independence from Britain. But the young nation had little time to celebrate, for from the edge of the Universe came a frightening menace. As George Washing-tron leads America's armies into their first space war, the super genius Benjamin Franklin had discovered a way to harness the limitless power of the Patriot Atoms. Using his immense skills, he crafted a robot in his own image: Ben Robo. Together, he and George Washington, along with a time-displaced Lincolnvoy, must fight to ensure the future of America and Freedom. Go! Mechamericanize! Ben Robo!
Anima Minor Department Subject Number: 5 Subject Name: Babtibos Subject Species: Genetically spliced human/shark/mosasaur mutation Subject Group Classification: Solitary or War Party Size Class: Medium to Large Threat Class: A Stat Classes: INT: 6 CON: 9 STR: 10 DEX: 6 Abilities and Traits: - Air breather, but can stay submerged for hours at a time due to massive lung capacity. - Incredible physical strength, can lift 10 tons of pressure, 15 when blood lusted. - Serpentine body allows water speeds of excess of 30 knots. - Can easily regrow lost teeth, teeth which can tear through solid steel and deliver 1000 pounds of pressure per square inch. - Primitive and instinctual mindset, does have a basic understanding of language, can follow orders. Have a gradually developing culture. - Some older specimens occasionally suffer from memory relapse and other bizarre behavior. - Will go into a heighted state of blood lust when exposed to vast quantities of blood extremely dangerous when in this state. - Hold Babtibaronos to be some kind of god. Worship him and follow in his wake.
After the famous battle between Confessoroc and Babtibaronos took place, the Naval Department was briefly disbanded and reorganized. The old members, many of which included navy personnel from various countries and sailors were ill prepared for the literal sea monsters they were dealing with. Their decisions were frequently used later as examples of what not to do when your subjects attack or need restraint. Meeting aggression with aggression was a last resort as the idea was to protect the faculty as well as the subject with the subjects life taking precedence. The sink it or swim with it mentality of the seamen in charge of the department allowed the subject Babtibaronos to become a true oceanic terror rivaling Hollywood made creations. When they werent trying to electrocute it into submission, they ignored it. Instead of working alongside and respecting the leviathans instincts, they treated it like a mad dog. Thus it had no concept of what was acceptable or what wasnt; only that it was surrounded by creatures that sought to inflict harm upon it. It was understandable under these conditions that the territorial creature would become such a disaster before finally being reeducated by Confessoroc. The entire Naval Department was detained and as a karmatic stroke of irony, Father Fang sentenced the department to a fate worse than death experimentation.
While having a massive tanker sinking mosasaur capable of whipping up water spouts the size of buildings was all good in well, it was agreed that something smaller was needed to capture a ship or infiltrate coastal regions. While the Anima Minor department had been in a state of flux over how to create such a subject, Father Fang neatly swept in and said they would be using convicts as the base and that they were to use shark and mosasaur for the additives. The entire department was taken aback by the sudden use of human beings as subjects but Father Fang seemed more than comfortable with the idea and had a team on it within the hour. Over a hundred men went into the first trail, about roughly thirty didnt die from having their bodies rupture or suddenly suffocate from lack of oxygen they could no longer take from the air. The Anima Minor Department took the genes back to the drawing table and focused on applying the mosasaur genes (which were easier to integrate into the human body due to a similar respiratory system) first and the shark genes second and in only select areas such as muscle density, brain function, and dental function. Eventually a successful mutation was created and it was named fittingly after the mosasaur kaiju that had unwittingly aided in its creation: Babtibos.
The Babtibos seemed to have no recollection of who they used to be, which suited Father Fang just fine as they were much more useful this way. Being a centaur like combination of man, mosasaur and shark, the Babtibos were large mutants with incredible physical strength. Equipped with a powerful set of mosasaurian jaws and an exaggerated human torso, the Babtibos were capable of dismantling a car and could tear a man in half with only their bare hands. Their jaws could crush steel and their serpentine lower bodies allowed them fluid speed and agility in the water as expected. Unable to genetically replicate Babtibaronoss complicated air and water filtering lungs, the Babtibos were restricted by the need to surface. They were however capable of diving for hours with little effort due to the massive lung capacity that they did have. Their striped skin also aided in camouflage as they looked like rippling water from the surface. The Babtibos turned out to be excellent ambush predators as well as powerful hunters, capable of brutally mutilating anything that they caught and chasing down anything that managed to escape them. On land they were slower but still incredibly strong and their thick muscle and finely scaled flesh made them quite resilient to blunt force trauma. Surprisingly the creatures, while simple, still retained a degree of human intelligence and could be trained much as a dolphin could. The most terrifying aspect of the Babtibos however, was its tendency to go berserk
The mosasaurs predatory instincts, the sharks feral cunning, and mans own vast range of emotions created a perfect breeding ground for a super heightened sense of predation. During the combat trails, the Babtibos would often enter a severe state of blood lust in which nothing else existed but their opponent. It didnt take much for the Babtibos to enter this state; one gallon of blood is sufficient enough to drive a Babtibos over the edge. An entire war party of Babtibos in this state can render a brachiosaurus corpse nonexistent in a matter of minutes, a man mere seconds. Its believed that the shark genes were responsible for this behavior as feeding frenzies are common amongst most species. Father Fang nodded with satisfaction after the trails and stated that they should begin training a war party of them for deployment. While the Anima Minor Department discussed the issue with the new Naval Department, Father Fang went about his other tasks for the day. Inevitably, the Anima Major Department got involved and a strange aspect of the Babtiboss behavior became apparent. Being once human, it wasnt all that surprising to learn that the older Babtibos occasionally had flashbacks from memories that were now smothered with raw instinct. Once a Babtibos was given a canvas and an industrial strength paint brush with a bucket of black ink to test his reaction; oddly enough the creature actually started painting. At first it was just swirls and loops, probably imitating water but then the painting started to develop a human figure. It was woman, holding a new born. As the painting continued, the Babtibos began to groan as if it was having a headache and with a sudden burst of anger it shattered the canvas and tossed away the brush. It slithered off to another corner of the room and went to sleep. The test was taken by several different Babtibos; each one had entirely different results. Some stared awestruck at their creation, as if trying to decipher it. Others reacted like the first one did and obliterated the canvas, sometimes by eating it. There were a few, mostly the younger Babtibos, that stared at the canvas blankly; unable to comprehend what they were supposed to do with it. It was somewhat tragic, what the exNaval Department had been reduced to. Constantly struggling between being a human being and being a monster without the slightest understanding of why. These flashbacks came and went seemingly at random, causing the afflicted Babtibos to stare off into space and swoon. Flashbacks werent the only aspect of their humanity the Babtibos retained. Upon coming into contact with Babtibaronos they displayed the capacity for worship as well.
The leviathan mosasaur ignored the little creatures that ogled him at first. As he got used to them being around he seemed to understand Confessorocs instructions a bit more. Tiny things that were similar to you could be precious to you. While he still snacked on one occasionally out of habit, the Babtibos seemed to find this exhilarating and gathered around him whenever he swam by. The Babtibos revered Babtibaronos as he symbolized everything they held important: size, power, cunning, and appetite. While Babtibaronos himself didnt really know what to make of the Babtibos, the Babtibos themselves used Babtibaronos to fill in the gap that their still slightly humanoid minds had to create. They needed an origin and a reason for existence. A frail monkey tied to a square tree didnt make sense to them. Where were his jaws? Where was his tail? Why the hell did he have fur growing on his head? The concept of Jesus frankly confused and upset them. A sentiment Father Fang was just slightly irritated about. Babtibaronos was their only connection to wherever they might have come from as he was the only thing that actually looked like them in any way, shape, or form. Thus they dedicated themselves and whatever art they created toward the keeper of the drowned. The PR groups were initially outraged at the outright heresy the creatures were creating but Father Fang stated that explaining The Lord to a colony of man eating mutants was like trying to explain quantum physics to a hillbilly. They simply had no use for human values as they had no need for them. The missionaries made an attempt anyway and several different branches tried to explain their practices to the creatures. Some things they found very entertaining, such as baptism. The idea of being reborn in water clicked with them not holding the missionary in the water for more than a few seconds didnt. Birth took much longer than few seconds, why would being reborn be that short? It became a common practice to give a baptism to missionaries to see if they were worthy of telling them anything. Several dozen drowned men and women later, the missionaries from the Baptist sector had to be content that at least one of their practices had been incorporated into the Babtibos culture.
So it went with all the other sectors. They all tried their hand at trying to imprint themselves on the poor misguided creatures the results were mixed. Father Fang watched with great amusement as the various sectors competed with each other to see who could convert the reptilian mutants even while they were being trained for coastal operations, a fairly important part of their objective in order for their goals to be met. While Father Fang had initially been slightly hesitant to have so many variations of the faith inside the facility, it was simply a matter of getting the most qualified individuals connected in some way to the church down here. Since they were all striving toward total unity of the globe, he allowed the various factions to become part of his organization; if only so he could weed out the weak. Weeding out the weak was exactly what was taking place in the Naval Departments walls, where the colony of the Babtibos was settled. Time and again the missionaries and preachers tried to sway the Babtibos with human imagery and time and again the Babtibos either adapted the practice into their own way of doing things or simply disposed of the sometimes ranting nuisance; Babtibos seemed to be mocking them. The Catholics gave them a large statue of Jesus on the cross; the Babtibos studied it for days before creating a hauntingly similar cross of stone. It depicted Babtibaronos lunging upward, jaws wide with his flippers horizontal and his tail straight, the curved parts of the statue around the central figure taking the appearance of waves. The preacher that had brought the original cross was furious and pointed repeatedly at it while shouting exclamations of damnation at the Babtibos. The Alpha Babtibos took one look between the preacher and the old cross before taking said cross and bludgeoning the man to a pulp with it. After that the PR groups gave up and the Babtibos were free to continue their strangely Lovecraftian life style. Father Fang, belonging to no specific brand of Christianity, found the Babtiboss unique religion fascinating and instead of bringing them human centric religious imagery, brought the Babtibos pictures of mosasaurs from the Savage Chasm. The Babtibos looked upon Father Fang with awe as he must have seen what the Babtibos could only imagine to be their version of heaven. So it was that Father Fang, a man who made a point of not adhering himself to anyone faction of the faith, tamed the Babtibos and convinced them into working with him so that Mosasaurs would swim the seas again as they did in ages past. With major goal, the Babtibos took to their mission training with a fanatical zeal that equaled that of their patron and so various shipments and individuals along the coasts began to mysteriously disappear. Ruptured hulls, broken cabins and massive blood stains often being the only evidence the fearsome sea demons had even been there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The third minion in the series and the fifth to be created by Heavenly Fang, the Babtibos are organization's answer to Navy SEALS and other such nonsense. Primitive, brutal and oddly tragic creatures, this is what happens when your department fails in Heavenly Fang; you get turned into a species of mutant freaks. Probably the most graphic entry to date in my gallery. After SD Gyaos I figured that I'm no longer going to care about gore unless its literal open heart surgery complete with post-it notes. Anyway, enjoy.
Here is my portrait of George Reeves as Clark Kent from "The Adventures of Superman" TV series from the 1950s. To me George Reeves will always be Superman personafied. You can have your Chris Reeve and all the others that came after, but none hold a candle to George in my opinion. Colored pencil on Canson colore art paper.
Evidence: Besides hundred of sightings by westerners and reports that local people have killed the animal, there remains no physical evidence that the Nandi Bear exists.
Possible Population size: Unknown
Reports of the Nandi Bear by westerns have been coming out of western Kenya, Africa from as early as the 1900s, however the native people have been encountering the beast for much longer. The creature takes its name from the Nandi people which call western Kenya their home. The Nandi people call the creature Kent and believe that when the Nandi Bear takes a human life, it only does so to eat the brains. Described as being about the same size as a large lion and resembling that of a hyena with a brownish red to a dark color coat, the name Nandi Bear can be a bit misleading. The name comes from two factors, its frequent sightings by the Nandi people and its apparent bear like facial features and stride. The only known bear species in Africa, the Atlas Bear, which lived some distance away in the Atlas Mountains, is said to have gone extinct several decades ago due to over hunting by the Roman Empire, leaving us with one question, what is the Nandi Bear. Scientists have speculated four main theories. The Nandi Bear is said to have many bear like qualities, its facial features and stride match those of known bears, and reports also say it is able to stand on its hind legs, another trait of known bears. The Nandi Bear is also reported to be able to climb trees, waiting for a possible victim to pass by. The physical features of the Nandi bear do have some resemblance to that of the extinct Atlas Bear, however the distance from the Atlas Mountains and lack of any fossil records in the area make that highly unlikely. Perhaps the most likely candidate for the true identity of the Nandi Bear is that of a Hyena. It is thought that the Nandi bear may be an undiscovered giant hyena or even a prehistoric survivor. Fossil records show that during the Pleistocene there lived a hyena in Africa that was roughly it size of a modern lion called the Short-Faced Hyena. Being a much more active hunter, the Short-Faced Hyena would match many of the reported attacks by the Nandi Bear. Some Zoologists feel that if the Nandi Bear truly does exist it may be a surviving Chalicothere, a sloped back animal related to horses which had large claws instead of hooves. Like the Short-Faced Hyena, the Chalicothere is thought to have gone extinct in the Pleistocene Era. It is believed that the creatures claws were used for digging up roots and possibly for defense. If this was true, and the Chalicothere used its claws for defense, than an enraged Chalicothere would be capable of reported Nandi Bear attacks. Although being a herbivore, the Chalicothere does fit the general description of the Nandi Bear. The Nandi Tribe often describes the Nandi Bear as a large baboon like primate. Mark A. Hall and Loren Coleman agree that the Nandi Bear may be a form of unknown baboon, possibly another prehistoric survivor. Fossils indicate that a giant baboon twice the size of modern baboons once lived in Africa, and large baboon would be capable of reported Nandi Bear attacks. Baboons can also stand up straight and climb trees, a reported quality of the Nandi bear.
Closing Statement: In 1919, a farmer named Cara Buxton related the following story: "A short time ago a 'Gadett' [or geteit, another name for the Nandi Bear] visited the district. This name is given to the animal by the Lumbwa and signifies the 'brain-eater.' Its first appearance was on my farm, where the sheep were missing. We finally found all ten, seven were dead and three were still alive. In no case were the bodies touched, but the brains were torn out. During the next ten days fifty-seven goats and sheep were destroyed in the same way; of these thirteen were found alive ..." Whatever the Nadi Bear is, the fact that sightings often are reported alongside strange livestock mutilations means that the creature is potentially dangerous. The Nadi Bear may be a variation of Chupacabras or other known livestock killers. As usual, we won't know the truth until one is caught or killed.... or.... maybe it's best if we don't know the truth, and enjoy it for the mystery it is.
Portrait of Persephone, wife of Hades and daughter of Demeter. Captured by Hades and forced to stay in the Underworld. She stays with him for six months out of the year and comes back to the land of the living for the rest of the year. This was the Greek explanation for the change of seasons.
In 2011 the Kanji of the Year, as nominated by the Japanese public, was "kizuna" meaning "bonds" or "connections". This choice, of course, came in the wake of the 3.11 disaster. In the aftermath, it appeared that in Japan, bonds and connections - between people and people, between humans and the environment, between Japan and other nations, between the past and the future, and, as a result of radiation, between the molecules that constitute life - were recognized as having greater significance in people's lives. People had learned first hand that when you strip away everything else the only thing that really matters are these connections and bonds. Out of the tragedy of 3.11 this had been the major lesson learned and a major value shift had been the result. It appeared that, after the years of stagnation, a path to a more harmonious, enlightened future had opened up.
Or so a lot of us thought...
Just one year later, the Kanji of 2012 is "kin" meaning money/gold. This seems to suggest that "money" - material gain - has once again become the main priority for the majority of Japanese. There have been those who have argued that "kin" can be interpreted as "success" or "achievement", or "the path towards" those things, but there are alternative kanji which could have been selected if that was what was truly meant. Even if this was the case, it's sad to see that we still associate success/achievement with gold/material gain, particularly after the lessons learn from 3.11; It was precisely the obsession with material gain (greed) which compounded the effects of the natural disaster - earthquakes and tsunami are easy to recover from (Japan has lots of experience), radioactive fallout isn't. The pursuit of material gain as the only recognized measure of success and achievement damaged the lives of millions of people and the surrounding natural world. And because money is the only measure that people seem to recognize, the only way that people can be compensated for their loss is with more money. Doesn't this vicious cycle, which results from placing "kin" as the sole measure of rewarding success and compensating loss, reveal a lack of truly innovative thinking?
If you needed anymore proof of the failure to think about things in a different way, today the pro-nuclear, right-wing LDP led by nationalist Shinzo Abe was returned to power with overwhelming support. Abe was Prime Minister in 2007 and says that his way of thinking hasn't changed in five years since he resigned. The re-election of Abe is a return to an earlier way of thinking, a way of think that alienated Japan's neighbours and produced the problems which magnified the effects of the 3.11 disaster.
Why did people forget so soon? Are humans doomed to keep repeating the same mistakes eternally? How many times do we have to touch the fire before we realize that it burns? What does it take for humans to change their values in a meaningful way? How earth-shattering - literally and figuratively - does the wake up call have to be? This lack of creative thinking mixed with long-term memory loss isn't just a Japanese trait, it's a human trait - how many mass shootings do there have to be before people decide that things need to be handled differently?
I'm guilty of these same mistakes myself, I've become too caught up in the pursuit of worldly success and have lost touch with the things that are truly important to me.
So, I will be returning to the source; Vow to create more than I consume; Ask more of myself than I ask of this world.