recycling my own meme. i’m allowed.

seen from Indonesia
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from Kyrgyzstan

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Poland

seen from Canada

seen from Poland
seen from Poland

seen from Poland
seen from Poland
recycling my own meme. i’m allowed.
The Zones
AND MISSILE KID! since he showed up in the last @desert-creatures post i figured it was time for me to flesh out a proper character design for my version of your favorite desert music messiah!
Zone Gothic
-You’re going to a Mad Gear show tonight, it’s the same show that started this morning. Mad Gear has a show tomorrow morning, it’s the same show you’re at right now. You don’t know when you got here. Are you going to the Mad Gear show tonight?
-You saw a flash of black and white behind you. You didn’t have your gun, so you ducked for cover behind a vending machine at the rest stop. By the time the sky darkens, you forget why you even hid there in the first place. It’s been quiet the whole time. There is a burn mark and a stain of blood on the ground.
-You pass a neutral town on your way to Zone 5. It’s empty. There are no cars. There are no patrols. On your way back, it’s not there anymore.
-You find an android scrapped along route guano. You help him repair the wires in his arm and give him a ride to a friend’s place. Afterwards, you realize you never caught his name, and you didn’t recognize his model. You feel an especially warm feeling as you pass by the body of Destroya.
-There is a working television broadcasting a MouseKat cartoon behind Tommy Chow Mein’s. There’s nowhere it could be plugged in. There is no signal. There is no battery slot. This cartoon is the same one you saw as a kid.
-Your blaster is out of juice. There’s a draculoid closing in on a ‘joy behind you. You shoot a ray at full power and hit the drac square on. They thank you. It’s still out of juice, but you don’t say anything. Don’t jinx it.
-You turn on your radio on to a station you’ve never heard before. Voices crackle through static, but nothing is clear until you hear your mothers name. You can’t find the station again.
my mad gear interpretation
“Show Pony stealing the love from Mad Gear at the Fuck You House last week. What can we say, they know how to get the people up in all kinds of fireworks.”
Missile Kid Ideas:
-An old friend of Mad Gears that died in The Helium Warms
-A god that Mad Gear saw after taking 3 tabs of acid and getting lost
-The embodiment of the killjoy movement
-Mad Gear’s dead little sibling
-A Destroya type entity, another battle bot
-A hallucination