Crikey! Another piece of Fan art has been sent in! 13 Year old Declan Proud from Gayingtonshire-on-Gay has sent me this lovely portrait of Jesus Fuck, the King of Space!
Keep 'em coming, kids!
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
[Space Wars in Space Fanart 1]
Today on Space Wars in Space Fanart, we have a drawing of Captain Pilotface sent in by Mrs. Sp@m who is aged 29 from West Yorkshire. You can click it to see a bigger version!
Very good Mrs. Sp@m! Keep them coming, kids!
Very good Mrs. Sp@m! Keep them coming, kids!
SPACE WARS 18 ON TOP OF SPACE
"Where am I?" said an Alien
"You're on a ship!" replied Captain Pilotface. "It was our main directive to save the citizens of this planet!"
"Wow! You... you're our saviour!" muttered one of the aliens
"Damn right I am, I'M JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
Captain Pilotface had gone insane with space flu.
"You're on a ship!" replied Captain Pilotface. "It was our main directive to save the citizens of this planet!"
"Wow! You... you're our saviour!" muttered one of the aliens
"Damn right I am, I'M JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
Captain Pilotface had gone insane with space flu.
SPACE WARS IN SPACE THE 17TH
"There must be some sort of hope" gasped one of the space aliens, with it's final breath
"There isn't.. unless a spaceship flies overhead with and of 15 cubic space miles" replied the same alien to himself.
Suddenly, one did
"There isn't.. unless a spaceship flies overhead with and of 15 cubic space miles" replied the same alien to himself.
Suddenly, one did
SPACE WARS IN SPACE 16
Written by Declan Proud
Jesus Fuck, King Of Space had perfected his master plan.
Having spent several hours, or 'Space Years', in his local hyperpark, he had collected enough robodog shit to smear under the handles of his co-workers car doors.
"This'll cunting grob their hang!" he cried in his broken, nonsensical Standard Galaxian. Severe learning difficulties had turned this mild-mannered spaceplumber into believing he was Jesus Fuck, King of Space, and Ruler of All Time.
Jesus Fuck, King Of Space had perfected his master plan.
Having spent several hours, or 'Space Years', in his local hyperpark, he had collected enough robodog shit to smear under the handles of his co-workers car doors.
"This'll cunting grob their hang!" he cried in his broken, nonsensical Standard Galaxian. Severe learning difficulties had turned this mild-mannered spaceplumber into believing he was Jesus Fuck, King of Space, and Ruler of All Time.
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