BIRDY NAM NAM - THE PARACHUTE ENDING
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Will Sweeney - Concept designer and Illustrator
Steve Scott - Director, Concept designer and compositor
James Littlemore - Editor / Compositor
Geoff McDowall - Animator
Ed Willmore - Animator
Roland Edwards - Animator
Dele Nuga - Digital Painter
Lottie Hope - Producer
Dan O'Rourke - Executive Producer
Not To Scale - production
Thanks to Big Active
Steve Scott - Director, Concept designer and compositor
James Littlemore - Editor / Compositor
Geoff McDowall - Animator
Ed Willmore - Animator
Roland Edwards - Animator
Dele Nuga - Digital Painter
Lottie Hope - Producer
Dan O'Rourke - Executive Producer
Not To Scale - production
Thanks to Big Active
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A wicked combination.
- La Planète Sauvage,
- that animated movie by Roger Mainwood for "Autobahn" by Kraftwerk
- speaking of which: Kraftwerk in general when it comes to music
- Daft Punk (both music and aesthetics)
What's my score? How many of those guesses are right? ;)
Man, anyway, this is totally AWESOME!
but this is something else. i love it anyway.
Very similar tempo, singing, and style.
i like it
Nice pictures.
This rocks!
i love the comic, and this piece too ;)
I also keep my giant red phone next to the space portal...
Great!
i'm pretty sure i just peed my pants a little.
the beginning reminds me
Les Maîtres Du Temps
René Laloux', 1982
absolutely amazinggg
Good to see someone is still up to these kind of fantasies.
Cheers,
T
gogogogogo...
:D
He then proceeds to drive faster, avoiding the cheebas' devastating effects, including malignant growth of ivory bastas and the extreme and intoxicating dryness that pervades the atmosphere preventing plant growth (not unlike what corporate America is doing to the trees man).
One-eighty two arrives at his palatial residence, whipping out his mokba and inserting it into the keyhole, notifying his domain's ultra-intelligent omni-butler. The droid that had been programmed two million years ago activates to do one-eighty two's bidding. It's supreme knowledge has been dredged from nine-year archive of Bovan activity and has analyzed needs of one-eighty two to combat this monstrosity.
"Hand me my p1mp shake and my p1mp hand!" roared one-eighty two, ignoring that his robotic database had already predicted that he would need such a refreshment and tool. The shake would deliver all the nutrients needed to fight in intergalactic combat through a crazy-straw. The hand was made of j43k; heart and would destroy the source of any evil it made contact with.
After a few test-runs of his newly acquired powers, one-eighty two would jump into a yellow blerk bubble ascending the various levels of the bowels of the fortress he had built in case of invasion. The psychadelic machinery worked away analyzing the movements of the Bovan death-bot shooting evil cheebas at his home. It would be a good day for one-eighty two.
On the View-Port 2000 in his living room, one-eighty two's hand clenched at the mere recording of the Bovan death-bot and its evil cheeba-cubes. The robo-butler had already anticipated this, and had set the hyper-portal on mega-warp to transmit one-eighty two into orbit to combat the stupid Bovans. What made the Bovans even more stupid was that they had sent a death-bot with the face of the evil, strangely reminiscent of Shirley Temple. One-eighty two knew this was an even better day.
Stepping into the hyper-portal, one-eighty two would be ripped into a bujillion particles instantaneously and transmitted through billions of light-years.
"Stop what you're doing", one-eighty two exclaimed "You're harming my planet."
"Uh no I'm not" croaked the death-bot in an ancient glyph language composed of zeroes and ones.
"Yeah you are and you're gonna get the p1mp h4nd if you don't" cried the infuriated sul+tan, high on devkafds juice.
The battle would be tremendous. One-eighty two had underestimated the power of the Bovan war-turd, floating in mid-space sending cheebas left and right. One-eighty two was seriously wounded when a large cheeba still in it's protective shell slammed into his r543bs, sending a tingling gvat down his unpt. However, this would be the last time he would be tricked, as one-eighty two suavely pulled out his hand with the heart on it, plunging deep into the Bovan's mainframe.
"Aha!" yelled one-eighty two.
The death-bot looked helplessly as the vines and noxbo entangled the death-traps of his skeleton, creating a good-bot instead of a war-turd. The game was over now. The death-bot struggled, and suddenly became very still as the cheebas slowly turned into beebas, a helpful sort of cheeba that grows living plants on planets. One-eighty two smiled. He returned to his home-planet, satisfied not only because he had avenged his long-lost dk%$, but he had arrived in style, being borne into the atmosphere by a thousand nugt rays. One-eighty two assumed the zen pose... thinking of the thousand years he had left to live his life and prosper...