Happy Holidaze

From the ice laden lands of the north, F.O.R.C.E.S. Unlimited would like to wish you a healthy, wealthy walk into the Occidental new year. From our secret base up here, in the arctic circle, we care not for the categorically mundane passing of time. While we are at it, we don't care about the cross country collaborative sketchbook anymore. So here is a new offering from F.O.R.C.E.S. artist Richard Tuggz. A tribute to our frozen fortress of forthright fortitude.

SPACE FREIGHTERS: Part XIII

A multipurpose clearing, a hub for the trafficking of ideas, life forms, goods and services. In the future you might see two UPS shuttles parked here, their drivers taking a break together.

SPACE FREIGHTERS: PART XII

The FORCES team has really come alive with this spread, boyles & goyles! It's inevitable that some collaborations lose their wings and take a nose-dive, but every now and then, be it as small as a great handshake, or as titanic as the Pyramids at Giza, the cosmos will sometimes offer us a small respite on a harmonious woven hammock, maybe even between two palm trees that weirdly share a root system, and you don't ever want to get up out of that hammock, but you must, because if you don't you will fall asleep, and possibly be attacked by the Chartruvian Blood-Curdler, or back pains that take forever to go away--O! we just start to write run-on sentences when we gets excited, yes we does! Imagine yourself as an underdog plopped down into a harsh landscape where even sagebrush is afraid to grow. Then imagine being attacked by a huge, ugly brute. Now imagine the relief you might feel after separating this brute's head from it's body. Ahhhhhh...

SPACE FREIGHTERS: Part XI

Sleeping outside of a shipping warehouse on another planet is a risky move.

SPACE FREIGHTERS: Part X

We hate to see this, folks. Once again violence has sneaked into the intergalactic import/export world like a snake. Its body resembles the plot of James Cameron's "Avatar," long and thin. Its fangs resemble the maddening forces that separates our eyelids in the morning. Its brain resembles a shriveled up pea. In any event we here at FORCES, Unltd. don't like to play the blame game. It is not for us to decide who here is in the wrong, and who here is in the right. Instead we choose to scold both parties. So, spacemen and and space monster, consider this a summons to the mortification ritual. You have been very bad.