Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends...
Continuing the prog-rock-fueled adventures of the Wonder Twins, Zan and Jayna, having narrowly escaped a Thanagarian warcraft. Today's selection is based on "Tarkus" by (again) Emerson Lake & Palmer.
Continuing the prog-rock-fueled adventures of the Wonder Twins, Zan and Jayna, having narrowly escaped a Thanagarian warcraft. Today's selection is based on "Tarkus" by (again) Emerson Lake & Palmer.
Panel 1 - The Haunted Tank is rolling over the snow-dusted Norwegian countryside, away from a decimated village, moving ahead toward the next Nazi stronghold, the Confederate flag flying in the winter wind.
(from within the Tank): ...this intel believable, Stuart? Nazi death camps?
(from within the Tank): Don't know, that's what we're on our way to find out...
Panel 2 - JEB STUART opens the hatch and pokes his head out, his breath visible in the winter cold. The ghost of GEN. STUART is foreground, pointing off panel, a look of confusion on his face.
JEB: Hey, Slim, why're you stopping?
GEN. STUART: What in tarnation...?
SLIM (from inside the Tank): You seeing this?
Panel 3 - POV from the tank turret. Standing in front of the Tank in the snow, ZAN and JAYNA standing beside the wreckage of their escape craft. They both have a "you gotta be kidding me" type smirk on their face.
ZAN: <Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch?>
JAYNA: <Zan, please...that's a Tarkus?!?>
Panel 4 - Inset, the Twins' fists bump and spark.
ZAN: That's not a Tarkus...
Panel 5 - largest panel on page. JAYNA, panel left, has changed into a Tarkus, a bone-eating three-story tall red-eyed armadillo made from gleaming living metal and dragon scale, ready to roll on its muscled tank treads (instead of legs), its forearm cannons trained on the Haunted Tank, ready to breathe nuclear fire upon it. ZAN, tiny next to his sister's new form, gestures his arms toward her in a showman's "ta-da". The Tank, panel right, should be backing away almost cartoonishly as JEB slams the hatch shut. The Ghost, and his ghost horse, disappear in a wisp.
JAYNA/TARKUS: <THAT'S a Tarkus!!!>
GEN. STUART: Yipe!
...to be continued...
JAYNA/TARKUS: <THAT'S a Tarkus!!!>
GEN. STUART: Yipe!
...to be continued...
Boy, I'm feeling slow. It somehow only just clicked now that your Prog pages are fueled by prog rock. I honestly don't know how I missed this before now.
ReplyDeleteAnyways, this is one crazy-ass page, Ray. It's a little on the wacky side, but it fits right in with the silver age sensibility I feel like you're channeling here (particularly that "Yipe!"). I don't know why the two sides would be fighting, but I don't like Haunted Tank's odds here.