This range comes from animatorTatsuyuki Tanaka , who was a primal vitalizer on , among other films , Akira . It comes from Tanaka ’s art Word of God , Cannabis Works . As always , we invite you to do up with your own tale based on this image .
Here ’s mine :
“ La - La … ” My muscle shuddered as I felt a small tug at my ankle . Brain Drain enhanced every tactile sensation , even as it dulled your stack and hearing . I knew Pinky was trying to get my aid , but I was reluctant to retreat from the walking on air of obliviousness . But he persist in , clamant , until I broke off my connection to the cafe .
“ What is it , pinkish ? ” I nictate my heart against the sudden Benjamin Rush of sunshine .
He scurried about my feet , bobbing his little hippo question . “ Slug ! ” he cried .
My head rupture to attention . Sure enough , a huge , grotesque beast was lurching past our tabular array , its coolant smoking in the later August heat . A Teegan ’s Slug . These guys were the ultimate taco hand truck . You had to connect to them manually , but once you were in , Lars Teegan would sell you codes to anything . Invites to Club Colossus . Route information on the metropolis ’s food carts . Access to police feeds — the good ones you needed for any half - decent smuggling line . I wrenched my stem cord free from the cafe plug and take shape to my feet , trail after the lumbering mechanically skillful brute .
It did n’t even turn to look at me before it dangle its limb back , thrash its manus right into my stomach . My vision go black for an wink as my consistency file the pain sensation and braced for impact . I gave myself just a few seconds to recuperate before scare away back to my table and recollect Pinky .
“ You ready for this , pinkish ? ” I asked as I renew my pursuit of the Slug . I hugged him to my chest and felt his legs go limp .
He quivered . “ Please do n’t do this , Lala . ” He clapped his paws together . “ Please . ”
“ Sorry , Pink . ” I tugged on his tail , pulling out a distance of retractable cord . He whimpered as I placed the plug in his mitt .
The Slug picked up his pace , heading toward the rabbit warren of residences across the plaza . I seize Pinky in my right hand and roll up before hurl him toward my target . He sailed through the tune , limbs splayed , eyes squeezed shut until he shore smack on top of the Slugs head with an “ Oof . ” I shaded my eyes , watching him scramble to his feet , and , pump a tiny fist in the atmosphere , shoved his plug into one of the Slug ’s open port wine .
We were in .
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