PeterTheHague

Maidenless, you say?

¡Kaiju!

“Life is a sh*t sandwich. But if you've got enough bread, you don't taste the sh*t."

Champions wear pink.

The Hermit knows that living off the grid has it's perks. Sure, you can't tap into the general power source, but who needs to when you can drown all your sorrows in endless gallons of discarded Ultra Lube?

Seedy lounges and smokey backrooms are where you'll most likely find The Star. Her 16 gauge beehive top and quarter note boa are unmistakable.

A bot living modestly is one who replenishes the grid. The half buried Temperance bot fills many roles: wind turbine, tunnel, solar panel, and road sign for passers by.

Someone's got to keep the peace when things get viral in these here parts.

An early, lesser optimistic version of the Autobot leader. Circa 1910.

But we all know how this is going to end.

Human waste management isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes you get a little something stuck to your boot.

No need for water. No need for air. Death is something created by humans for humans.

The third contestant rarely wins. Tarot card represented in binary.

The mascot for the Human Recycle Program tries his best to promote his directive.

Balance hangs on the end of a poisonous thread.

Some things are meant to be and some things cannot be.

The new moon signals break time for the counterpart of The Sun.

The Pope-bot brings light and spreads the gospel of the almighty Battery, the life energy of all things mechanical.

Bots from pilgrimages far and wide come to see the Emperor, that which houses the Empress and Priestess.

The twin production of the Moon babysits atop civilization, unhappy that he was not the one to receive the jet pack.

The Holy Mother-bot, shrouded in her 1000 watt halo, spreads the gospel to only the most fortunate.

Never judge a bot by its cover. Cute, highly explosive, nuclear things come in small packages.

Having used up all the resources from the current location, the Rocket Drill plots a course toward an infinite power source.

It is common knowledge that the real wizard behind the curtain is the Empress, not her tentacled keeper.

This do-it-yourself bot is determined to pull himself together with the help of a futuristic maid.

The Devil-bot cometh! The horned mechanical shadow holds a recently stolen and inverted steeple in front of a conveniently placed dramatic bolt of lightning.

A naughty robot doing naughty things.