First, we extend our heartfelt thanks to Tom Mason of Comix 411 for directing his readers not only to our site, but to Curt Purcell’s largely Destructor-centric interview with me as well. We hope that those who followed those links found illumination.
Second, by now you have read today’s page from “Destructor Comes to Croc-Town.” I think it’s safe to say that the level of insight into Croc culture during the final Allied regime provided here by the illustrative talents of my colleague Matt Wiegle is unprecedented. However, reader Isaac Cates expresses concern that a “smooch” of the sort bestowed by the Croc captain upon the portrait of his beloved is a physiological impossibility. Fortunately Mr. Wiegle was on hand in that same comment thread to explain both the display of affection to which this page bears witness and the unique challenges of translation presented by the events of this story. Again, we hope this information will be of interest to curious readers.
This drawing (dated c. 1995) is the latest surviving portrait of Destructor from my personal archives. Since that time I have largely abandoned the visual component of my studies of the Great One and his era in favor of a more ruminative, literary approach.
One brief note on nomenclature today: So far, we have not seen Destructor destroy much of anything.
This is about to change.
But … but … how does a crocodile-man kiss, when he has no lips?
Croc-people actually practice a form of ritualized snout-bumping in displays of affection; for the comprehension of terrestrial audiences, it was decided to render this bump as a “smooch.” If this has caused confusion we sincerely apologize and will adjust our translation matrix to produce more finely-tuned Englishings from here forward.
I feel substantially more informed about the courtship behavior of croc-people.
This is one of the many wonders of Destructor: he informs while he entertains.
Such is our goal.