This is what I’d imagine space exploration to look like. It’s gritty. It’s cracked and bleeding blue blood. The colors are weird. Foreign. Alien. Unlike anything you’d see on Earth, with our greens and browns and black tar pits. At least you can breathe in this atmosphere. Naturally.
Chance Wyatt’s Moving Bodies comic draws what he sees when he goes to bed at night, or so I think. He dreams of other planets where men fight to stay alive. How can you subsist on sex, alone, though?
When the Ouroboros Council Exterior Service finally surrenders under engineer Evac Seen’s antagonized barrage of too-logical letters, they agree to let him go on his first space exploration mission. The planet his team comes across looks beautifully antiquated at first glance, until they come into a room with naked chicks hanging suspended in anticipation of a “cleaning” and a guy jumps out of nowhere and attacks them.
Enter Evac, who hasn’t said anything during the run, but lets his gun speak for him instead. His reasoning: “There was really no way to predict that one of them would hold on that long,” because it would take 14 years to get to the nearest space station and back. His speech bubbles are just plain black.
He’s one of those all-thinking, no feeling emotionless characters who starts a story without a personality. He’s here to do the job, or so you think. My guess is nearer to the end of the series, we’ll see him fall in love, or wind up crazy–same thing.
On to the next planet, I presume.
The comic is too short, in my opinion, having read it in about 10 minutes, all while taking in the hatchy outlines of character drawings and other artistic style quirks. The color of the text within each speech bubble corresponds with the suit of the speaker, which makes it easy to figure out who’s playing the horny bad guy and who’s trying to save humanity. (See: Red vs. Blue. Red=Bad cop and Blue=Good cop.)
Did I mention this comic book comes with accompanying music? You can’t read Moving Bodies without the 17-minute cultish opera without having your nerve endings pinched periodically by this background music. Trust me, it brings the story to a whole new level.
I can’t say I’m “excited” to read the second comic book in this series, but I think we should support local independent “publishers” (in the back of the book Wyatt expresses that he doesn’t like that particular title), especially if they create their own music to go along with the story. Census looks promising, though, if I can get my hand on a copy.
Curious? Check out Chance Wyatt’s website to see some of the other comic books he’s produced.