Visualize a bipedal crocodile, dressed in a glimmering white suit studded with rhinestones, a high-collared shirt and a colored silk scarf around the neck. The crocodile has a pompadour styled hair and carries an acoustic guitar. His posture mimics that of a popular mid-century rock and roll musician. His eyes are shut as he is crooning into a vintage microphone, embodying a joyous and charismatic stage presence.

The commander and crew have entered the abandoned vessel, it used to be the most modern ship in the entire armada but time has take it's toll on the various compartment's an equipment, the team looks around with their flashlights looking for signs of life

Love is nothing but a faint memory for her, sitting in it's attic looking at old pictures she can only wonder what if... she ran with the man she truly loved...

The frontier is a rough place, mischiefs of all sorts and weird looking fellas, gotta be careful around town tension is in the air

this vessel now abandoned used to be an important telecommunication bridge between the last people to survive in a water world and those few surviving in the space station, provided with parabolic antennas and assortment of radio equipment

this safari expedition has gone terrible wrong, annoying the wild life has made them very angry at the humans who speed out in the jeep while they run behind