put rabbit in the species list, dammit!

here's mike, in another universe, where he isn't some gothy, anime-seeping killing machine. but in fact a drunken, eccentric pilot in a 1930s, steam-punk esque reality.

think talespin meets the league of extraordinary gentlemen or something.

yep, he's missing a finger. this mike isn't as competant as the other incarnations.

I should draw backgrounds.

and a picture of this mike running away from something.