I find it fascinating how mankind continues to send messages into space, hoping to make contact with alien life. For one thing, it strikes me as being an ill thought out attempt at trying to be popular…No it doesn’t. It actually appears to me to be a dangerous endeavour. If any alien race happens upon our messages, you can be certain they will possess a much higher level of tech than we do. You could reckon they won’t be coming in peace.
That’s not what this story is about. It’s about the format we choice to send our telegrams into space and the highly likely scenario of the receiver not knowing what to do with them or how to read them. Messages we sent out within my lifetime are already heavily outdated in their format. I mean, a Golden Record? Anyway, here is Fell Destroyed and my attempt at naming all my comics after Fugazi Songs.