Dinosaurs sighted!

Even more dinosaurs have been seen on Venus! A trio of triceratops has been acquired for Her Majesty's Zoological Gardens at Regent's Park. The Minister has decided not to transport any of the large carnivores to Earth, fearing what might happen if a T. Rex were to escape his enclosure!

Negotiations are taking place to locate a tribe of spear-armed lizardmen, of the smaller variety which many journalists have begun to label "Geckos" or just "Gex." (Old Skinks, actually) These fellows are deep in the bush, and have proven difficult to locate, but a new explorer has offered to lead me to some in exchange for various lead-based considerations. Wish me luck in this exchange!

In additional Venusian news, we have received additional samples of flora from the Jungle Planet. It seems adventure upon the Veiled Planet is just around the corner.

The painting table has been sitting without an occupant for many, many days. Almost no progress has been made since the last posting in this journal. Seems that every time I sit to paint (or compose an entry for the journal) I am immediately interrupted. Bother!

Finally tonight, the editor is in search of a single steam-powered spider manufactured by the Wyrd company. If any of our readers know where a single spider may be located, I would be most appreciative.

Until next time friends, remember to keep your cartridges in the rubberised canvas boxes while on Venus!

More Photostats for Your Pleasure

And no, gentlemen, no scantily clad ladies of negotiable virtue.

But I do have a few photos of that fiend Professor Otto Maton (Parroom Station Clockwork Master) and part of his steam-powered horde of dangerous autonomous devices (Wyrd Miniatures Steam Spiders)! Unfortunately, the brave soul who snapped this photostat was found dead the following morning. Thankfully, he managed to send the photoplates to me first.

We also have here a shot of a work in progress, and near completion: an askari/sepoy/tiralleur martien NCO (depending on which nation he is enlisted to serve) (RAFM Space 1889 Martian Sepoy NCO). Only eighteen of his fellows to go. Notice the utilitarian khaki uniform, guaranteed to blend in with any nationality. Their service shall be quite 'flexible,' don't you think?

Finally, a last work in progress, and just barely started. This is Herr Major Hans von Clarkopf. The Herr Major is the second-highest ranking German officer on Mars, and is known to be working with the Kaiser's allies, the Galforrians, as a training officer. It is the supposition of Her Majesty's Special Services Department of the Foreign Office that Herr Major is also expected to take field command in certain clandestine operations for the Fatherland. A close eye shall be kept on this goose-stepping troublemaker, I assure you!

Okay, so maybe just one photostat of a lovely young lady clad in a most immodest manner. But nothing you should have to shield your child's eyes from! This is a (mostly) respectable journal, after all!




That shall be all for this evening, my friends. Work continues apace, and I must hasten to my rest for the morrow.