Once upon a time I used to make "photostories" of my dolls, way back when I thought I was a really cool teenager. (It's everyone else that was weird and lame, not me.) My favorite one I did was of my dolls playing with Lego's and then my cat came in and knocked everything over. I remember having a lot of fun, but things change and I'm an adult now. I keep saying it, so it must be true. Who am I kidding? Nothing has changed. I'm still weird as hell, except now I get to play with my toys to learn how to be a professional artist. Anyway, for this assignment I had to tell a story. I love stories, and I love telling stories. I also love things that tell stories without words. So I'm not going to tell you what's happening because it should be plain, no matter how you wish to interpret it. I was torn between this one and another one. I loved how the helmet looked in the first picture, but this one didn't have anybody's heads cut off. ...