In slowly overgrowing concrete lot, next to junkyard shanty, beneath the boughs of a massive tree, some little guys are playing footie. With gusto, the most prominently featured reptilian child kicks the ball towards the camera, causing shockwaves of dust. Other children react with joy, anger, confusion.
In dusty scrublands, hundreds of sheep are guided by several reptilian shepherds. In the distance hulking, rusty spaceship parts are crashed into the landscape.
Three little reptilian guys careen through the air with urban detritus. A car, a bin, a power line to which one clings desperately. Behind them in the clouds a colossal serpent whips through the sky, it's fleshy triangular mouth opens, eyelessly, towards them.
In a snowy valley a warmly dressed figure offers a helping hand to another, reptilian, bleeding figure on the ground. Behind them in the snow is a trail through the snow, tracing the path of the downed figure tumbling down a hill, strewing their belongings across the slope before coming to a rest. A the top of the hill there are more figures, a sled and pack beasts looking down and readying ropes. In the path of the rope is the snowprints showing the helping hand's path down into the valley.
Today I turned 36 so here's my weird little guy at varying stages of their life.