The show made you think, it attracted and involved the viewer, and it was absolutely freaking awesome! And Tula was never 'girly', pink and long hair or not. She kicked butt rather than hanging off Ren and Ioz; at the time, this was rare in the 'official' age bracket. Ren was a nice guy and not one of these 'completely oblivious to the girl' types. (At the end of "A Drop of Darkness", he puts his arm around her as they're sailing away.) Ioz was a jerk -and often got away with it. And yet, at the end he put helping out his friends over personal desires. A nice improvement over the two ranges of gooey always-good heroes and sidekicks and evil-in-all-but-name hangers-on. Niddler was an improvement over the cute-but-useless fuzzy animal types; he was annoying many many times, but he proved his worth as well.
Even the animation-style jumps and the horrible art quality of the comic couldn't detract from the tale they told. A very real tale without a bloody reset button status-quo-is-god mechanic all the dang time. A fond memory from childhood.
Fond memories
The show made you think, it attracted and involved the viewer, and it was absolutely freaking awesome! And Tula was never 'girly', pink and long hair or not. She kicked butt rather than hanging off Ren and Ioz; at the time, this was rare in the 'official' age bracket. Ren was a nice guy and not one of these 'completely oblivious to the girl' types. (At the end of "A Drop of Darkness", he puts his arm around her as they're sailing away.) Ioz was a jerk -and often got away with it. And yet, at the end he put helping out his friends over personal desires. A nice improvement over the two ranges of gooey always-good heroes and sidekicks and evil-in-all-but-name hangers-on. Niddler was an improvement over the cute-but-useless fuzzy animal types; he was annoying many many times, but he proved his worth as well.
Even the animation-style jumps and the horrible art quality of the comic couldn't detract from the tale they told. A very real tale without a bloody reset button status-quo-is-god mechanic all the dang time. A fond memory from childhood.