Another old Impy comic. Impy is, or rather was an agent and instrument of revolution. A force of creative chaos and an upender of the status quo. At the time, I was heavily influenced by the idea that (to paraphrase Terrence Mckenna) the job of the artist was simply to 'save the soul of mankind' and anything less was fiddling while Rome burned. I've since done down from the Cross, but I still believe it's important to point out, at the very least, that the Emperor is going about stark naked.
