While many remember the name from the glow of arcade CRT monitors, fewer realize that the franchise is a testament to the singular vision of one artist: Mark Schultz. Before it was a beat-‘em-up classic, before it was a Saturday morning cartoon, it was a labor of love in the world of independent comic books.
He found the beast in a collapsed plaza, snout deep in the ruptured tanker, lapping up the last dregs of synthetic gasoline. Its hide was a mosaic of leathery brown and angry red. Twin horns jutted above its eyes. It was beautiful, in the way a hurricane is beautiful. Cadillacs And Dinosaurs
It recovered quickly, whipping around with a tail that smashed a lamppost to scrap. Jack didn’t wait. He circled the plaza, kicking up a dust storm. The dinosaur lunged again, and this time Jack let it come. At the apex of its charge, he hit the nitrous. The Cadillac leaped forward like a launched rocket, swerved under the beast’s snapping jaws, and sent the trailing harpoon cable wrapping around a concrete pylon. While many remember the name from the glow