"Lunar-Tics"

Film: Missile to the Moon (1958)

Alias: Rock Men, Moon Women, the Dark Creature

Type: Alien

Location: Desert/Cave

Height/Weight: The rock men are slightly larger than an average human, while the Dark Creature is as big as an average coffee table.

Affiliation: Neutral

Summary: The moon. Is not. A very good. Location for life. Seriously, how anyone could hope to live on this desolate wasteland of a rock is beyond us. To this film's credit, though, there is at least one species here that wouldn't mind.

History: If the moon has seen better days, then they're long gone now. There's rocks and dirt and rocks and dirt and rocks and dirt as far as the eye can see. Oh, and the occasional man made out of rocks and minerals waddling aimlessly, presumably to act as sentinels for the moon-women that inhabit the luxurious underbelly of the place. There are no men, and the only thing to keep them company is a Dark Creature (a giant spider) they keep as a pet. There are also those who would scheme their way to the throne and become supreme Lido (we presume it was going to be leader, but the scribe probably got eaten by the spider for his grammatical incompetence).

Notable Kills: Yes, Dark Creature, gently snuggle that treacherous moon woman to death!

Final Fate: The Dark Creature is ultimately done in by gunfire, the moon women get all their oxygen sucked out after one decides to just end their hopeless lives, and the rock men just go about their lives, or lack thereof.

Powers/Abilities: The moon women are capable of hypnotizing those they wish to control with their gaze.

Weakness: Anything conventional, though the rock men require heavy artillery. The moon women's hypnotic spell can also be broken by enough willpower.

Scariness Factor: 2-The rock men are embarrassingly slow and lumbering, the Dark Creature is frail and easily beaten, and the moon women are mostly self-centered airheads. Screw the moon.

Trivia: -Yes, that's the same spider prop from "Cat Women of the Moon"...

-And yes, that's the same plotline being used. Sheesh.


Image Gallery


And with that, the rocket falls straight into Kansas.


A lone rock monster is a happy rock monster.
"So, single?"

Good luck sleeping, kids.

Aw, c'mon! What was wrong with having blue skin?

Okay, who's THIS little gremlin?
"Too...much...hair!"


The Black Death in all her hideous glory.



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