So The turtles are thirty. Not so teenaged.
I started this story a year ago with the idea of sending it to IDW and asking for a job. It is, however, stupid and there are innumerable artistic flaws. Chief amongst these flaws, it is not finished. There was a resolution in which Michelangelo fakes being a scientist with a bomb to help his brothers out of the jam, only to forget the Pizza in the sewer as a lame punchline.
That said, Happy Birthday Ninja Turtles. You are the first thing I ever drew, age 3, on the underside of my parents coffee table in marker.