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I just found my FNF round one–with secrecy gone, I can start posting these.
Neat thing about disco is that technically it counts as undead too! It has a cursed, resurgent existence, but frequently only with arcane equipment. People make the same face hearing it as they do smelling a grave. –and who can forget MJ’s Thriller? Undead DO move that way! So a golem made of crystal could automatically be an artificially animated disco ball, right? So here he is, in the infamous Saturday Night Fever pose, the Disco Golem!
Btw, duplicating refractive effects is TOUGH.
My round two entry for the FNF:
Ever get REALLY annoyed at your neighbors for loud noises or too-bright lights? Here for your viewing pleasure, I present “Shut Off That Stupid Light!”
Oh, and thanx to Mad Jack for getting us those tats. The base for that body is a tat. Took some doing.
@WMDBASSPLAYER said:
You come up with the best stuff!
Thanx!
Here’s hoping I’ll eliminate some more backlog and show more.One of the things I don’t see covered often for werethings or combined species is what the poor things would have to do PHYSICALLY to make things taste right. Certain brand-new implements might become necessary, as I point out in this composition I call “Altitude Salad.”
Btw, I’m pretty sure this is the first salt shaker I’ve seen on hm?
*FNFr3
Thank you, and, yes! He’ll SALINATE those leaves. Then he’ll MASTICATE AND RUMINATE those leaves. Destruction to the deciduous by defoliating dentition! Definitely.
I’m pretty sure I used a dinosaur head as the base head shape and a rifle handle as most of the neck?
*****
Some try to get where they want to go by stepping on others.
“The City Stomper”
It’s a very ugly thing.
*FNF4*FNFr5
Undead is a category that I’ve never had enthusiasm for. Hum- um . . . most people I’ve known are trouble enough while they’re alive. I mean really–imagine how much pollution a creature could cause being around for centuries? And the contagion angle? Colds are bad enough. I’m sorry if this bothers anyone, but my personal beliefs are that angels are sent here to work (bad commute,) and nothing else has the right to be here in the category of supernatural. At best demons would be gate-crashers and undeserved by everyone still here, even those malicious enough to invite them on purpose. That’s why I avoid commenting on pictures of demons or other pure-evil creatures and most supernaturals. They get enough press.
The draugrs do interest me as lore, however. Not as widely known, they strike me as somewhat of a potentially neutral, unpredictable oddity. (Perhaps more artists should focus on them?) Particularly my darkly romantic side is drawn to the idea depicted here.
Imagine being on a fishing boat, and you see by moonlight a fisherman repeatedly heaving a net and drawing it in. He’s not catching much, but he’s obviously very strong and capable. The clouds clear a bit, and you see that the fisherman has no head, and is floating in half a boat. Most of us have to go through too much of our lives without enough guidance or wisdom or knowing our own minds, trying to stay afloat despite never having everything that we think we need, trying to do our work or our best despite the fact that everything we are ever taught is at best incomplete and at worst absurdly wrong. This sea-draugr is a metaphor for all of us.Six parsecs from the industrial center of the Hairbrush Nebula, there’s this star, ‘T34.’ It has a single gas giant with about fifty moons. On one of those moons, I forget the name, Universal Biologic did a bit on a dangerous species.
I can’t remember the name of the mottled, soft-shelled aquatic creature. It’s got certain aspects of insect, lobster, lizard, and mammal. The really dangerous bit is the combination of aerating hypnosuggestibility pheromones, self-sacrificial behaviors, and poisonous innards. Yeah. The least healthy of them stay at the edges of their groups, smell good to eat, start and lose fights with potential predators. Fatigued by fighting and killing, the winner of the fight experiences a form of the ‘munchies’ and dies when they eat the loser. Tourists are encouraged to only go outside just after eating a buffet and only on the patrolled beaches. Shown here is one of them with a standard marker I tossed in the sand. I think they’re about 3.1cm to a side. Not my best shot, but the light was uneven and I had some oxygen narcosis. Always double-check your rebreather settings.
Come to think of it, they also use those tentacular eyelashes to help push food into the mouth. There’s some species of frog on Earth that uses their optic muscles to push food down the throat–so amphibian belongs in that list too, right?@Herr D said:
*FNFr5
Undead is a category that I’ve never had enthusiasm for. Hum- um . . . most people I’ve known are trouble enough while they’re alive. I mean really–imagine how much pollution a creature could cause being around for centuries? And the contagion angle? Colds are bad enough. I’m sorry if this bothers anyone, but my personal beliefs are that angels are sent here to work (bad commute,) and nothing else has the right to be here in the category of supernatural. At best demons would be gate-crashers and undeserved by everyone still here, even those malicious enough to invite them on purpose. That’s why I avoid commenting on pictures of demons or other pure-evil creatures and most supernaturals. They get enough press.
The draugrs do interest me as lore, however. Not as widely known, they strike me as somewhat of a potentially neutral, unpredictable oddity. (Perhaps more artists should focus on them?) Particularly my darkly romantic side is drawn to the idea depicted here.
Imagine being on a fishing boat, and you see by moonlight a fisherman repeatedly heaving a net and drawing it in. He’s not catching much, but he’s obviously very strong and capable. The clouds clear a bit, and you see that the fisherman has no head, and is floating in half a boat. Most of us have to go through too much of our lives without enough guidance or wisdom or knowing our own minds, trying to stay afloat despite never having everything that we think we need, trying to do our work or our best despite the fact that everything we are ever taught is at best incomplete and at worst absurdly wrong. This sea-draugr is a metaphor for all of us.Voted for this one on the blog. Evocative and creepy.
@RobM: Thanx! I could always use more votes.
The FNF poll has been educational. I think I don’t win more contests because my tastes differ from most. I would have at least slightly changed the order of every piece within the poll, and several of them I would have changed dramatically.*****
*OPMC
Rumblat was ready to play the gig. Then they told him he’d be playing classical music.
He NORMALLY specializes in funkedelic banjo. (Shown here wearing his blinged-out picker-glove.)*BadS(blog)
Some people have certain cells that replicate beyond usefulness to cause cancer. Brian’s body began overproducing adrenalin and mucous.
He can now, faster than the human eye can follow, PICK HIS NOSE AND NEVER RUN OUT OF SNOT. He is now codenamed ‘the Picker.’ (Shown here with two biohazard waste bins that should be incinerated daily.)
Here’s hoping I’ll eliminate some more backlog and show more.
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