We've all seen stupid artwork. Not necessarily badly drawn, but really poorly thought out and with hilarious implications. This is the thread to post images and describe why they don't make much sense. Here's one that just kind of struck me lately.
This image is taken from one of those crappy Facebook games (I don't even want to give it free advertising) where you click on a button, get a vapid reward, and wait until you can click on it again. It takes about 20 seconds to use up your clicks and you can either wait 100-120 seconds per point (most actions cost between 5-20) or spend two dollars to get a full refill to blow in about twenty seconds. You do this until you realize what your life has become and do a search for the tallest public building within driving distance.
Anyway, the "context" given for this image is that some ruffians that are infected with "Space Pox" have started a bar fight and you need to stop them. Joining you are up to 8999 other poor saps playing this game and with the combined might of all your guns, ships, and doomsday weapons, you deal cumulative billions of points of damage to them. You'd think the epic cross-server raid would be a planetary invasion or a Cthulhu-esque monster or something, but nope. Bar fight. At least it isn't pretending the players actually mean anything in this universe.
So the first thing I notice is, oddly enough, the green guy's arms. Yes, I know he's an alien, but he's one of those Star Trek-style aliens, so I think applying basic anatomy is fair. Anyway, they're the same kind of distractingly grotesque arms that we saw on Jim Raynor. I guess he only does upper body exercises because his thighs are only slightly wider. Speaking of his legs, it seems he must have been leaping back at an awkward angle, but during that split second, he decided to shoot at some schmuck with a ludicrously-evil smile. To go with his hammy expression are two gashes from grazed bullets because it makes him look so totally hardcore and stuff. His collar basically kills any chance of him using his peripheral vision, which is overrated when you're in a firefight and standing right out in the open with no cover.
To this guy's left is a magenta woman that is basically everything wrong with fantasy artwork. It seems she's wearing the same kind of uniform as the green guy, but tore half of it off. About the only sensible part of it is her collar actually stays below chin level. Her leather miniskirt/biker shorts (I can't tell what they are) cling in such a way to puff out her butt cheeks, with a helpful spotlight shining right on it in case you missed them. She contorts her torso in a ludicrous T&A pose that even Scarlett Johansson could never pull off, with a midsection that would make any Pro-ana follower envious. She leaps away from the green guy copping a feel and must be planning on a rock and roll slide because there is no reason her spindly legs should be curled that far up. Her right arm looks vaguely like it can handle the recoil of her gun, but I bet she broke her left wrist.
About the only other things I really notice is what looks like an cleaning chemical bottle in the (surprisingly undamaged) drink shelf and the two corpses don't have any exit wounds out their back. It's the future and they've regressed to .22 caliber guns? I guess that would explain why magenta woman can shoot her left gun like that.
Now, let's see some more stupid artwork and descriptions of what makes it so funny!
This image is taken from one of those crappy Facebook games (I don't even want to give it free advertising) where you click on a button, get a vapid reward, and wait until you can click on it again. It takes about 20 seconds to use up your clicks and you can either wait 100-120 seconds per point (most actions cost between 5-20) or spend two dollars to get a full refill to blow in about twenty seconds. You do this until you realize what your life has become and do a search for the tallest public building within driving distance.
Anyway, the "context" given for this image is that some ruffians that are infected with "Space Pox" have started a bar fight and you need to stop them. Joining you are up to 8999 other poor saps playing this game and with the combined might of all your guns, ships, and doomsday weapons, you deal cumulative billions of points of damage to them. You'd think the epic cross-server raid would be a planetary invasion or a Cthulhu-esque monster or something, but nope. Bar fight. At least it isn't pretending the players actually mean anything in this universe.
So the first thing I notice is, oddly enough, the green guy's arms. Yes, I know he's an alien, but he's one of those Star Trek-style aliens, so I think applying basic anatomy is fair. Anyway, they're the same kind of distractingly grotesque arms that we saw on Jim Raynor. I guess he only does upper body exercises because his thighs are only slightly wider. Speaking of his legs, it seems he must have been leaping back at an awkward angle, but during that split second, he decided to shoot at some schmuck with a ludicrously-evil smile. To go with his hammy expression are two gashes from grazed bullets because it makes him look so totally hardcore and stuff. His collar basically kills any chance of him using his peripheral vision, which is overrated when you're in a firefight and standing right out in the open with no cover.
To this guy's left is a magenta woman that is basically everything wrong with fantasy artwork. It seems she's wearing the same kind of uniform as the green guy, but tore half of it off. About the only sensible part of it is her collar actually stays below chin level. Her leather miniskirt/biker shorts (I can't tell what they are) cling in such a way to puff out her butt cheeks, with a helpful spotlight shining right on it in case you missed them. She contorts her torso in a ludicrous T&A pose that even Scarlett Johansson could never pull off, with a midsection that would make any Pro-ana follower envious. She leaps away from the green guy copping a feel and must be planning on a rock and roll slide because there is no reason her spindly legs should be curled that far up. Her right arm looks vaguely like it can handle the recoil of her gun, but I bet she broke her left wrist.
About the only other things I really notice is what looks like an cleaning chemical bottle in the (surprisingly undamaged) drink shelf and the two corpses don't have any exit wounds out their back. It's the future and they've regressed to .22 caliber guns? I guess that would explain why magenta woman can shoot her left gun like that.
Now, let's see some more stupid artwork and descriptions of what makes it so funny!