And why does the former winner have to remove the sig crown? Especially if it doesn't mess with the forum structure. Or maybe it may be awarded permanently for particularly high achievements, like the thing by Zorm I don't see on kevinswatch for some reason zorm.deviantart.com/art/My-Little-Ranyhyn-260996225 (not like I don't find drawing things as ponies fun, but, Zorm, you were supposed to make Covenant a pony)
Oh, but I have a permanent title for the winners: "Bed Drawer"
Effaeldm wrote:
not like I don't find drawing things as ponies fun, but, Zorm, you were supposed to make Covenant a pony
:lol: If you look at the date, you'll see that White Gold Twinkle was conceived much before the April fools tread. Since the latter got hardly any response, I didn't really bother continuing the gag.
wayfriend wrote:
What is this mysterious figure? A ranyhyn? Nom? Art? Don't keep us in suspense!!!
Way, way to go to encourage lame puns) Should be awarded a
Zorm, your new banner also looks good) Should have taken my crown graphic for people to be happy to hand it away. I can try to draw an even worse one if needed
Wayfriend, for the monkey, give us a new contest theme! If this draws out much longer, Eff will be tampering with the time space continuum. Do it for the monkey!
Monsters, they eat
Your kind of meat
And they're moving as far as they can
And as fast as they can
I fear if I actually were so nefariously evil as to replace the current banner, half the Tank would soon be thronging here, complaining about ruining the breadth and seriousness of their threads. So the crown shall remain for now.
His Highness, King of Bed Drawers, Duke of Scribbilia, and Monarch of the Seven Crudities stepped onto the dais, walked to his Throne, and gazed upon his subjects. His eyes beetled under his simian brow as he measured each sycophant for pretentions as they waited on their bended knees. He made as if to sit down upon his Throne, but paused with his Royal buttocks just off the cushions, and checked to see who he might catch rising before they were allowed to. No one fell for it; this was an old trick. He tried it again. Still no takers. Sighing with world weariness, the monkey sat.
As his subjects rose, he rapped his Monkey Staff upon the marble three times. The Throneroom became acceptibly quiet.
"I NEED ..." the King shrieked, "... AN ARGULEH!".
Everyone nodded their heads and generally agreed that this was good and wise. Then again, the King had been known to fling his poo when anyone disagreed with him.
When His Majesty waved his hand, his Chamberlain provided the usual disclaimers.
"Present to his majesty a picture of an arguleh. Ideally, this arguleh would be doing something interesting like battling a Giant or swinging on a vine. Get it done by June 31. To he or she that provides the poorest illustration of an arguleh, as determined by an irregularly influenced and highly coerced popular vote, they shall receive 1100 WGDs and 1077 Tokens, and the Crown of Bed Drawers, and the acclaim of the masses, and the esteem of this court, and the onus of conducting a future contest, and a disgruntled grunt from His Majesty.
We have an arguleh attacking Linden with his very large, hard, potent rod. A random haruchai is there kissing his sweet, sweet muscles. There are zombie nazis backing up the arguleh. And, there is a monkey. Also, Linden is half robot.
Monsters, they eat
Your kind of meat
And they're moving as far as they can
And as fast as they can
:haha: So is Linden only going to get a mouthful of cold nose, or is that...thingy capable of some other functions? Sort of like a tentacle monster, but actually a winged(!) ice cube man instead.
Unconscious Iron Sky influences? Or was there some recent film including undead nazis?
The Land is becoming oddly mechanized in this world of Steven Donaldsson.
Given Covenants unwillingness to fulfill Linden, let us hope it serves many purposes! Also, the nazis are from Død snø! This movie contains one of the most disgusting sex scenes in the history of cinema.
Monsters, they eat
Your kind of meat
And they're moving as far as they can
And as fast as they can
His Highness, King of Bed Drawers, Duke of Scribbilia, and Monarch of the Seven Crudities stepped onto the dais, walked to his Throne, and gazed upon his subjects. His eyes beetled under his simian brow as he measured each sycophant for pretentions as they waited on their bended knees. He made as if to sit down upon his Throne, but paused with his Royal buttocks just off the cushions, and checked to see who he might catch rising before they were allowed to. No one fell for it; this was an old trick. He tried it again. Still no takers. Sighing with world weariness, the monkey sat.
As his subjects rose, he rapped his Monkey Staff upon the marble three times. The Throneroom became acceptibly quiet.
"I NEED ..." the King shrieked, "... AN ARGULEH!".
Everyone nodded their heads and generally agreed that this was good and wise. Then again, the King had been known to fling his poo when anyone disagreed with him.
When His Majesty waved his hand, his Chamberlain provided the usual disclaimers.
"Present to his majesty a picture of an arguleh. Ideally, this arguleh would be doing something interesting like battling a Giant or swinging on a vine. Get it done by June 31. To he or she that provides the poorest illustration of an arguleh, as determined by an irregularly influenced and highly coerced popular vote, they shall receive 1100 WGDs and 1077 Tokens, and the Crown of Bed Drawers, and the acclaim of the masses, and the esteem of this court, and the onus of conducting a future contest, and a disgruntled grunt from His Majesty.
"Now shoo, all of you ..."
Very classy.... the snorts and groans proceeding from the readers and potential contestants enjoying this were surely worth every moment you put in to it!
"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
Holy Taara, my inner serious artist, master of self-nitpickery, is groaning and headdesking over this in near death-throes; I don't think I've actually ever attempted to make both the layout and "effects" of something look deliberately ugly, but here goes... It's messy, horrible, off balance, everything one might expect from bad illustrating.
Plenty of action abounds! The evil witch queen of Narnia has transformed Covenant & Linden into moomintrolls! The arguleh has immobilized Honninscrave and Pitchwife! It's up to the brave First of the Search to destroy the arguleh and rescue the hapless couple. Pippi Långstrump with her monkey was an unfortunate bystander, and probably will never recover from the ice beast's freezing breath.
Wow. That's some bad badness rolling in folks. I'm making little puking sounds in my throat.
Still plenty of time to kick some bad ass, though, so do not be discouraged, bad wannabes.
Ananda wrote:Wayfriend, for the monkey, give us a new contest theme! If this draws out much longer, Eff will be tampering with the time space continuum. Do it for the monkey!
I think that shall be my new contest tag line.
FOR THE MONKEY!!!!
(It's kind of like, For the King! Except with a monkey king.)
Zorm wrote:my inner serious artist, master of self-nitpickery, is groaning and headdesking over this in near death-throes
Oh, that just means you done it right. I had that same feeling. Soon you'll start enjoying that feeling. Then you'll crave it. You'll end up an addict, sitting on a corner with a cardboard sign.