Vladimir Putin being… um, more fabulous than usual. :P
It’s supposed to be a steampunk Battlestar Galactica crew, but I don’t see any resemblance with the series’ main cast…
Manowar, some decades ago: when heavy metal met Conan the Barbarian and at least a hundred cheese factories.
I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet … AM has won, simply … he has taken his revenge …
I have no mouth. And I must scream.
To K-Netizens: eat shit and die. Your hatred of a person whose only crime has been taking care of her own mental health has reached levels that should only be reserved for abusers, brutal dictators, corrupt politicians, pedophiles, rapists and serial killers - if you think that being depressed is as bad as being a horrible human being, I hope I’ll be able to escape from Hell when I die, and torment your descendants until the Earth will be swallowed by the Sun.
Fried chicken advertising. Whoever made it, is either a genius or completely insane - and I like it. XD