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witchscauldronI had the world's stupidest dream this morning.
Rob Liefield (yes, the world's worst comic artist) had kidnapped several hundred people at random, and was being hunted down by the military. When they found his secret hideout, the people were all in these weird medical setups, and had been mutated somehow into looking like his drawings - impossible spines and waists, strangely put together beings who shouldn't be able to walk, or stand upright, or whose crotches were trying to escape from their bodies. These hideous, malformed beings were beyond help, staring vacantly with pouting, grimacing, permanent porn-face.
The various things needed to change these people to this were all in pouches - strips of them grown into their skin, like garters or bandoliers of flesh, holding chemicals and evil things. The PEOPLE HAD POUCHES.
Apparently the whole point of this vile experiment was to insert them into the normal population again when the transformation was complete, so Rob Liefield could then say that yes, people *did* look like that, and his anatomy was fine, and he could then draw comics again without prejudice.
The military euthanized all the women, who couldn't stand up, or breath by themselves, but they took the huge lumps of men and turned them into mobile bombs or something. Rob Liefield became humanity's greatest monster.
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scans_daily anymore.
I cannot stress the amount of evil enough. I can't.
Rob Liefield (yes, the world's worst comic artist) had kidnapped several hundred people at random, and was being hunted down by the military. When they found his secret hideout, the people were all in these weird medical setups, and had been mutated somehow into looking like his drawings - impossible spines and waists, strangely put together beings who shouldn't be able to walk, or stand upright, or whose crotches were trying to escape from their bodies. These hideous, malformed beings were beyond help, staring vacantly with pouting, grimacing, permanent porn-face.
The various things needed to change these people to this were all in pouches - strips of them grown into their skin, like garters or bandoliers of flesh, holding chemicals and evil things. The PEOPLE HAD POUCHES.
Apparently the whole point of this vile experiment was to insert them into the normal population again when the transformation was complete, so Rob Liefield could then say that yes, people *did* look like that, and his anatomy was fine, and he could then draw comics again without prejudice.
The military euthanized all the women, who couldn't stand up, or breath by themselves, but they took the huge lumps of men and turned them into mobile bombs or something. Rob Liefield became humanity's greatest monster.
I shouldn't read
scans_daily anymore.I cannot stress the amount of evil enough. I can't.
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Date: 2008-04-21 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-22 01:42 am (UTC)I do sympathize on internet themed dreams though.. I finally tried playing a human in Urban Dead, and later dreamed of being attacked by a zombie and shooting it in the face repeatedly, only to have that do next to nothing because of the wonky random number generator. :P
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Date: 2008-04-22 04:46 am (UTC)The dream sounds like it came right out of a Clive Barker book though - makes me want to read them again.
Speaking of dreams... *goes to update her journal*